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Monday, July 26, 2004
onwards and upwards
we drove up a long and winding road that lead us to the fifth station. by that time it was pitch black, and i was feeling a bit sleepy... darn my vehicular-motion-induced sleepiness. we had to park about 2km from the fifth station. Upon exiting the car, i immediately noticed how much cooler it was...this cold? already??? eeeep.
we made it to fifth station where wayne immediately disappeared, sending linda on a frantic search, and i got my hands on a big ol` walking stick (withayellowribbonandbells). i also got a picture of a bunch of guys dressed up in dragon and monkey costumes =) glancing briefly at the array of headlamps and gloves, i sniffed in disdain over how like, COMMERCIALIZED this whole experience was. who needs all of that extra stuff? i mean, i had my trusty fleece, hoody, t-shirt, uniqlo indoor pants, and trusty walking stick... nothing else needed!
a nice american man took a Before picture for us, and we were off! (oh yeah, wayne was found in a nearby bathroom).
we started off pretty strong, julia proving her hiking prowess early on, leaving us behind. Soon after, the LinWay contingent split into two factions, as LinNa joined as one sluggish troupe while Way forged ahead somewhere in the middle. cries of "REst TIME!!" and "Holy Crap man!!" were heard from LinNa. There was one part where the trail became flat ground, and we could see Yamanashi spread out in front of us, in an awesome and glittering panorama. so pretty.
onwards and upwards!
it was getting hot up there cuz of like... all of the climbing, and i felt very genki. yess!! i was doing this!! mt doom!! i mean FUJI.
onwards and upwards!
reaching 6th station was joy contained.
hiking up to the 7th and 8th station was fear contained.
i can`t remember the exact times/locations because the rest of the climb is a big, black windy blur. there were spots where the terrain turned traitorous and treacherous. in some parts i was worried that if i stood up straight, i would be blown off the side of the mountain, NOT KIDDING. it got incredibly windy, and unfortunately that meant we also were hiking headlong into a mini sandstorm. at one point, because my eyesight had betrayed me, and all i could see in front of me were wavery points of light, out of desperation, i took out my contact. realizing how STUPID that was i begged Lin to stand behind to block the wind as i tried to jam the wayward lens back into my eye. fortunately, (bless her overprepared self), Lin had contact lens eyedrops and so the lens was returned successfully. Still with copious amounts of grit and dirt though ;) i could only kind of see for the rest of the way up, and that made me more tense and anxious that i would have been under normal circumstances. another really tricky section was the section of almost vertical rocky terrain, which in itself was challenging to navigate, but add dim lighting conditions and a herd of hikers DESCENDING and it makes for a frustrating climb. it was here that i realized the necessity of headlamps and gloves. grrrr.
onwards and upwards?
then it started raining.
i guess on the way to the Real 8th station, there were moments when i had to swallow the urge to cry because there was just no TIme to do that. it`s a funny, wobbly feeling realizing that there is no way out. you HAVE to keep on climbing no matter how much you just want to shut down.
we reached the real 8th around 4am, soaked, tired, cold, tired and tired. at this point, i wished for garbage bags, so i could make some sort of makeshift rain poncho. julia had arrived about an hour earlier, and had managed to seduce most of the staff with her drew barrymore-like looks:
"you like Charlie`s Angels?"
"Oh! Yeah I do..."
"You look like!"
"Oh, ok thanks..!"
i slept while sitting on a crate, but was still incredibly cold and dazed. At that point i had no interest in making it up the summit. i just wanted to get off Doom, i mean FUJI! Fuji... We met a guy fom T.O. (don mills & eglinton) who worked at nova. there were so many foreigners there... and i ran into charlotte at one of the rest stations! weird!
around 430am, the rain stopped, and we headed out, onwards and downwards. my first glimpse of the view literally stopped my heart. it was amazing. i`ve never (and probably never will) see anything like it again.
so high i could touch the sky...
we were above the clouds.
as awesome as the view was, we were pretty determined to find our way down from doom, i MEAN Fuji. the descent was much easier, but inversely, really tough on the knees. the view kept on getting more spectacular the closer we came to earth.
we finally got back to fifth station, had some peaches, trudged back to the car, came back to LinWay`s and crashed.
there`s a saying somewhere that a wise man climbs fuji once, a fool does it twice. i was talking this over with wayne while we were on our way to another udon shop. even though earlier vows of "i will never ever do this again in my life, ONLY A FOOL ONLY A FOOL!!!!" i think if we started in the day, and slept over/rested at one of the rest stations, i would totally do it again, and would make sure i reached the summit.
