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Wednesday 6, May
Ko showed me around Sannomiya as a thank you for showing her around Osaka. She’s been living in Kobe for about eight months, so she’s pretty well versed in the shopping of the area.
We were both on a mission for summer clothes since its gotten surprisingly hot in the last couple days, so she took me to a European store in the area that’s become really popular with college students called ZARA. I liked that I could easily understand the sizes. Zara was right next to a UniQlo too, where I’d like to get some nerdy lazing-around-the-house T-shirts next time I’m not with a non-nerdy friend.
We went before lunch so every once in a while, when we got tired, we stopped by a café and had a little something to munch on, instead of having a specified MEAL. That’s kind of nice. It’s also a really great way to break up the day. I’m the kind of person that likes taking breaks in shopping every hour and a half or so, just to take it all in. Otherwise I get phased and cranky.
Both yesterday and today we were able to communicate surprisingly well even though neither of us spoke Japanese fluently. I found out that she was interested in Fashion (yay! I should show her my fashion project sometime) as well as movies.
We are also both hell-bent on seeing a Takaradzuka show scince it’s made of shiny and awesome. Plus, it’s just over the mountain yonder! YAY! I have a buddy to see it with me. I was hoping I’d find one, I don’t think there’s any way I’d want to go by myself. Neither of us have seen Himeiji Castle down south either. Apparently it’s going to be closed for construction for a few years starting in summer, so we’ll need to go soon. Good to know, otherwise I’d have waited until fall (Mmmm Momiji)
Towards the end of the day, after we’s both muddled over and finally succumbed to a pair of shorts and at least one top, we found ourselves enjoying a desset at Fujiya. A few minutes in Ko gets this phone-call from someone. At first she’s just says the usual ‘I’m good’ and ‘Oh you have a cold? Take care of yourself’ when suddenly the half of the conversation I’m privy to started consisting soley of ‘no’ , ‘I can’t’, ‘I’m too busy’, ‘I said no’.
….Wait, What’s going on here?
Despite her repeated refusals at…whatever the hell is going on on the other side, the phone calls just doesn’t end.
Currently, I’m about halfway through my ice cream sundae, and Ko hasn’t taken more than a few bites of her anindoufu.
I slow my pace so that I don’t end up finishing a million years before her, and it gave me something to do.
The thing is, this phone call was entirely in Japanese, which would seem like a given for someone living in Japan, except that for pretty much all of my Chinese friends, they almost never have any Japanese friends.
That seems weird at first, except when you realize just how many Chinese people live in Japan, Especially Kobe, and our school has a ridiculously high number of Chinese exchange students. It occurs to me that, even if they almost always answer the phone and do their simple hellos and goodbyes in Japanese, I’ve never heard them otherwise speak in Japanese to anyone on the phone ever.
And they get a lot of Phone calls, especially Ko (She’s very beautiful. Tall, slim, and probably the most fashionable Chinese Girl I know. I hate to say it but one of the easiest ways to tell the Chinese students from the Japanese students is their fashion sense. Chinese kids almost always dress VERY BADLY. Fob-tastic, even. They’re super fond of even less sensical than Japaese kid’s outfits and the main difference is that they don’t accessorize and their clothes are usually poorly made. Japanese clothes on the other hand, as cheap as they might be, always look nice and are never wrinkled or have loose threads. They also over-accessorize if anything.)
I had a lot of time to think all this up as Ko’s phone-call seemed to take even wronger turns. At this point in time she’s been on the phone for fifteen minutes, and is visiably upset. I’m starting to seriously worry. Who the crap is this (apparently) Japanese person who has a cold but keeps asking her something she has already refused five hundered times, complete with a list of reasons why she can’t? And, why the crap doesn’t she just hang up?
I think I know why she doesn’t hang up. She’s an exchange student. As an exchange student, we can’t really be rude to anyone. In fact, it’s pretty much our job to be a happy mascot of cultural awareness and not to make any kind of trouble. We are here almost entirely to network and are the ambassador’s of our school’s friendship. Making any kind of trouble, brushing someone off, or making an enemy could perpetually terminate the school’s relationship and condemn further international connections. Ko, just like Rai and I are the only three true exchange students. There are a million other foreign students are Hyogo, but none of them switch places with a Japanese counterpart, and are also there to actually get an education in Economics.
