- Never Stop Dreaming -
Tuesday, Autumn Equinox Day, is in fact a public holiday in Japan. As usual I got the day off and was pretty much lazying around the house, fiddling with my psp. Valkyrie Profile Lenneth to be precise was taking me thru the late mornings to the early evenings. This day however was set 1 week earlier for a dinner date with my friend Yuuki who so happens to be the owner of a chain of 3 fine dining restaurants under the group Artical Lion.
Met up with him and his "rumoured" girlfriend at Karuizawa for dinner. The streets were empty, quiet and silent. A few dimly lit restaurants were the only visible light along the otherwise dark streets. It sort of resembled those old 19 century Victorian streets with pale yellowish incandescent street lamps. But the star of the night wasn't any of these or the food. It was Yuuki's girfriend. She was one of those girls who bear eyes like stars. I swear to God I was trying the entire night to avoid direct eye contact with her. Those eyes have the marks of my Executioner, to strike me down with simply direct eye contect. It has indeed been long since I last saw eyes like this...there were so beautiful that one glimpse of these gems, nothing else seems to exist.
So to Yuuki, my friend, you're indeed blessed with a fine lady so my sincere blessings goes out to you. With your 3 restaurants and the formidable Triangle formation, you have your career set out. Now that you have found a suitable soulmate, I am truly happy for you. Because for me, I am still searching for mine.
Plague by envy, I am forced to live with my own guilt while I watch others enjoy their bliss. This is my life...
Anyway this week and next week would be rather fast paced for me as there are things to be done.
With the dinner date with Yuuki down on Tuesday,
Wednesday there will be another dinner date. This time would be with Taku and his feline...err female friends.
Coming up this Saturday will the the inaugural school festival with the following Monday conpensating for an off day. Right off after Saturday's festival and dinner with the teachers in my school, I will head off to Tokyo and meet up with Morris for yet another round of hospitality.
Then on Monday I will probably go to Hello Work in Tokyo to try my luck for some openings in the financial industry which I presume will be anything surprising.
On Tuesday, I will have some open English class with visitors and media and God-Knows-Who attending.
That's my hectic schedule for the upcoming weekend and the following week.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Foggy Sunday
- Never Stop Dreaming -
After the typhoon grazed past Tokyo, all that is left in my area is more rain, more cold weather, and more fog. Yipee...I am happy for this is the kind of lazy Sundays I like...
After the typhoon grazed past Tokyo, all that is left in my area is more rain, more cold weather, and more fog. Yipee...I am happy for this is the kind of lazy Sundays I like...
My Gucci Slippers
- Never Stop Dreaming -
On Monday, the 15th day of the 9th month in the year 2008. I was invited to an event uberknownst to me, was a rather grand affair. Maybe it was my inadequate knowledge of the Japanese language or was it simply the messenger who conferred me a high mastery of Japanese. What ever the case maybe I was totally unprepared and I graced the event literally in my local Singapore gear, slippers!
You see, I am an affiliate of the religion Tenrikyo and so having devoid of the comforts from home, I found myself seeking a little spiritual enhancement in my little town under the guidance of Tenrikyo. It was then I met Mr Kobayashi and his family.
Mr Kobayashi in the picture with his wife looked worn with time but his stoic demeanor and the benevolent smile from his wife seems to paint a rather beautiful story of their lives. This event was to commemorate the great man...
I was invited to grace this event by Mr Kobayashi thru his son, as the messenger. To which I have to admit, I was totally clueless about what was going on...I agreed on grounds that I had great respect for this man. In my mind, I wasn't thinking about anything since this was the first time I was actually invited to such an event and that I had no prior references. It was a hot Monday which also happened to be a public holiday in Japan (Respect for the Aged day). It was held in the late morning so I thought I would go out after that. Wrapped myself in a black shirt, jeans and yeah, black slippers.
On reaching the place, I was a little hesitant to attend since everyone else in the lobby area were in their smartest Armani suits. Hmmm...sensing a wardrobe malfunction, my attempts to flee were intercepted by the lack of time and in I go, ushered by none other than Mr Kobayashi's son. I could see his gracious politeness when his attempt to peep at my slippers were so discreet and it was by sheer chance that I had actually caught him peeking.