so yeah, that was Doom.. i mean FUJI!!!
the rest of the weekend was appropriately chill and fun...fuji again? onwards and upwards =)
we drove up a long and winding road that lead us to the fifth station. by that time it was pitch black, and i was feeling a bit sleepy... darn my vehicular-motion-induced sleepiness. we had to park about 2km from the fifth station. Upon exiting the car, i immediately noticed how much cooler it was...this cold? already??? eeeep.
we made it to fifth station where wayne immediately disappeared, sending linda on a frantic search, and i got my hands on a big ol` walking stick (withayellowribbonandbells). i also got a picture of a bunch of guys dressed up in dragon and monkey costumes =) glancing briefly at the array of headlamps and gloves, i sniffed in disdain over how like, COMMERCIALIZED this whole experience was. who needs all of that extra stuff? i mean, i had my trusty fleece, hoody, t-shirt, uniqlo indoor pants, and trusty walking stick... nothing else needed!
a nice american man took a Before picture for us, and we were off! (oh yeah, wayne was found in a nearby bathroom).
we started off pretty strong, julia proving her hiking prowess early on, leaving us behind. Soon after, the LinWay contingent split into two factions, as LinNa joined as one sluggish troupe while Way forged ahead somewhere in the middle. cries of "REst TIME!!" and "Holy Crap man!!" were heard from LinNa. There was one part where the trail became flat ground, and we could see Yamanashi spread out in front of us, in an awesome and glittering panorama. so pretty.
onwards and upwards!
it was getting hot up there cuz of like... all of the climbing, and i felt very genki. yess!! i was doing this!! mt doom!! i mean FUJI.
onwards and upwards!
reaching 6th station was joy contained.
hiking up to the 7th and 8th station was fear contained.
i can`t remember the exact times/locations because the rest of the climb is a big, black windy blur. there were spots where the terrain turned traitorous and treacherous. in some parts i was worried that if i stood up straight, i would be blown off the side of the mountain, NOT KIDDING. it got incredibly windy, and unfortunately that meant we also were hiking headlong into a mini sandstorm. at one point, because my eyesight had betrayed me, and all i could see in front of me were wavery points of light, out of desperation, i took out my contact. realizing how STUPID that was i begged Lin to stand behind to block the wind as i tried to jam the wayward lens back into my eye. fortunately, (bless her overprepared self), Lin had contact lens eyedrops and so the lens was returned successfully. Still with copious amounts of grit and dirt though ;) i could only kind of see for the rest of the way up, and that made me more tense and anxious that i would have been under normal circumstances. another really tricky section was the section of almost vertical rocky terrain, which in itself was challenging to navigate, but add dim lighting conditions and a herd of hikers DESCENDING and it makes for a frustrating climb. it was here that i realized the necessity of headlamps and gloves. grrrr.
onwards and upwards?
then it started raining.
i guess on the way to the Real 8th station, there were moments when i had to swallow the urge to cry because there was just no TIme to do that. it`s a funny, wobbly feeling realizing that there is no way out. you HAVE to keep on climbing no matter how much you just want to shut down.
we reached the real 8th around 4am, soaked, tired, cold, tired and tired. at this point, i wished for garbage bags, so i could make some sort of makeshift rain poncho. julia had arrived about an hour earlier, and had managed to seduce most of the staff with her drew barrymore-like looks:
"you like Charlie`s Angels?"
"Oh! Yeah I do..."
"You look like!"
"Oh, ok thanks..!"
i slept while sitting on a crate, but was still incredibly cold and dazed. At that point i had no interest in making it up the summit. i just wanted to get off Doom, i mean FUJI! Fuji... We met a guy fom T.O. (don mills & eglinton) who worked at nova. there were so many foreigners there... and i ran into charlotte at one of the rest stations! weird!
around 430am, the rain stopped, and we headed out, onwards and downwards. my first glimpse of the view literally stopped my heart. it was amazing. i`ve never (and probably never will) see anything like it again.
so high i could touch the sky...
we were above the clouds.
as awesome as the view was, we were pretty determined to find our way down from doom, i MEAN Fuji. the descent was much easier, but inversely, really tough on the knees. the view kept on getting more spectacular the closer we came to earth.
we finally got back to fifth station, had some peaches, trudged back to the car, came back to LinWay`s and crashed.
there`s a saying somewhere that a wise man climbs fuji once, a fool does it twice. i was talking this over with wayne while we were on our way to another udon shop. even though earlier vows of "i will never ever do this again in my life, ONLY A FOOL ONLY A FOOL!!!!" i think if we started in the day, and slept over/rested at one of the rest stations, i would totally do it again, and would make sure i reached the summit.
so yeah, that was Doom.. i mean FUJI!!!
the rest of the weekend was appropriately chill and fun...fuji again? onwards and upwards =)
we interrupt this regularly scheduled programme...
all night!
kiddies galore!
karate??
all night!
kiddies galore!
karate??