I mean, we’re definitely here to learn, but it’s different. The three of us aren’t economics students; we’re the only three Japanese Culture students in the entire school. For us the credits mean nothing, it’s an experience (For me at least, the classes are almost entirely a formality. I still try real hard, but they won’t impact my grade.
Strike that, I don’t have grades.)
Anyway, 20 minutes into the phone call she heads off red-eyed to the bathroom still arguing with this person. Her speech has become noticeably rough (There’s no way to be specifically ‘impolite’ in Japan, instead your speech just drops down formality levels until it gets as informal as pobbile and you answers are really short. She also starts saying things like ‘Man you’re persistent’ but yet, there’s still, no actual hanging up of the phone going on, despite repeated threats.
At this point in time, I’m troubled because my ice cream is almost gone and there’s no way I want to just sit there obviously listening to her phonecall with out some sort of delicious distraction.
What I really wanted to right then was Yank the phone from her and yell at the guy to leave her alone. She obviously doesn’t even like you, creep. I mean, who does that? I get from her responses that this dude really wants to see her, and that he isn’t feeling well, although personally I wonder if his not feeling well as an attempt to get her to feel bad for him or something, in any case, this is a disturbing phone call. She comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later (I think she went so that she wouldn’t disturb the other customers because it was a long phonecall and she was definitely crying. She finally told him her battery was running out which got him to hang up. She then apologized to me about the half hour phone call and prodded her now watery distigrating Anindoufu.
I was like:
“What was that? Are you all right? Is there someone I need to beat up for you? They sounded awful.”
She explained to me that there’s this guy she met that keeps calling her like that, and that she doesn’t like him Like I thought, the only reason she was nice and went out with him once was because she wanted to make friends as an exchange student. Scince then he’s gotten obsessed.
I was like “Whoa! It’s time to tell someone about that. That’s completely not okay. If that happens again tell me, I’ll tell them off for you There’s nothing scarier than a blue-eyed shouting foreigner to a Japanese person. I swear they think I’ve got electro-ice beams in my eyes.”
That got her laughing, which was a relief.
I’m still really disurbed by the whole thing. That should never happen to someone, especially a serious exchange student that’s got a boyfriend back home and was just loking for networking friendships. She’s not some booty-call and AUGH! Yuck. It’s not flattering. Crap like that makes girls feel disgusting, even if they didn’t do anything wrong.
It was a pretty good day, all things considered, and I know a lot more about Sannomiya nd Motomachi now.
If only I could find the nerd store…I know I saw one from the train.....
She took me to a Conveyor-belt sushi place she vaguly rememvered for dinner, which was super cheap. We both ate until we exploded. Somehow we managed to sit all the way at the end of the Sushi belt line, so unless we ordered something special we got all the sushi rejects. It was really busy; probably because we happened to go on the last night of golden week. It was still delicious, although we had a hard time finding out how to get back home from there.
Thurday May 7th
….I should not be in class today.
Who the crap makes holidays end on a Thurday? They couldn’t just keep going to cover Thursday and Friday so that we can have a nine-day thing going instead of a five-day, back for two days, weekend nonsense?
Lame.
Especially since I don’t have clas on Friday scince my teacher went to Hiroshima this week. I had to come back for ONE DAY? AUGH.
Friday, May 8th :
Not Kyoto.
We made plans to go to Kyoto on Friday because we still hadn’t gone and neither of us have class that. It’s probably better to have missed going golden week because it’d be stupid crowded, especially with school trips. So, it’s our evil plan to go Friday when school’s back in.
But no.
Ko ended up having a surprise seminar meeting that day that her teacher was kind enough to let her know about the day before.
Sunday, May 10th :
Also not Kyoto, but that’s my bad. And so was my mood.
Because of the whole ‘people like ditching things at the last minute without saying anything so I refuse to get prepared bright eyed and hopeful like an idiot at sunirise unless someone calls the day before letting me know we’re still doing our vague plans’, I assumed that the plans we’d made for Kyoto today to make up for Friday were null.
Oh but they weren’t.
Sometime around nine, when I was sleeping in because I’d stayed up until one hoping someone whould call to reaffirm the plans (this is the job of the person who broke the plans last time because they were surprise-busy) Ko started ringing my doorbell.
Whups.
