Reblogged from ashelf
Reblogged from ashelf
summer
Japan is starting to get that summer humidity that was so characteristic of my first summer here (2008??? FOUR years ago??), I love it. Feeling nostalgic as hell, trying to skype my cousins in Baghdad, but no one is online.
I cleaned my bathroom (not like the basic weekly cleaning, the real scrub down, and getting between everything with a toothbrush) and it’s so white and shiny, I am so happy. It’s like when I first moved in.
I skyped my dad the other day because I worry that he’s gonna just disappear one of these days when I’m on the other side of the world. He seemed really happy to hear form me (he always is) and asked me to send a picture to him. He wants a picture of me. He said that he was looking at pictures of us when we were all little, he said we were “so small and innocent” now we’re all grown up. I took a purikura pic and I am gonna print out some other photos to send to him.
I think I am starting to write a novel (hopefully it will be a novella). Had an idea (most precious thing in the world) this morning when I was riding my bike to work.
Kinda drunk, you’ll probably never hear about this again.
Need to do some research.
listening to Radio Zinhum June
undercover… bicycle… cops? I come from a cop family, but dude, they make it so hard to defend them. did you hear them talk about you on GFJ? awesome!
Oh yea! I asked them some questions for the 100th episode. I was so happy to have them answer :D It was really cool.
If you all don’t know, Got Faded Japan is the shit! Funny as hell, real as real check it out. http://gotfadedjapan.com
pigs
It was bound to happen sooner or later to my foreign face, I got pulled over by the cops today!
I thought they were just a couple loser guys trying to pick me up, or recruit me for something or other, when they slowed their bikes to ride beside me saying “Sumimasen, sumimasen??”
I gave the guy a rude look like “Not interested” and kept peddling on my way.
Then they came up to me again, this time flashing their badges “Keisatsu deskedo… chotto…” Undercover bicycle cops!!
This time I stopped, but I still had a reluctant expression on my face. They asked me if I could speak Japanese, and I remembered what the guys on Got Faded Japan said, don’t let them know that you speak Japanese!! So I hesitated for a minute and said すこしい and they were like Oh just a little huh. They just continued on in Japanese. They were asking me if I had the keys to my bike, and why there was no key in the lock. I didn’t say anything, I just got the keys out of my bag and handed them to the cop. They asked me where I was from (like it matters!?) and then told me that, you know, bikes have been going missing lately, and it was just a standard check. uh huh right.
Anyway they used the keys on my bike and saw that they worked and let me go. What a nuisance.
boys…
Had a Don’t Stand So Close To Me moment with the leader of the “bad” 3rd year boys who are always trying to talk to me before class. They consist of a good-looking transfer student who isn’t rushing to get a new uniform, a tall boy with big eyes but a dumb look on his face most of the time, the short clever guy with hair that sticks up, and the charismatic leader boy with fox eyes. They always keep their jackets off (except for the transfer student, who keeps his black uniform on), the leader boy likes to roll his sleeve up to show his arms. I was just waiting for class to start, and the one boy who has taken the greatest liking to me shows up out of nowhere standing right to my side saying Hi and everything like we’re best friends. Seriously don’t get so close to me! It makes me uncomfortable…
To top it all off, the Japanese person teacher who is supposed to be the lead teacher didn’t show up to class (I found out later that she was consoling a crying transfer student who feels marginalized by her classmates), so I was left with the class with the gang of boys who crack jokes at my expense (sometimes sexual ones!! when other teachers aren’t there!!). They were totally in the whole “teacher isn’t here, hell yea” mode, but I told them to start class and we did the greeting and I led the class! I used to do that at the elementary school level all the time, but doing it with a bunch of 14 year olds is different!
Anyway, I managed finely, I think… the teacher showed up 30 minutes later. I think we had a successful class.
Sleeping with the window open brought me a nice cool night’s sleep and 6+ bad mosquito bites. Even with the screen! Itchy legs, thighs, back……… ahh… need mentholated something.
foreign hostesses
We went out this weekend and had a weird night, looking around for certain gay bars that seem to have disappeared. At one point we were checking out a building and a group of hostesses and customers came into the elevator with us. One of the hostesses was a bombshell blonde Russian woman, reminded me of some of the girls who I worked with at the club in Roppongi. She was gorgeous, spoke perfect Japanese, and I just stared.
When we reached their floor, I saw a beautiful hostess club, with a beautiful view, full of foreign women. So foreign hostess clubs do exist in Fukuoka. It was weird though, because their advertisement poster downstairs had the club name with a background of the typical group of Japanese hostesses. You would never expect it!
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