Hyaku Yen Shoppe

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I've been in Japan for exactly 4 days now and truthfully, the only thing that has me weirded out more that the fact the famous 'selipar Jepun' is not sold in Japan(at least not in the stores I've visited) is the fact that I feel...nothing.

Nothing.

Well, obviously not nothing nothing but, you know, I don't feel excited or exuberant or nervous or anything that registers on my emotional scale. I look around and see all these Japanese people around me and all the sign boards filled with kanji and it feels...normal.

That's not right, is it?

Is it?!

It's like my mind was totally prepared to take in all of this and just deal.
Just deal with all of this like it has with everything else in my life.

Oh, the first meal I made by myself for myself was Prawn and Cheese Salad with Strawberry and Yoghurt for dessert. Little effort, huge satisfaction. I'll leave the curry, asam pedas and whatever else for next week.

Not forgetting, after I landed at Narita Airport, I stayed a night in Tokyo, the the next morning, Angele, Jenan, Amira and I took a train together to reach our respective schools.

Me and Angela got off first, since ours was the nearest; Ibaraki.

When we got there, a techer was already waiting for us and then took us to our foster family's home; the Sagawas.

For 3 days, we were fed delicious Japanese dishes by Mrs. Sagawa. Though, it was kind of awkward at first, because we didn't really know what to chat about with them but it soon got better. (Thank God!)

They also took us to a nearby park, the Hitachi Seaside Park to see the flowers that were blooming and to play about in the mini theme park. Seriously, we felt kind of bad cause they were paying for everything (they took us to a buffet that night for dinner, I couldn't really move after that, so full!) and we did have enough cash to pay for everything and more. But they insisted, so...yeah..

So far, I've only contacted my family twice. I sent a text from a friend's phone on the day that we arrived though I'm not sure if it got to Malaysia or not. Then the day after that, I rang up my house but no one picked up so I called my dad and told him basically, that yes, your beloved daughter is still alive and now on my way to my college.

There are a few sakura trees in the college grounds but they haven't fully bloomed yet, so I have that to look forward to.

I pray that all my family members and all my friends, where ever they may be the best.



Signing out,
The Noob from Japan.





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Of Packing Things That Really Should Have Been Packed Already

I will fly to Japan on the 29th of March 2010!

I can't wait, obviously, but damn, I am freaking out. I keep going through scenes in my head where I'm dying of starvation/ hit by a densha(train)/ so lost in translation that I cry in the middle of class etc. You get the picture.

My friends are all like -

"You should be fine. It's not like it's your first time overseas, right? "

Hold up! That was with my parents! I didn't have to do anything besides make sure that I had my mum and dad within my peripheral vision at all times.

I didn't have to pay my own bills/ take out insurance by myself/ cook by myself or any other thing that basically had any connection with the word 'independent'.

And, now? Now, it's all on me. Me alone!

Help!

I also haven't started packing my things yet. I love, love to procrastinate. I guess I'll do it some time soon. Tomorrow, maybe?

I'm also freaking out that I might forget to bring something uber-important with me. Then, I'll only realize that I left in Malaysia while in Japan. Crap and double-crap.

ps/ KTJ kids, happy packing, 'kay!

My college's banner

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My Fear of Clowns

Yes, I am here to admit that I am deathly, sickly and overwhelmingly afraid-to-death of CLOWNS.

Why, you ask? God damnit, why the eff NOT?!

See evidence below :



I think it all started when I was around 8. I remember that the whole family went to a carnival somewhere(on the outskirts of Manchester, maybe). We bought tickets to go inside the big performance tent to see the spectacle. After like 10 minutes into the performances, a group of clowns came out and started doing their thing. Everyone was laughing their faces off but I wasn't. All I could think of at that moment was that each of the clowns looked scary as hell. The way they looked at the crowd was kinda creepy and, dare I say it, evil. I saw glints of mischief that just freaked me out. It was probably then, that at the age of 8, I knew. I knew that clowns are the spawn of satan.

Heck, I don't even like Ronald McDonald, for pete sake. Have you seen those shoes? Yeah, the ginormous ones? I think he uses it to stomp on little kids that don't buy a Happy Meal.

So, what are you afraid of?

*ponder*

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I recommend listening to If You Steal My Sunshine by Len. Loved it during the 90s.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UMl2QtZmLEQ


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