In the reception area, Mr Kobayashi's son told the receptionist that my admission was free...I was beginning to wonder how far my dignity were to be stretched. I signed my name in Chinese kanjis and was walking into the moment of truth behind those huge doors.
Tables and tables of distinguished veteran guests in full suits...I was one of the few (probably 5) young adults in this grand ballroom set for a banquet of some sort of commemorative event. As the numerous eyes honed in on me like an eagle, I knew my slippers were stealing more attention than my beautiful face. Quietly, I sat down and smile at all the guest politely to appease their inquisitive mind questioning how the hell is this young, undress punk related to Mr Kobayashi.
After the long speeches of Japanese formalities, I was being introduced formally to the guest on my table where on my left was a approachable young man about my age and to my right was another bearded young man around my age. The 2 other middle aged men across me had that confidence usually dissipated by men holding important positions in a large corporation. It turned out that being introduced as a foreigner was much a big deal that instantly invoked invulnerability to all around me. No one even bothered about my strange dress sense and slowly I was busily holding decent English conversations with the 2 brothers on my left and my right, their dad who was a professor at some university and their mum.
Splendid sushi platters, zaru sobas, beef in sauce, and everything else that had already been digested and forgotten...I shall come back to the event, ha! The event was held to honor Mr Kobayashi's dedication to the people of this little town. It's like a long service commitment recognized by the Japanese Emperor and that earned Mr Kobayashi a huge plaque. Not those mediocre pewter one the Singapore Police gives for catching thieves.
This one is the real deal I am talking about where you get invited into the Imperial Palace to be personally received by the Emperor himself, eat with him and his family and then he, the EMPEROR, will hand you the plaque. If I am not mistaken it is called "The Order of the Sacred Treasure" which spans different level which I am not sure which one Mr Kobayashi got. Anyway here is more close up shots of the plaque...
Ok, there you have it...me, the much unknown punk in slippers turned out to be in Mr Kobayashi's good books and after the event, I was pretty sure everyone took me a little more seriously as Mr Kobayashi was definitely like watching out for me. In other words, I have befriended a significant figure in my little town.
On Monday, the 15th day of the 9th month in the year 2008. I was invited to an event uberknownst to me, was a rather grand affair. Maybe it was my inadequate knowledge of the Japanese language or was it simply the messenger who conferred me a high mastery of Japanese. What ever the case maybe I was totally unprepared and I graced the event literally in my local Singapore gear, slippers!
You see, I am an affiliate of the religion Tenrikyo and so having devoid of the comforts from home, I found myself seeking a little spiritual enhancement in my little town under the guidance of Tenrikyo. It was then I met Mr Kobayashi and his family.
Mr Kobayashi in the picture with his wife looked worn with time but his stoic demeanor and the benevolent smile from his wife seems to paint a rather beautiful story of their lives. This event was to commemorate the great man...
I was invited to grace this event by Mr Kobayashi thru his son, as the messenger. To which I have to admit, I was totally clueless about what was going on...I agreed on grounds that I had great respect for this man. In my mind, I wasn't thinking about anything since this was the first time I was actually invited to such an event and that I had no prior references. It was a hot Monday which also happened to be a public holiday in Japan (Respect for the Aged day). It was held in the late morning so I thought I would go out after that. Wrapped myself in a black shirt, jeans and yeah, black slippers.
On reaching the place, I was a little hesitant to attend since everyone else in the lobby area were in their smartest Armani suits. Hmmm...sensing a wardrobe malfunction, my attempts to flee were intercepted by the lack of time and in I go, ushered by none other than Mr Kobayashi's son. I could see his gracious politeness when his attempt to peep at my slippers were so discreet and it was by sheer chance that I had actually caught him peeking.
In the reception area, Mr Kobayashi's son told the receptionist that my admission was free...I was beginning to wonder how far my dignity were to be stretched. I signed my name in Chinese kanjis and was walking into the moment of truth behind those huge doors.
Tables and tables of distinguished veteran guests in full suits...I was one of the few (probably 5) young adults in this grand ballroom set for a banquet of some sort of commemorative event. As the numerous eyes honed in on me like an eagle, I knew my slippers were stealing more attention than my beautiful face. Quietly, I sat down and smile at all the guest politely to appease their inquisitive mind questioning how the hell is this young, undress punk related to Mr Kobayashi.