Sunday, July 25, 2004
yes kathy, i went to mt.fuji...
and survived. sort of.
it`s been a week and a day since the descent from mt.doom, er, mt. FUJI and i am still sniffly and eye-irritated. not a good condition to be in since i`m leaving for malay/indo in two days. boooooooooooooooo!!!!
it`s been a hectic week... juggling the Doom climb, naotaro concert, Skirt Day, and moving out...i feel exhausted. and i still have presents to buy.
but firstly, blog time!
Julia and I took the shinkansen out to yamanashi on friday night, which had its heart stopping moment when we realized we had gotten on the wrong train at shin-osaka. luckily julia knew how to read the utterly confusing timetable and after a transfer at nagoya, we coasted into shin-fuji station safe and sound, right into the waiting arms of... NO ONE.
LinWay hadn`t received my message informing them of our ETA so were still at home when we arrived. our phones hate each other i think, cuz for like 3 months we couldn`t send each other texts, and even after the "technicality" got figured out, there were still glitches. anyways, after we made peace between our finicky keitais, we got picked up an hour later. in the interim, julia managed to quash a 9-year abstinence from McDs due to unrelenting hunger, and we spotted an Asian native english speaker in a Lawsons, because he pronounced "peanuts" perfectly =) While exiting Lawsons, i overheard some girl complain to her friends that tomorrow`s forecast called for rain. RAIN??? but we were climbing tomorrow... it couldn`t rain...could it?
While driving to Fujiyoshida, the windows were promptly rolled down and currents of fresh fresh mountain air filled the car. at first i was hesitant to breathe deeply, conditioned by 11 months of breathing Osaka air... but then i remembered where i was.
so that`s what fresh air feels like...
LinWay`s place is so awesome (and cute!). They have a beautiful balcony (well beautiful meaning pigeon-free) which offers a spectacular view of mt.doom i mean FUJI, FUJI! they have one of the best stocked-pantries in Japan, filled with tons of hisashiburi items. We stayed up kind of late, mostly cuz Julia was reintroduced to a former addiction to Bubble Bobble, and I had overdosed on the good mountain air.
The next morning, while Julia slept, LinWay and I 100-yened, and i got to try their town`s famous udon, which was totally worth the wait. afterwards we went on a hunt for omiyage, and came across a peach stand. after trying a sample, we each bought a box. Japanese peaches are amazing... they aren`t the hard and sour ones you sometimes get in Ontario... they are big, sweet and juicy and their flesh has really cool speckled patterns. yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! why did i give u guys my peaches???????????????????? ;) then we went to yama...ko (?) and linda and i slept in the car (only after appreciating the lakeside view of course) and wayne scoured the nearby 7-11 for more toys. oy!
it was only a few more hours till the Doom er, FUJI climb and i wasn`t too anxious. i mean, i overworry about tons of things and they usually turn out okay... shinpaisugi!
for dinner we went to Atomboy, which is a 100yen kaiten sushi chain. after being in there for about 10 minutes, i was a bit embarrassed about how i boasted about Akindo when LinWay were in Osaka. Atomboy kicks butt... and it was so cool cuz they knew one of the waiters there, since apparently they go there a lot heheh.
then, it was Doom time... er, FUJI time... bring on the inevitable!
oops gotta go
and survived. sort of.
it`s been a week and a day since the descent from mt.doom, er, mt. FUJI and i am still sniffly and eye-irritated. not a good condition to be in since i`m leaving for malay/indo in two days. boooooooooooooooo!!!!
it`s been a hectic week... juggling the Doom climb, naotaro concert, Skirt Day, and moving out...i feel exhausted. and i still have presents to buy.
but firstly, blog time!