Well, I ws totally unprepared, drooling on my monkey pillow. In fact, it would have probably taken me an hour to get ready Kyoto is far away, no one decided on this time in the first place, and I was cranky because I’d been woken up simultaneously by my obnoxious doorbell and Goku’s slightly more obnoxious voice from DBZ on T.V.
When Ko finally stopped harassing my doorbell and called my phone, I was like ‘No one called so I didn’t know we were actually doing this today. So now I cant’ come.” Which is what my still half asleep brain came up with when I wasn’t looking.
About an hour later, when I‘d finally come-to, I realized I totally should have just flown out the door, but then on second thought, I almost definitely would have been cranky all day, plus, because it’s so far away, a Sunday really wasn’t the best idea when we have classes bright and early tomorrow morning.
Oh snap.
Apologizing profusely tomorrow for being half-asleep is the probably the best bet, as well as setting a date when we’ll DEFINITELY go. YAY!
Kyoto will happen, and I’d like Rai to be there too, because Kiyomizudera is not all there is to one of my favorite cities ever.
Tuesday May 12th
BIKE GETTO!
Not ghetto. Get. WOO!!!!
Mr. Lyttle, the Evergreen teacher I hung out with during golden wekk, asked if I was planning on getting a bike, probably because while we were out last week I was complaining about the cost of transportation and expressing my confusion as to why the school is renting out an apartment a half hour away, causing us poor by definition college students to dish out $100 a month in Bus transportation with no automagic scholarship or finicial aid to students.
So he was like”….Well…..Want a bike?”
I was like, “If I could ride it at least three times a wekk, it would save me a ton of money.”
So he was like:
“Well….I can buy you one.”
“MUH???? O_O
Uh, bu…buh….ha….BIKE? For meeee?”
“Yeah, as Evergreen faculty, I’m embarrassed at the way we treat hardworking students sacrificing so much to come out here. We could at lest get you a bike.”
“Huh…buh….b-BIKE???? “(I’m eloquent)
“I also think I can get Evergreen to subsidize it. They’re actually conversing most of my living costs, and I think the bike would count. I can’t believe they do nothing to help the students.”
“BIKE! YES! Bike yes!!!” (reverted back to caveman)
We decided to meet after my Japanese lesson at three and pick one out at a place near the school. I get an orange one with a basket, rain guards, seven gears, and built in lock for about $100. It must have looked weird to the Salseman for some middle aged African American guy of very obvious no relation to me buying me a bike with an American Express card. I thought it was funny ^^.
All of my exchange student friends were like ‘Oh, I guess I never thought about it, but as long as you use it half the time it’ll save you a serious amount of money in like, two or three months.
Exactly, Diana thinks on the long term.
And It’s nice because I know the next guy coming so I can just leave him the keys in my mailbox or whatever, and message him on facebook about what it looks like (I’ll put a sticker on it or something) so I don’t have to worry about what will happen to it later.
Unlike Jack’s Giant mountain bike (Which disappeared somewhere) I helped him get last year, it’s gender neutral and not ginormous so it’d probably be good for almost anyone.
Thank you Mr. Lyttle! The ride home was awesome.
In my Japanese Lesson, my usual tutor had a cold so my teacher (Matsuda) who’s office it is that we intrude every week helped me for an hour before getting back to work.
I was super stoked ‘cause my sentence particles were all totally right for the first time ever! It helps that it was the first time they were explainesd in a way that makes sense ^^
Although my tutor is a really nice lady, I think Matsuda is a better teacher-match for me. I can understand her better and I’m more comfortable around her.
I think the Tutor lady would be bored otherwise, so I won’t say anything. It must be tough to be retired. I’m sure she loves teaching and it’s gotta be hard not to have an excuse to do what you love that often.
Later at home I turn to my only distraction from roaring bike gangs outside, T.V.
I’m watching about the strangest PR thing about a black dude going around on the Osaka loop line accosting people about Ketsumeishi.
He’s apparently lived in Japan for Five years. His name is Aaron Walker, of Music Japan T.V.
How informative.
Ketsumeishi is a Popular Osaka band with two M.C’s and two singers, all pretty good lookin. If you like bald dudes.
Anyway, they’re a band I’ve liked for a while. It’s a nice pop-rock-rap thing going on. They have seriously good mixers.
Anyway, so Mr. Aaron Walker of Music Japan T.V. is asking people (In English, even though I’m reasonably sure he speaks Japanese) about why they like Ketsumeishi.