After the long speeches of Japanese formalities, I was being introduced formally to the guest on my table where on my left was a approachable young man about my age and to my right was another bearded young man around my age. The 2 other middle aged men across me had that confidence usually dissipated by men holding important positions in a large corporation. It turned out that being introduced as a foreigner was much a big deal that instantly invoked invulnerability to all around me. No one even bothered about my strange dress sense and slowly I was busily holding decent English conversations with the 2 brothers on my left and my right, their dad who was a professor at some university and their mum.
Splendid sushi platters, zaru sobas, beef in sauce, and everything else that had already been digested and forgotten...I shall come back to the event, ha! The event was held to honor Mr Kobayashi's dedication to the people of this little town. It's like a long service commitment recognized by the Japanese Emperor and that earned Mr Kobayashi a huge plaque. Not those mediocre pewter one the Singapore Police gives for catching thieves.
This one is the real deal I am talking about where you get invited into the Imperial Palace to be personally received by the Emperor himself, eat with him and his family and then he, the EMPEROR, will hand you the plaque. If I am not mistaken it is called "The Order of the Sacred Treasure" which spans different level which I am not sure which one Mr Kobayashi got. Anyway here is more close up shots of the plaque...
Ok, there you have it...me, the much unknown punk in slippers turned out to be in Mr Kobayashi's good books and after the event, I was pretty sure everyone took me a little more seriously as Mr Kobayashi was definitely like watching out for me. In other words, I have befriended a significant figure in my little town.
Friday, September 19, 2008
The Fraternity at stake
- Never Stop Dreaming -
While one end of the world prosecute unscrupulous companies and individuals for poisoning milk products, the neighbouring islands stage riots to redefine how to view the naked human body. Then on the far west coast of the world, historical power houses are sent tumbling like Lego blocks bringing the rest of the world's economy with it.
While China is once again putting out a rather boring stint and scaring the sh**s outta everyone with their "Famous" foods, they really ought to do better. Because this time they only got as far as taking birth control into their own hands. Hmm...birth control might be an understatement...Damn these idiots kill new born babies. Shoot these m***********s! From lead painted toys, to gyozas, to fake Olympics and then Killer Milk...wow they have never failed to impress for the wrong reasons. *Clap* *Clap* *Clap*
Then comes the tiny Island of Bali protesting the new bill to redefine pornography. While this indicates the strength of the extreme Muslims to reinforce their Islamic Fist, not too many people are appreciative of this move. The prescence of other religions, ethnic groups, etc are not to be ignored. Somehow religion is once again recruiting more souls for the future instead of promoting peace.
Not forgeting the collapsing of the Giants like Merril Lynch and Layman Brothers. This only proves that even super power houses have flaws and now many of them are "begging" for salvation. This of course implicates the rest of the world and then we all know that Mr "Bad" Bush will end his term in Nov. What a way to go down in flames...mess up everything and then wipe your own ass clean before leaving the disgusting toilet to the next victim.
All these are bad but the one regarding the economy is the worst for me simply because my hopes of entering the financial market is pretty much dashed. With Japan being directly affected by the U.S. economy, hiring budget in the financial sector is so tight I doubt I can find a decent opening...with less than 6 months before my contract runs out...I am desperate. No doubt I will still stay in Japan but I would probably have to take up some other jobs and waste my precious youth and time.
With more dangerous news flooding the world, at least the Typhoon passing Japan is a consolation for me. It brings a much dreaded doom to everyone here in Japan but the rain and the overcast skies seems to nudge me a little as it brings me much delight. Yep I like cold weather and I like snow but in the abscence of snow, rain is very much appreciated.
Give me a sign my dear Lord, shine me a path where I can see the future all so bright.
While one end of the world prosecute unscrupulous companies and individuals for poisoning milk products, the neighbouring islands stage riots to redefine how to view the naked human body. Then on the far west coast of the world, historical power houses are sent tumbling like Lego blocks bringing the rest of the world's economy with it.
