TSUGUNAI
I came home and had a Blimpie. I always get the same thing at Blimpies--- ham/salami/cheese. In Japan I would crave them mady. Sliced cheese is very hard to find unless you like it processed (ugh) and long bread for submarines is also rare. Big cities have chains like Subways and Starbucks where you can get kindasorta American style sandwiches (catering to Japanese taste) but it's not the same. The closest I would come is ham and tomato on a sliced cheese bun.
Halloween today. My parents' anniversaire today. I did all of three things at work. MInako san helped me put on my kimono as I couldn't make any sense of the instructions. I really don't see how one can put those on by themselves. She did a stellar job, using binder clips to hold the fabric together. The obi fit wonderfully and secure but after 5 hours of wearing it, I actually had to fight to breathe. How some Japanese women can sit seiza for hours in a kimono more severe than the one I wore today is beyond me. It truly is tiring just wearing those, having your posture dictates for you, not allowed to take any mannish strides (mince, mince, mince) and I have never felt so warm in my life!
My company appreciated it, though. Apparently, I pulled off the look quite well. I even won third place in our costume competition. I don't know who won but I hope it was Amano san. His costume was so simple. An impeccable black suit, hair slicked hair, sunglasses and a tiny cigar. He'd look like a mafia hit man even without the tie but he really completed the image today.
I attended the JET Information session at HUNTER College wearing the yukata. I thought it would be nice advertising and it felt really good to talk about the JET Program again and see my professor. I felt really good afterwards.
I skipped the parade in lieu of some rest and a shower. Everyone is out tonight and I am a woman alone. Also, I am sorry? I'm sure they are decent people but Hoboken is fairly fookin white bread. Evesdropping on conversations here makes me itchy. Bars line the street coming towards the station and no one ever seems to be in those bars but Whitey McWhiterson and Gossip Girl. The PATH home was so drunk and crowded, I almost thought I wouldn't be able to leave. Screams of "CHANGE WE NEED!" and "OBAMA" and "FUCK MCCAIN!" melted into "ASSHOLE!" and "GOT A BIG BAG OF SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR YA, DICKHEAD!"
Heated words were exchanged.
Some blondes started squwaking "Duke it out (you fags) Duke it out! Duke it out!"
If push had indeed come to shove in the densely packed, dirty commuter train, I would not have felt sorry for elbowing those skanks into the melee. You wanna see a fight, I use you for cover pendeja.
I love Halloween but the people who reside here now make it all seem so lame.
Halloween today. My parents' anniversaire today. I did all of three things at work. MInako san helped me put on my kimono as I couldn't make any sense of the instructions. I really don't see how one can put those on by themselves. She did a stellar job, using binder clips to hold the fabric together. The obi fit wonderfully and secure but after 5 hours of wearing it, I actually had to fight to breathe. How some Japanese women can sit seiza for hours in a kimono more severe than the one I wore today is beyond me. It truly is tiring just wearing those, having your posture dictates for you, not allowed to take any mannish strides (mince, mince, mince) and I have never felt so warm in my life!
My company appreciated it, though. Apparently, I pulled off the look quite well. I even won third place in our costume competition. I don't know who won but I hope it was Amano san. His costume was so simple. An impeccable black suit, hair slicked hair, sunglasses and a tiny cigar. He'd look like a mafia hit man even without the tie but he really completed the image today.
I attended the JET Information session at HUNTER College wearing the yukata. I thought it would be nice advertising and it felt really good to talk about the JET Program again and see my professor. I felt really good afterwards.
I skipped the parade in lieu of some rest and a shower. Everyone is out tonight and I am a woman alone. Also, I am sorry? I'm sure they are decent people but Hoboken is fairly fookin white bread. Evesdropping on conversations here makes me itchy. Bars line the street coming towards the station and no one ever seems to be in those bars but Whitey McWhiterson and Gossip Girl. The PATH home was so drunk and crowded, I almost thought I wouldn't be able to leave. Screams of "CHANGE WE NEED!" and "OBAMA" and "FUCK MCCAIN!" melted into "ASSHOLE!" and "GOT A BIG BAG OF SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR YA, DICKHEAD!"
Heated words were exchanged.
Some blondes started squwaking "Duke it out (you fags) Duke it out! Duke it out!"
If push had indeed come to shove in the densely packed, dirty commuter train, I would not have felt sorry for elbowing those skanks into the melee. You wanna see a fight, I use you for cover pendeja.
I love Halloween but the people who reside here now make it all seem so lame.