Weird.
Because Japan’s a relatively small country almost entirely connected by the same seven T.V. Channels, half of which are various spawn of the NHK, everyone is exposed to the same media, which means they’ve all heard of Ketsumeishi.
Oh, except the white guy he asked, who was sulking around Osaka Catsle and just looked annoyed (Ask MEEEE, I was there last week. I love Kestumeishi! I'll even tell you what song I like most! We’re not all ignorant samurai idolizing Naruto raving backpack toting sunglass wearing frothing fanboys!)
Gee Diana, Tell them what you really think of American Toursits….
Tsuruhashi is apparently a place on the Osaka loop line a vibrant Korean population and yummy food. Good to know.
Wednesday 6, May
Ko showed me around Sannomiya as a thank you for showing her around Osaka. She’s been living in Kobe for about eight months, so she’s pretty well versed in the shopping of the area.
We were both on a mission for summer clothes since its gotten surprisingly hot in the last couple days, so she took me to a European store in the area that’s become really popular with college students called ZARA. I liked that I could easily understand the sizes. Zara was right next to a UniQlo too, where I’d like to get some nerdy lazing-around-the-house T-shirts next time I’m not with a non-nerdy friend.
We went before lunch so every once in a while, when we got tired, we stopped by a café and had a little something to munch on, instead of having a specified MEAL. That’s kind of nice. It’s also a really great way to break up the day. I’m the kind of person that likes taking breaks in shopping every hour and a half or so, just to take it all in. Otherwise I get phased and cranky.
Both yesterday and today we were able to communicate surprisingly well even though neither of us spoke Japanese fluently. I found out that she was interested in Fashion (yay! I should show her my fashion project sometime) as well as movies.
We are also both hell-bent on seeing a Takaradzuka show scince it’s made of shiny and awesome. Plus, it’s just over the mountain yonder! YAY! I have a buddy to see it with me. I was hoping I’d find one, I don’t think there’s any way I’d want to go by myself. Neither of us have seen Himeiji Castle down south either. Apparently it’s going to be closed for construction for a few years starting in summer, so we’ll need to go soon. Good to know, otherwise I’d have waited until fall (Mmmm Momiji)
Towards the end of the day, after we’s both muddled over and finally succumbed to a pair of shorts and at least one top, we found ourselves enjoying a desset at Fujiya. A few minutes in Ko gets this phone-call from someone. At first she’s just says the usual ‘I’m good’ and ‘Oh you have a cold? Take care of yourself’ when suddenly the half of the conversation I’m privy to started consisting soley of ‘no’ , ‘I can’t’, ‘I’m too busy’, ‘I said no’.
….Wait, What’s going on here?
Despite her repeated refusals at…whatever the hell is going on on the other side, the phone calls just doesn’t end.
Currently, I’m about halfway through my ice cream sundae, and Ko hasn’t taken more than a few bites of her anindoufu.
I slow my pace so that I don’t end up finishing a million years before her, and it gave me something to do.
The thing is, this phone call was entirely in Japanese, which would seem like a given for someone living in Japan, except that for pretty much all of my Chinese friends, they almost never have any Japanese friends.
That seems weird at first, except when you realize just how many Chinese people live in Japan, Especially Kobe, and our school has a ridiculously high number of Chinese exchange students. It occurs to me that, even if they almost always answer the phone and do their simple hellos and goodbyes in Japanese, I’ve never heard them otherwise speak in Japanese to anyone on the phone ever.
And they get a lot of Phone calls, especially Ko (She’s very beautiful. Tall, slim, and probably the most fashionable Chinese Girl I know. I hate to say it but one of the easiest ways to tell the Chinese students from the Japanese students is their fashion sense. Chinese kids almost always dress VERY BADLY. Fob-tastic, even. They’re super fond of even less sensical than Japaese kid’s outfits and the main difference is that they don’t accessorize and their clothes are usually poorly made. Japanese clothes on the other hand, as cheap as they might be, always look nice and are never wrinkled or have loose threads. They also over-accessorize if anything.)
I had a lot of time to think all this up as Ko’s phone-call seemed to take even wronger turns. At this point in time she’s been on the phone for fifteen minutes, and is visiably upset. I’m starting to seriously worry. Who the crap is this (apparently) Japanese person who has a cold but keeps asking her something she has already refused five hundered times, complete with a list of reasons why she can’t? And, why the crap doesn’t she just hang up?