While China is once again putting out a rather boring stint and scaring the sh**s outta everyone with their "Famous" foods, they really ought to do better. Because this time they only got as far as taking birth control into their own hands. Hmm...birth control might be an understatement...Damn these idiots kill new born babies. Shoot these m***********s! From lead painted toys, to gyozas, to fake Olympics and then Killer Milk...wow they have never failed to impress for the wrong reasons. *Clap* *Clap* *Clap*
Then comes the tiny Island of Bali protesting the new bill to redefine pornography. While this indicates the strength of the extreme Muslims to reinforce their Islamic Fist, not too many people are appreciative of this move. The prescence of other religions, ethnic groups, etc are not to be ignored. Somehow religion is once again recruiting more souls for the future instead of promoting peace.
Not forgeting the collapsing of the Giants like Merril Lynch and Layman Brothers. This only proves that even super power houses have flaws and now many of them are "begging" for salvation. This of course implicates the rest of the world and then we all know that Mr "Bad" Bush will end his term in Nov. What a way to go down in flames...mess up everything and then wipe your own ass clean before leaving the disgusting toilet to the next victim.
All these are bad but the one regarding the economy is the worst for me simply because my hopes of entering the financial market is pretty much dashed. With Japan being directly affected by the U.S. economy, hiring budget in the financial sector is so tight I doubt I can find a decent opening...with less than 6 months before my contract runs out...I am desperate. No doubt I will still stay in Japan but I would probably have to take up some other jobs and waste my precious youth and time.
With more dangerous news flooding the world, at least the Typhoon passing Japan is a consolation for me. It brings a much dreaded doom to everyone here in Japan but the rain and the overcast skies seems to nudge me a little as it brings me much delight. Yep I like cold weather and I like snow but in the abscence of snow, rain is very much appreciated.
Give me a sign my dear Lord, shine me a path where I can see the future all so bright.
Friday, September 12, 2008
肝吸い (Kimosui)
- Never Stop Dreaming -
If you appreciate Unagi or eels as a delicacy (珍味）, then when you have a chance to visit an authentic Unagi restaurant, be sure to try the Yakitori style skewered eel liver. It taste a little bitter like most fishy inerts but blanketed in Yakitori sauce, it's pretty good.
Aside from the main Unagi dish, the soup that comes with it should be eaten with a greater respect. This soup exclusive to Unagi dishes is called Kimosui （肝吸い）. Colloquially translated, it simply means "SUCK LIVER". Not a fanciful name for a soup but when you actually taste the soup, nothing else matters.
What I am so facinated about the soup is that it is presented in a dark laquered bowl and passed off like some ordinary soup. Presentation wise, it looks pretty ordinary - Plain, transparent liquid with a few pieces of vegetables and a single mushroom. Not too impressive and doesn't screams out loud with thick broth, fanciful colors or an exceptional aroma. It's just plain, dull and tasteless looking. Take a sip and the magic will be revealed.
This strange soup is ranked heavenly and probably out of range from the regular soups. Simply because to be able to put the esscence of the sea, the taste of the eel, the broth of the soup and every other distinctive taste into a plain, ordinary liquid is almost a celestial feat. How is the liquid even able to retain all these elixirs in the abscence of colors or aroma? It's almost like incorporating Zen or Buddhism in to the soup itself where emptiness, nothing, abscence is actually everything, existence, etc. The chef who made this soup has probably attained like a level 10 max skill or something which takes like 1000 years of training.
I am bemused.
Well like most Chinese customs, I like to take a sip into the appetite-opening soup before I begin my meals. So from the first sip I took from this unappealing soup, I began to appreciate it like an exotic ancient art piece, the transparent liquid, the fluid flow of the vegetables in it, etc, cleanly forgetting that the Unagi Don was screaming out loud in front of me as the gloss from the Yakitori glaze sitting on steaming white rice were attacking my vision and my nose.
So when I dug my teeth into the unagi, I almost pass out.
I shall visit that Unagi place sometime soon but you are more than welcome to join me if you decide to pay me a visit in town.
(Pictures will be available on the next trip)
If you appreciate Unagi or eels as a delicacy (珍味）, then when you have a chance to visit an authentic Unagi restaurant, be sure to try the Yakitori style skewered eel liver. It taste a little bitter like most fishy inerts but blanketed in Yakitori sauce, it's pretty good.
Aside from the main Unagi dish, the soup that comes with it should be eaten with a greater respect. This soup exclusive to Unagi dishes is called Kimosui （肝吸い）. Colloquially translated, it simply means "SUCK LIVER". Not a fanciful name for a soup but when you actually taste the soup, nothing else matters.