Julia and I took the shinkansen out to yamanashi on friday night, which had its heart stopping moment when we realized we had gotten on the wrong train at shin-osaka. luckily julia knew how to read the utterly confusing timetable and after a transfer at nagoya, we coasted into shin-fuji station safe and sound, right into the waiting arms of... NO ONE.
LinWay hadn`t received my message informing them of our ETA so were still at home when we arrived. our phones hate each other i think, cuz for like 3 months we couldn`t send each other texts, and even after the "technicality" got figured out, there were still glitches. anyways, after we made peace between our finicky keitais, we got picked up an hour later. in the interim, julia managed to quash a 9-year abstinence from McDs due to unrelenting hunger, and we spotted an Asian native english speaker in a Lawsons, because he pronounced "peanuts" perfectly =) While exiting Lawsons, i overheard some girl complain to her friends that tomorrow`s forecast called for rain. RAIN??? but we were climbing tomorrow... it couldn`t rain...could it?
While driving to Fujiyoshida, the windows were promptly rolled down and currents of fresh fresh mountain air filled the car. at first i was hesitant to breathe deeply, conditioned by 11 months of breathing Osaka air... but then i remembered where i was.
so that`s what fresh air feels like...
LinWay`s place is so awesome (and cute!). They have a beautiful balcony (well beautiful meaning pigeon-free) which offers a spectacular view of mt.doom i mean FUJI, FUJI! they have one of the best stocked-pantries in Japan, filled with tons of hisashiburi items. We stayed up kind of late, mostly cuz Julia was reintroduced to a former addiction to Bubble Bobble, and I had overdosed on the good mountain air.
The next morning, while Julia slept, LinWay and I 100-yened, and i got to try their town`s famous udon, which was totally worth the wait. afterwards we went on a hunt for omiyage, and came across a peach stand. after trying a sample, we each bought a box. Japanese peaches are amazing... they aren`t the hard and sour ones you sometimes get in Ontario... they are big, sweet and juicy and their flesh has really cool speckled patterns. yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! why did i give u guys my peaches???????????????????? ;) then we went to yama...ko (?) and linda and i slept in the car (only after appreciating the lakeside view of course) and wayne scoured the nearby 7-11 for more toys. oy!
it was only a few more hours till the Doom er, FUJI climb and i wasn`t too anxious. i mean, i overworry about tons of things and they usually turn out okay... shinpaisugi!
for dinner we went to Atomboy, which is a 100yen kaiten sushi chain. after being in there for about 10 minutes, i was a bit embarrassed about how i boasted about Akindo when LinWay were in Osaka. Atomboy kicks butt... and it was so cool cuz they knew one of the waiters there, since apparently they go there a lot heheh.
then, it was Doom time... er, FUJI time... bring on the inevitable!
oops gotta go
Friday, July 16, 2004
suzushiiii!
at LinWays, and it is gorgeous. it soooooooooooo cool here... like only 21 degrees!!!! i was actually sneezing last night because i was cold!!
I Know!
we are planning to start climbing fuji around 10ish tonight... a bit worried! but should be really awesome.
did i mention how beautiful it is here??????
at LinWays, and it is gorgeous. it soooooooooooo cool here... like only 21 degrees!!!! i was actually sneezing last night because i was cold!!
I Know!
we are planning to start climbing fuji around 10ish tonight... a bit worried! but should be really awesome.
did i mention how beautiful it is here??????
Friday, July 09, 2004
KATTA-ZOU!!!!!!!!!!
OSAKA DOME
THURSDAY AUGUST 26TH.
6PM
HANSHIN TIGERS VS. YOKOHAMA BAY STARS
who`s gonna be there, in the left field upper deck seats, gleefully pounding two black and yellow striped plastic horns together, hollering random japanese-sounding phonemes (cuz the words to the song have long been forgotten), and cheering lustily for Kanemoto while balancing a tray of takoyaki (and possibly embarrassing nine other companions)?!
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OSAKA DOME
THURSDAY AUGUST 26TH.
6PM
HANSHIN TIGERS VS. YOKOHAMA BAY STARS
who`s gonna be there, in the left field upper deck seats, gleefully pounding two black and yellow striped plastic horns together, hollering random japanese-sounding phonemes (cuz the words to the song have long been forgotten), and cheering lustily for Kanemoto while balancing a tray of takoyaki (and possibly embarrassing nine other companions)?!
Thursday, July 08, 2004
sounds of summer
there`s a simon and garfunkel song called the sounds of silence right?
anyways.
