My sister has come…and gone. The first weekend felt as if time slowed down. Then, all of a sudden, its us at Haneda Airport saying goodbye. Now she’s off on her own travels with a backpack that only weighs 12 kilos.
In the meantime, our time together really revealed what I need to focus on: my health. Exercise, nutrition, meditation, and sleep.
Observations from Tokyo:
1. It is a land of competing dolls. Femininity and sexuality are defined by how cute and innocent a girl can look while simultaneously showing as much skin as possible. It is a fine balance requiring years of practice and only ends with pregnancy.
2. Japanese people love trippy shit. From psytrance to anime, even their pop music is psychedelic:
3. Getting dates on the subway (metro) is surprisingly difficult. Some people study, listen to their iPod, or daydream about their dog on their commute to work. I try to speak to the cute girl doing one of the above.
4. Sociability, a pen, and a notepad= all you need to learn Japanese. From shogun grandpa chilling in the handicap seat to the little kid falling off his bicycle- all age groups have helped me learn more 日本の. I’ve learned more language walking around pointing ( [purple] nihongo de nan des ka? / what is purple in Japanese? ) than I ever have with my textbook and iPod.
Until the next post…I’m feeling some summer vibes rearing up. About to bust out the shorts. Or the umbrella…
love the last bit about summertime. umbrellas are so asian. definitely sport it up if you want to keep that creamy glow. japan sounds tight 🙂