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Just to let all those expecting a post (Ev) that I am alive and living in Tokyo.
There aren't many stars above, and no mountains looming at me in the morning - just people looking at me as they hang out the washing (and they do the washing every day). I have a teeny-tiny apartment but I do have a loft to sleep in, which is quite cool.
So far I have discovered a 'natural bakery' which sells brown bread (yay!). This morning I also received a random act of kindness when my bike chain came off just as I set out to find the bakery. I was getting all mucky trying to get the chain back on and a guy came over and fixed it for me - not something I was expecting in anonymous suburbia (I want to say suburban anonymia - is that a word). In other random news I have come across the word 'bivouac' about 5 times in the last 3 days - I don't think I've ever had need to use that word, and I suspect I never will, unless I talk about bivouacing in a karaoke box in Shibuya until the trains start running again.
This weekend I met up with the lovely Janan to do "Cake Sunday" in Shibuya. Cake Sunday is, as it sounds, a Sunday revolving around the copious consumption of cake, which we all succeeded in doing. We then proceeded to a karaoke place to ride out the 'sugar-crash', and to serenade my mum with "Mamma Mia" when she called.
Here's a picture of me at "Sweets Paradise" in Shibuya, about to push myself towards a diabetic coma:
Moving house has reminded me why I don't like moving house. For about three weeks the right side of my face has been tense and I regularly have jaw-ache from grinding my teeth. I have to sit in my classroom gurning to get my face back to a normal expression. Sitting in my apartment is also vexing as I have a box of books and CDs with no home, and a bloody great big desk which is a mess from the amount of stuff with nowhere to go, and a huge bag of plastic and paper recycling hiding underneath. I think I may have to find the recycling shop and procure something less...ugly and obtrusive. I also feel the need for a sofa of some kind, and bookshelves. I went shopping today for net-like curtains so the neighbours don't have to view my every move, teaspoons, a washing line thinger, and some form of food. Alas, I had to pay for my train ride into Yokohama as my train pass leapt out of my possession on Saturday night somewhere on the trains home. I went to the station today and managed to communicate my loss to the station staff. They gave me a piece of paper and told me to got to Shinagawa tomorrow to get a new one. Go me, my Japanese is good enough to sort this kind of thing out on my own. I'm so chuffed I might do some more homework after this.
I also went to see Rage Against the Machine last weekend. I arrived at my apartment, shifted some stuff around with the help of two strong men, and then flew off to Chiba. Rage were excellent. I only wish I had had more energy for the evening.
Anyhoo, that's it for now. My camera decided to have a fit at one of my leaving parties, so I'm going to have to take it to be repaired before I can take any photos for your viewing pleasure. Until then, postcards, posters, letters, pictures, CDs etc etc are most welcome to help decorate my new place.
There aren't many stars above, and no mountains looming at me in the morning - just people looking at me as they hang out the washing (and they do the washing every day). I have a teeny-tiny apartment but I do have a loft to sleep in, which is quite cool.
So far I have discovered a 'natural bakery' which sells brown bread (yay!). This morning I also received a random act of kindness when my bike chain came off just as I set out to find the bakery. I was getting all mucky trying to get the chain back on and a guy came over and fixed it for me - not something I was expecting in anonymous suburbia (I want to say suburban anonymia - is that a word). In other random news I have come across the word 'bivouac' about 5 times in the last 3 days - I don't think I've ever had need to use that word, and I suspect I never will, unless I talk about bivouacing in a karaoke box in Shibuya until the trains start running again.
This weekend I met up with the lovely Janan to do "Cake Sunday" in Shibuya. Cake Sunday is, as it sounds, a Sunday revolving around the copious consumption of cake, which we all succeeded in doing. We then proceeded to a karaoke place to ride out the 'sugar-crash', and to serenade my mum with "Mamma Mia" when she called.
Here's a picture of me at "Sweets Paradise" in Shibuya, about to push myself towards a diabetic coma:
Moving house has reminded me why I don't like moving house. For about three weeks the right side of my face has been tense and I regularly have jaw-ache from grinding my teeth. I have to sit in my classroom gurning to get my face back to a normal expression. Sitting in my apartment is also vexing as I have a box of books and CDs with no home, and a bloody great big desk which is a mess from the amount of stuff with nowhere to go, and a huge bag of plastic and paper recycling hiding underneath. I think I may have to find the recycling shop and procure something less...ugly and obtrusive. I also feel the need for a sofa of some kind, and bookshelves. I went shopping today for net-like curtains so the neighbours don't have to view my every move, teaspoons, a washing line thinger, and some form of food. Alas, I had to pay for my train ride into Yokohama as my train pass leapt out of my possession on Saturday night somewhere on the trains home. I went to the station today and managed to communicate my loss to the station staff. They gave me a piece of paper and told me to got to Shinagawa tomorrow to get a new one. Go me, my Japanese is good enough to sort this kind of thing out on my own. I'm so chuffed I might do some more homework after this.
I also went to see Rage Against the Machine last weekend. I arrived at my apartment, shifted some stuff around with the help of two strong men, and then flew off to Chiba. Rage were excellent. I only wish I had had more energy for the evening.
Anyhoo, that's it for now. My camera decided to have a fit at one of my leaving parties, so I'm going to have to take it to be repaired before I can take any photos for your viewing pleasure. Until then, postcards, posters, letters, pictures, CDs etc etc are most welcome to help decorate my new place.