What I am so facinated about the soup is that it is presented in a dark laquered bowl and passed off like some ordinary soup. Presentation wise, it looks pretty ordinary - Plain, transparent liquid with a few pieces of vegetables and a single mushroom. Not too impressive and doesn't screams out loud with thick broth, fanciful colors or an exceptional aroma. It's just plain, dull and tasteless looking. Take a sip and the magic will be revealed.
This strange soup is ranked heavenly and probably out of range from the regular soups. Simply because to be able to put the esscence of the sea, the taste of the eel, the broth of the soup and every other distinctive taste into a plain, ordinary liquid is almost a celestial feat. How is the liquid even able to retain all these elixirs in the abscence of colors or aroma? It's almost like incorporating Zen or Buddhism in to the soup itself where emptiness, nothing, abscence is actually everything, existence, etc. The chef who made this soup has probably attained like a level 10 max skill or something which takes like 1000 years of training.
I am bemused.
Well like most Chinese customs, I like to take a sip into the appetite-opening soup before I begin my meals. So from the first sip I took from this unappealing soup, I began to appreciate it like an exotic ancient art piece, the transparent liquid, the fluid flow of the vegetables in it, etc, cleanly forgetting that the Unagi Don was screaming out loud in front of me as the gloss from the Yakitori glaze sitting on steaming white rice were attacking my vision and my nose.
So when I dug my teeth into the unagi, I almost pass out.
I shall visit that Unagi place sometime soon but you are more than welcome to join me if you decide to pay me a visit in town.
(Pictures will be available on the next trip)
敬語(Keigo) Explained
- Never Stop Dreaming -
As most of us have already known that Japanese are some of the most polite people that ever treaded the surface of the earth till this day, even intricate issues like asking to go to the toilet takes 5 minutes or so simply because they are soOooOOooo polite. That aside today I am going to teach you some phrases to knock the even Ghandi off his socks (that is if he even wears socks!). The following phrase might come in pretty useful to impress, inspire and at the same time be polite. In English context it may be deemed to be overly polite to flattery but in Japanese context, "Fantastic" is the word I would use. Here we go...
When being invited for all sorts of occasion ranging from Mixi invites, Wedding invites, etc. If you feel that the person in question should be held in a royale status, then use this -
「XXXX 様、 あなたのご招待は本当にありがとうございました。 XXXX のご招待いただきまして、光栄でございます。 よろしくお願いいたします。」
Alright here's the explaination in case you do not understand Keigo. 敬語(Keigo) is formal Japanese where suffixs are change, special particles added and at times the whole word is change to give respect to the subject. Very different from normal conversational (Plain) Japanese and the regular Japanese that we study in class.
「XXXX 様」- you insert the subject's name in the XXXX and add 様(さま) behind the name. This is basically salutations like Dr. XXXX, Mr. XXXX but in a more polite way.
「あなたのご招待は本当にありがとうございました」- means "Really thank you very much for your invitation."
「XXXX のご招待いただきまして、光栄でございます」- Again replace XXXX with subject's name but this time don't add the 様. This sentence means "It's my honour to receive XXXX's invitation."
「よろしくお願いいたします。」- means "I am looking forward to it."
So once again here's everything in Japanese, Romanji and the explaination -
「XXXX 様、 あなたのご招待は本当にありがとうございました。 XXXX のご招待いただきまして、光栄でございます。 よろしくお願いいたします。」
「XXXX sama、anata no goshoutai wa honto ni arigatou gozaimashita。XXXX no goshoutai itadakimashite、koueide gozaimasu。yoroshiku onegai itashimasu。」
「Mr.XXXX, Really thank you very much for your invitation. It's my honour to receive your invitation. I am looking forward to it.」
As most of us have already known that Japanese are some of the most polite people that ever treaded the surface of the earth till this day, even intricate issues like asking to go to the toilet takes 5 minutes or so simply because they are soOooOOooo polite. That aside today I am going to teach you some phrases to knock the even Ghandi off his socks (that is if he even wears socks!). The following phrase might come in pretty useful to impress, inspire and at the same time be polite. In English context it may be deemed to be overly polite to flattery but in Japanese context, "Fantastic" is the word I would use. Here we go...