5 Essential Components for a Japanese Summer
1. insane humidity (check)
2. baseball season in full swing (check)
3. the endless cries of semis [cicadias] (check)
4. people shouting "ATTSU!!!!" every 17.3 seconds (check)
5. air conditioners cranked without mercy in every possible area that could sustain human life, EXCEPT for the classroom (check)
it`s summer!!!
i haven`t used the air-con yet... mainly because it`s broken. partially because i am in voluntary training for malaysia/indonesia, where i fear the heat will be even more intense. but i am using my fan, and that`s been keeping me sane.
anyways, the heat hasn`t been too overwhelming. i`m surprised i`m not more tanned though...but i`m definitely more tanned than the average japanese female. they have sunscreen with SPF 120!!!
i usually have a pretty spectacular t-shirt tan going by now.... mainly due to softball? which brings me to my main point... i miss playing softball. i practiced a couple of weeks ago with teachers at nakamoto, but that`s been about it for this year. i feel myself becoming more incapable and weaker which makes me bery angry yo! i.e. i feel way more girly (ick). i am so grateful to Ots for making me do those countless baseball drills when i was younger cuz i can at least throw a baseball without wanting to run away in shame. but achiles heel will always be fly balls and tricky, erratically hopping ground balls.
and since every night there is at least one baseball game on TV, it makes me want to play even more. or at least like do a hardcore practice so i can feel more comfortable. sigh. i know a lot of ppl don`t like baseball... and i can see why. it`s a bit slow, and the athletes themselves aren`t always the epitome of fitness *cough*johnkruk*cough* and yeah i`d definitely like to play instead of watch a game... but baseball still has its charm. it`s a game of degrees. probably one of the only sports where you can attempt perfection in constant, tiny increments. it involves a classic duel, embedded within the more modern invention of army. one body, desiring perfection. and the perfection is never forever, (which makes it ripe for Where Are They Now? conversations). and really, how could it? baseball is a sport of the summer... that season of fleeting emotion, of goodbyes and change.
there`s a simon and garfunkel song called the sounds of silence right?
anyways.
5 Essential Components for a Japanese Summer
1. insane humidity (check)
2. baseball season in full swing (check)
3. the endless cries of semis [cicadias] (check)
4. people shouting "ATTSU!!!!" every 17.3 seconds (check)
5. air conditioners cranked without mercy in every possible area that could sustain human life, EXCEPT for the classroom (check)
it`s summer!!!
i haven`t used the air-con yet... mainly because it`s broken. partially because i am in voluntary training for malaysia/indonesia, where i fear the heat will be even more intense. but i am using my fan, and that`s been keeping me sane.
anyways, the heat hasn`t been too overwhelming. i`m surprised i`m not more tanned though...but i`m definitely more tanned than the average japanese female. they have sunscreen with SPF 120!!!
i usually have a pretty spectacular t-shirt tan going by now.... mainly due to softball? which brings me to my main point... i miss playing softball. i practiced a couple of weeks ago with teachers at nakamoto, but that`s been about it for this year. i feel myself becoming more incapable and weaker which makes me bery angry yo! i.e. i feel way more girly (ick). i am so grateful to Ots for making me do those countless baseball drills when i was younger cuz i can at least throw a baseball without wanting to run away in shame. but achiles heel will always be fly balls and tricky, erratically hopping ground balls.
and since every night there is at least one baseball game on TV, it makes me want to play even more. or at least like do a hardcore practice so i can feel more comfortable. sigh. i know a lot of ppl don`t like baseball... and i can see why. it`s a bit slow, and the athletes themselves aren`t always the epitome of fitness *cough*johnkruk*cough* and yeah i`d definitely like to play instead of watch a game... but baseball still has its charm. it`s a game of degrees. probably one of the only sports where you can attempt perfection in constant, tiny increments. it involves a classic duel, embedded within the more modern invention of army. one body, desiring perfection. and the perfection is never forever, (which makes it ripe for Where Are They Now? conversations). and really, how could it? baseball is a sport of the summer... that season of fleeting emotion, of goodbyes and change.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
hidden genius?
see? i actually CAN cook.... i just choose not to flaunt my wealth of culinary knowledge every night. hence the hiyayakko and instant ramen.
see? i actually CAN cook.... i just choose not to flaunt my wealth of culinary knowledge every night. hence the hiyayakko and instant ramen.
eeee!
saaaave me from the cuuute picture fraaaames!!
let yatai er, i mean, Matsuri season begin!!!!!!!!!!
saaaave me from the cuuute picture fraaaames!!
let yatai er, i mean, Matsuri season begin!!!!!!!!!!
top o` the charts
"He has the ability to imagine himself a minor incident in the lives of others."