I think I know why she doesn’t hang up. She’s an exchange student. As an exchange student, we can’t really be rude to anyone. In fact, it’s pretty much our job to be a happy mascot of cultural awareness and not to make any kind of trouble. We are here almost entirely to network and are the ambassador’s of our school’s friendship. Making any kind of trouble, brushing someone off, or making an enemy could perpetually terminate the school’s relationship and condemn further international connections. Ko, just like Rai and I are the only three true exchange students. There are a million other foreign students are Hyogo, but none of them switch places with a Japanese counterpart, and are also there to actually get an education in Economics.
I mean, we’re definitely here to learn, but it’s different. The three of us aren’t economics students; we’re the only three Japanese Culture students in the entire school. For us the credits mean nothing, it’s an experience (For me at least, the classes are almost entirely a formality. I still try real hard, but they won’t impact my grade.
Strike that, I don’t have grades.)
Anyway, 20 minutes into the phone call she heads off red-eyed to the bathroom still arguing with this person. Her speech has become noticeably rough (There’s no way to be specifically ‘impolite’ in Japan, instead your speech just drops down formality levels until it gets as informal as pobbile and you answers are really short. She also starts saying things like ‘Man you’re persistent’ but yet, there’s still, no actual hanging up of the phone going on, despite repeated threats.
At this point in time, I’m troubled because my ice cream is almost gone and there’s no way I want to just sit there obviously listening to her phonecall with out some sort of delicious distraction.
What I really wanted to right then was Yank the phone from her and yell at the guy to leave her alone. She obviously doesn’t even like you, creep. I mean, who does that? I get from her responses that this dude really wants to see her, and that he isn’t feeling well, although personally I wonder if his not feeling well as an attempt to get her to feel bad for him or something, in any case, this is a disturbing phone call. She comes back from the bathroom a few minutes later (I think she went so that she wouldn’t disturb the other customers because it was a long phonecall and she was definitely crying. She finally told him her battery was running out which got him to hang up. She then apologized to me about the half hour phone call and prodded her now watery distigrating Anindoufu.
I was like:
“What was that? Are you all right? Is there someone I need to beat up for you? They sounded awful.”
She explained to me that there’s this guy she met that keeps calling her like that, and that she doesn’t like him Like I thought, the only reason she was nice and went out with him once was because she wanted to make friends as an exchange student. Scince then he’s gotten obsessed.
I was like “Whoa! It’s time to tell someone about that. That’s completely not okay. If that happens again tell me, I’ll tell them off for you There’s nothing scarier than a blue-eyed shouting foreigner to a Japanese person. I swear they think I’ve got electro-ice beams in my eyes.”
That got her laughing, which was a relief.
I’m still really disurbed by the whole thing. That should never happen to someone, especially a serious exchange student that’s got a boyfriend back home and was just loking for networking friendships. She’s not some booty-call and AUGH! Yuck. It’s not flattering. Crap like that makes girls feel disgusting, even if they didn’t do anything wrong.
It was a pretty good day, all things considered, and I know a lot more about Sannomiya nd Motomachi now.
If only I could find the nerd store…I know I saw one from the train.....
She took me to a Conveyor-belt sushi place she vaguly rememvered for dinner, which was super cheap. We both ate until we exploded. Somehow we managed to sit all the way at the end of the Sushi belt line, so unless we ordered something special we got all the sushi rejects. It was really busy; probably because we happened to go on the last night of golden week. It was still delicious, although we had a hard time finding out how to get back home from there.
Thurday May 7th
….I should not be in class today.
Who the crap makes holidays end on a Thurday? They couldn’t just keep going to cover Thursday and Friday so that we can have a nine-day thing going instead of a five-day, back for two days, weekend nonsense?
Lame.
Especially since I don’t have clas on Friday scince my teacher went to Hiroshima this week. I had to come back for ONE DAY? AUGH.
Friday, May 8th :
Not Kyoto.
We made plans to go to Kyoto on Friday because we still hadn’t gone and neither of us have class that. It’s probably better to have missed going golden week because it’d be stupid crowded, especially with school trips. So, it’s our evil plan to go Friday when school’s back in.
But no.
Ko ended up having a surprise seminar meeting that day that her teacher was kind enough to let her know about the day before.