When being invited for all sorts of occasion ranging from Mixi invites, Wedding invites, etc. If you feel that the person in question should be held in a royale status, then use this -
「XXXX 様、 あなたのご招待は本当にありがとうございました。 XXXX のご招待いただきまして、光栄でございます。 よろしくお願いいたします。」
Alright here's the explaination in case you do not understand Keigo. 敬語(Keigo) is formal Japanese where suffixs are change, special particles added and at times the whole word is change to give respect to the subject. Very different from normal conversational (Plain) Japanese and the regular Japanese that we study in class.
「XXXX 様」- you insert the subject's name in the XXXX and add 様(さま) behind the name. This is basically salutations like Dr. XXXX, Mr. XXXX but in a more polite way.
「あなたのご招待は本当にありがとうございました」- means "Really thank you very much for your invitation."
「XXXX のご招待いただきまして、光栄でございます」- Again replace XXXX with subject's name but this time don't add the 様. This sentence means "It's my honour to receive XXXX's invitation."
「よろしくお願いいたします。」- means "I am looking forward to it."
So once again here's everything in Japanese, Romanji and the explaination -
「XXXX 様、 あなたのご招待は本当にありがとうございました。 XXXX のご招待いただきまして、光栄でございます。 よろしくお願いいたします。」
「XXXX sama、anata no goshoutai wa honto ni arigatou gozaimashita。XXXX no goshoutai itadakimashite、koueide gozaimasu。yoroshiku onegai itashimasu。」
「Mr.XXXX, Really thank you very much for your invitation. It's my honour to receive your invitation. I am looking forward to it.」
Thursday, September 11, 2008
What were you doing back then?
- Never Stop Dreaming -
On this day 7 years back, I was in a room with 11 other boys that would be men soon. The sky was bright in baby blue and there was a single copy of the local newspaper on the desk in the room. I was one of the first few who picked up the papers and observed the front page in silence, not even reading the words printed. The picture of a single building with thick black smoke spewing from the top against a blue backdrop. The picture was slightly bigger than the regular A4 size. Upon reading the fine prints, it was then I realised that the smoking building in the picture was one of the 2 famous towers aka World Trade Center. This was when I realise what had actually happened...the way the news and the world were intended to see.
My point here is not about the fateful day of 9.11 but rather it's a day where I am damn sure everyone actually remembers what they were doing back then. Because the memories tied to this day were linked to an event that was easily remembered and therefore stored in the "readily available ram" in our heads...aka caches. This is one instances that I would like to draw conclusions that it's easier to remember situations, events, etc when they are linked, tied, related to another exclusively independant stimuli. This stimuli of course have to have a fairly significant impact on history itself so recalling this stimuli would trigger all other related memories.
Try recalling what you were doing, what you ate, who you were with 1 week, 7 years ago before 9.11. If you can visualise the images in your head then drop me a mail because I would like to carve a statue of you and offer them to the Gods.
7 years down the roads...today, or even 20 years down the road...I would still remember the events on that day clearly. God Bless and rest in peace.
On this day 7 years back, I was in a room with 11 other boys that would be men soon. The sky was bright in baby blue and there was a single copy of the local newspaper on the desk in the room. I was one of the first few who picked up the papers and observed the front page in silence, not even reading the words printed. The picture of a single building with thick black smoke spewing from the top against a blue backdrop. The picture was slightly bigger than the regular A4 size. Upon reading the fine prints, it was then I realised that the smoking building in the picture was one of the 2 famous towers aka World Trade Center. This was when I realise what had actually happened...the way the news and the world were intended to see.
My point here is not about the fateful day of 9.11 but rather it's a day where I am damn sure everyone actually remembers what they were doing back then. Because the memories tied to this day were linked to an event that was easily remembered and therefore stored in the "readily available ram" in our heads...aka caches. This is one instances that I would like to draw conclusions that it's easier to remember situations, events, etc when they are linked, tied, related to another exclusively independant stimuli. This stimuli of course have to have a fairly significant impact on history itself so recalling this stimuli would trigger all other related memories.
Try recalling what you were doing, what you ate, who you were with 1 week, 7 years ago before 9.11. If you can visualise the images in your head then drop me a mail because I would like to carve a statue of you and offer them to the Gods.
7 years down the roads...today, or even 20 years down the road...I would still remember the events on that day clearly. God Bless and rest in peace.
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