-opening line from The Autograph Man
i read it, and i loved it. i bought The Autograph Man by Zadie Smith on a whim, mainly because of the 420yen sticker price at the recent Kinokuniya sale, and partially because the hero is Alex-Li Tandem, "...a twenty-something Chinese-Jewish autograph dealer..." I finished reading it this morning during first period, and am so delighted with this book. Zadie Smith is awesome. There were so many moments when i read a line/passage that just made me freeze, that i-have-just-read-something-beautiful-genius-and-true kind of heart-fluttering feeling. What makes this so awesome? Religion, fame, mortality, fathers, love, escape, friendship...and expressed in simple, funny, beautiful language. Nothing ever feels forced, overblown, even when she compares the Heisenberg principle to a certain insurance company. For Pete`s sake, I felt attracted to Esther, Alex`s girlfriend, because Smith wrote her so well (and consequently hated Alex for giving her second-class treatment).
Top 6 Books of All Time/Top 6 Books to Bring to a Boring Luncheon(random order)
1. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
2. In the Skin of a Lion by Michael Ondaatje
3. Women About Town by Laura Jacobs
4. Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels
5. The Autograph Man by Zadie Smith
6. Simple Recipes by Madeline Thien
as soon as i finished it, i wanted to re-read it again, but stopped myself. it would be too soon... for books like these you need a grace period where you can sort of tease it out, stretch the words out enough that you can rest inside them, and have that world settle within you.
"He has the ability to imagine himself a minor incident in the lives of others."
-opening line from The Autograph Man
i read it, and i loved it. i bought The Autograph Man by Zadie Smith on a whim, mainly because of the 420yen sticker price at the recent Kinokuniya sale, and partially because the hero is Alex-Li Tandem, "...a twenty-something Chinese-Jewish autograph dealer..." I finished reading it this morning during first period, and am so delighted with this book. Zadie Smith is awesome. There were so many moments when i read a line/passage that just made me freeze, that i-have-just-read-something-beautiful-genius-and-true kind of heart-fluttering feeling. What makes this so awesome? Religion, fame, mortality, fathers, love, escape, friendship...and expressed in simple, funny, beautiful language. Nothing ever feels forced, overblown, even when she compares the Heisenberg principle to a certain insurance company. For Pete`s sake, I felt attracted to Esther, Alex`s girlfriend, because Smith wrote her so well (and consequently hated Alex for giving her second-class treatment).
Top 6 Books of All Time/Top 6 Books to Bring to a Boring Luncheon(random order)
1. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
2. In the Skin of a Lion by Michael Ondaatje
3. Women About Town by Laura Jacobs
4. Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels
5. The Autograph Man by Zadie Smith
6. Simple Recipes by Madeline Thien
as soon as i finished it, i wanted to re-read it again, but stopped myself. it would be too soon... for books like these you need a grace period where you can sort of tease it out, stretch the words out enough that you can rest inside them, and have that world settle within you.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
not all japanese music is bad...
yamazaki masayoshi || one more time, one more chance
Kore ijou nani wo ushinaeba kokoro wa yurusareru no
Dore hodo no itami naraba mou ichido kimi ni aeru
One more time kisetsu yo utsurowanaide
One more time fuzake atta jikan yo
Kuichigau toki wa itsumo boku ga saki ni oreta ne
Wagamama na seikaku ga naosara itoshiku saseta
One more chance kioku ni ashi wo torarete
One more chance tsugi no basho wo erabenai
Itsu demo sagashite iru yo dokka ni kimi no sugata wo
Mukai no hoomu rojiura no mado
Konna toko ni iru hazu mo nai no ni
Negai ga moshimo kanau nara ima sugu kimi no moto e
Dekinai koto wa mou nanimo nai
Subete kakete dakishimete miseru yo
Sabishisa magirasu dake nara
Dare demo ii hazu na no ni
Hoshi ga ochisou na yoru dakara
Jibun wo itsuwarenai
One more time kisetsu yo utsurowanaide
One more time fuzake atta jikan yo
Itsu demo sagashite iru yo dokka ni kimi no sugata wo
Kousaten demo yume no naka demo
Konna toko ni iru hazu mo nai no ni
Kiseki ga moshimo okoru nara im sugu kimi ni misetai
Atarashii asa kore kara no boku
Ienakatta suki to iu kotoba mo
Natsu no omoide ga mawaru fui ni kieta kodou
Itsu demo sagashte iru yo dokka ni kimi no sugata wo
Akegata no machi sakuragichou de
Konna toko ni kuru hazu mo nai no ni
Negai ga moshimo kanau nara ima sugu kimi no moto e
Dekinai koto wa mou nanimo nai
Subete kakete dakishimete miseru yo
Itsu demo sagashite iru yo dokka ni kimi no hahen wo
Tabisaki no mise shinbun no sumi
Konna toko ni aru hazu mo nai no ni
Kiseki ga moshimo okoru nara im sugu kimi ni misetai
Atarashii asa kore kara no boku
Ienakatta suki to iu kotoba mo
Itsu demo sagashite shimau dokka ni kimi no egao wo
Kyuukou machi no fumikiri atari
Konna toko ni iru hazu mo nai no ni
Inochi ga kurikaesu naraba nandomo kimi no moto e
Hoshii mono nado mou nanimo nai
Kimi no hoka ni taisetsu na mono nado
yamazaki masayoshi || one more time, one more chance
Kore ijou nani wo ushinaeba kokoro wa yurusareru no
Dore hodo no itami naraba mou ichido kimi ni aeru
One more time kisetsu yo utsurowanaide
One more time fuzake atta jikan yo
Kuichigau toki wa itsumo boku ga saki ni oreta ne
Wagamama na seikaku ga naosara itoshiku saseta
One more chance kioku ni ashi wo torarete
One more chance tsugi no basho wo erabenai
Itsu demo sagashite iru yo dokka ni kimi no sugata wo
Mukai no hoomu rojiura no mado
Konna toko ni iru hazu mo nai no ni
Negai ga moshimo kanau nara ima sugu kimi no moto e
Dekinai koto wa mou nanimo nai
Subete kakete dakishimete miseru yo
Sabishisa magirasu dake nara
Dare demo ii hazu na no ni
Hoshi ga ochisou na yoru dakara
Jibun wo itsuwarenai
One more time kisetsu yo utsurowanaide
One more time fuzake atta jikan yo
Itsu demo sagashite iru yo dokka ni kimi no sugata wo
Kousaten demo yume no naka demo
Konna toko ni iru hazu mo nai no ni
Kiseki ga moshimo okoru nara im sugu kimi ni misetai
Atarashii asa kore kara no boku
Ienakatta suki to iu kotoba mo
Natsu no omoide ga mawaru fui ni kieta kodou
Itsu demo sagashte iru yo dokka ni kimi no sugata wo
Akegata no machi sakuragichou de
Konna toko ni kuru hazu mo nai no ni
Negai ga moshimo kanau nara ima sugu kimi no moto e
Dekinai koto wa mou nanimo nai
Subete kakete dakishimete miseru yo
Itsu demo sagashite iru yo dokka ni kimi no hahen wo
Tabisaki no mise shinbun no sumi
Konna toko ni aru hazu mo nai no ni
Kiseki ga moshimo okoru nara im sugu kimi ni misetai
Atarashii asa kore kara no boku
Ienakatta suki to iu kotoba mo
Itsu demo sagashite shimau dokka ni kimi no egao wo
Kyuukou machi no fumikiri atari
Konna toko ni iru hazu mo nai no ni
Inochi ga kurikaesu naraba nandomo kimi no moto e
Hoshii mono nado mou nanimo nai
Kimi no hoka ni taisetsu na mono nado
sayakawa
bobby came over this weekend to get l`omiyage for his trip back to good old T.O. (see you soon). Sat night, we both were so tired so opted for supermarket dinner and tv movie. usually there is an english movie on, but last night, to cheers of "wooohoooooooooooooooooo!" (mostly from one member of the audience......) Waterboys (U-o-ta-bo-i-zu) was on!
it came out in 2001, and was made by the same people who did Shall We Dance, which I loved. It`s apparently based on a real story about a boys synchronized swim team in the Tokyo area (?). The movie was such a big hit, I think every bunkasai afterwards referenced in some way. It`s just a really funny and sweet film, same kind of spirit as Shall We Dance, but more boisterous since it is dealing with high school boys.
But there was just one aspect of the film that was a bit unnerving...
...holy skimpy speedos batman!!
japanese boys are so. so. so. skinny.
bobby came over this weekend to get l`omiyage for his trip back to good old T.O. (see you soon). Sat night, we both were so tired so opted for supermarket dinner and tv movie. usually there is an english movie on, but last night, to cheers of "wooohoooooooooooooooooo!" (mostly from one member of the audience......) Waterboys (U-o-ta-bo-i-zu) was on!
it came out in 2001, and was made by the same people who did Shall We Dance, which I loved. It`s apparently based on a real story about a boys synchronized swim team in the Tokyo area (?). The movie was such a big hit, I think every bunkasai afterwards referenced in some way. It`s just a really funny and sweet film, same kind of spirit as Shall We Dance, but more boisterous since it is dealing with high school boys.
But there was just one aspect of the film that was a bit unnerving...
...holy skimpy speedos batman!!
japanese boys are so. so. so. skinny.
Friday, July 02, 2004
kimoi =(
ok, i know i am not the centre of the universe. i know there are horrible things happening to people around the world at this very instant. i know i am spoiled and soft and beyond privileged. i know i am petty and materialistic. i know some of the closest people to me have suffered immeasurably. i know there are more important things in life to stress over.
but i really really really don`t like my hair
i gave yet another japanese hairdresser carte blanche, and i ended up losing about three inches off my hair, instead of the requested one inch trim. She also thoroughly deconstructed the interior, and now it`s all weird and feathery and ugh, shaggy. my hair is like, complicated now!!! i have to use product =(( argh!! none of this wake-up-and-go-to-work routine anymore. it`s worse than the mullet cuz it`s so short. i know this is definitely a test of my vanity, which i did ask for, but i am failing miserably.
it`s really shocking how a bad hair day can affect your mood. i laughed at laura (good-naturedly!!) when she had that highlighting fiasco, telling her not to stress about it because it was just hair. hah. it`s not just hair. it`s identity, confidence, self-worth... i remember watching a documentary about african-american women and their relationship with their hair. the main conflict it explored was the choice to wear one`s hair in its natural state vs. choosing to get it relaxed/straightened. it seemed that going natural evoked a more earthy, powerful, "real" image, while relaxed hair was worn by women who wanted to be part of the mainstream, insinuating a "false" beauty since it resembled the Caucasian standard. I was amazed at the political (and thusly personal) statements people made with their hair... Political Hair? but if you can think of the body as a mirror for one`s surroundings, then duh, of course (this also reminded me of the debate over the double eyelid within the Asian community). It`s hard to extricate the feminine self from the coiffure, and I don`t think it`ll get easier, especially since culture is quickly becoming more porous, transparent.
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wow, i have spent way too much time thinking about this. i am so insecure eh?
ok, i know i am not the centre of the universe. i know there are horrible things happening to people around the world at this very instant. i know i am spoiled and soft and beyond privileged. i know i am petty and materialistic. i know some of the closest people to me have suffered immeasurably. i know there are more important things in life to stress over.
but i really really really don`t like my hair
i gave yet another japanese hairdresser carte blanche, and i ended up losing about three inches off my hair, instead of the requested one inch trim. She also thoroughly deconstructed the interior, and now it`s all weird and feathery and ugh, shaggy. my hair is like, complicated now!!! i have to use product =(( argh!! none of this wake-up-and-go-to-work routine anymore. it`s worse than the mullet cuz it`s so short. i know this is definitely a test of my vanity, which i did ask for, but i am failing miserably.
it`s really shocking how a bad hair day can affect your mood. i laughed at laura (good-naturedly!!) when she had that highlighting fiasco, telling her not to stress about it because it was just hair. hah. it`s not just hair. it`s identity, confidence, self-worth... i remember watching a documentary about african-american women and their relationship with their hair. the main conflict it explored was the choice to wear one`s hair in its natural state vs. choosing to get it relaxed/straightened. it seemed that going natural evoked a more earthy, powerful, "real" image, while relaxed hair was worn by women who wanted to be part of the mainstream, insinuating a "false" beauty since it resembled the Caucasian standard. I was amazed at the political (and thusly personal) statements people made with their hair... Political Hair? but if you can think of the body as a mirror for one`s surroundings, then duh, of course (this also reminded me of the debate over the double eyelid within the Asian community). It`s hard to extricate the feminine self from the coiffure, and I don`t think it`ll get easier, especially since culture is quickly becoming more porous, transparent.
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wow, i have spent way too much time thinking about this. i am so insecure eh?