Sunday, May 10th :
Also not Kyoto, but that’s my bad. And so was my mood.
Because of the whole ‘people like ditching things at the last minute without saying anything so I refuse to get prepared bright eyed and hopeful like an idiot at sunirise unless someone calls the day before letting me know we’re still doing our vague plans’, I assumed that the plans we’d made for Kyoto today to make up for Friday were null.
Oh but they weren’t.
Sometime around nine, when I was sleeping in because I’d stayed up until one hoping someone whould call to reaffirm the plans (this is the job of the person who broke the plans last time because they were surprise-busy) Ko started ringing my doorbell.
Whups.
Well, I ws totally unprepared, drooling on my monkey pillow. In fact, it would have probably taken me an hour to get ready Kyoto is far away, no one decided on this time in the first place, and I was cranky because I’d been woken up simultaneously by my obnoxious doorbell and Goku’s slightly more obnoxious voice from DBZ on T.V.
When Ko finally stopped harassing my doorbell and called my phone, I was like ‘No one called so I didn’t know we were actually doing this today. So now I cant’ come.” Which is what my still half asleep brain came up with when I wasn’t looking.
About an hour later, when I‘d finally come-to, I realized I totally should have just flown out the door, but then on second thought, I almost definitely would have been cranky all day, plus, because it’s so far away, a Sunday really wasn’t the best idea when we have classes bright and early tomorrow morning.
Oh snap.
Apologizing profusely tomorrow for being half-asleep is the probably the best bet, as well as setting a date when we’ll DEFINITELY go. YAY!
Kyoto will happen, and I’d like Rai to be there too, because Kiyomizudera is not all there is to one of my favorite cities ever.
Tuesday May 12th
BIKE GETTO!
Not ghetto. Get. WOO!!!!
Mr. Lyttle, the Evergreen teacher I hung out with during golden wekk, asked if I was planning on getting a bike, probably because while we were out last week I was complaining about the cost of transportation and expressing my confusion as to why the school is renting out an apartment a half hour away, causing us poor by definition college students to dish out $100 a month in Bus transportation with no automagic scholarship or finicial aid to students.
So he was like”….Well…..Want a bike?”
I was like, “If I could ride it at least three times a wekk, it would save me a ton of money.”
So he was like:
“Well….I can buy you one.”
“MUH???? O_O
Uh, bu…buh….ha….BIKE? For meeee?”
“Yeah, as Evergreen faculty, I’m embarrassed at the way we treat hardworking students sacrificing so much to come out here. We could at lest get you a bike.”
“Huh…buh….b-BIKE???? “(I’m eloquent)
“I also think I can get Evergreen to subsidize it. They’re actually conversing most of my living costs, and I think the bike would count. I can’t believe they do nothing to help the students.”
“BIKE! YES! Bike yes!!!” (reverted back to caveman)
We decided to meet after my Japanese lesson at three and pick one out at a place near the school. I get an orange one with a basket, rain guards, seven gears, and built in lock for about $100. It must have looked weird to the Salseman for some middle aged African American guy of very obvious no relation to me buying me a bike with an American Express card. I thought it was funny ^^.
All of my exchange student friends were like ‘Oh, I guess I never thought about it, but as long as you use it half the time it’ll save you a serious amount of money in like, two or three months.
Exactly, Diana thinks on the long term.
And It’s nice because I know the next guy coming so I can just leave him the keys in my mailbox or whatever, and message him on facebook about what it looks like (I’ll put a sticker on it or something) so I don’t have to worry about what will happen to it later.
Unlike Jack’s Giant mountain bike (Which disappeared somewhere) I helped him get last year, it’s gender neutral and not ginormous so it’d probably be good for almost anyone.
Thank you Mr. Lyttle! The ride home was awesome.
In my Japanese Lesson, my usual tutor had a cold so my teacher (Matsuda) who’s office it is that we intrude every week helped me for an hour before getting back to work.
I was super stoked ‘cause my sentence particles were all totally right for the first time ever! It helps that it was the first time they were explainesd in a way that makes sense ^^
Although my tutor is a really nice lady, I think Matsuda is a better teacher-match for me. I can understand her better and I’m more comfortable around her.
I think the Tutor lady would be bored otherwise, so I won’t say anything. It must be tough to be retired. I’m sure she loves teaching and it’s gotta be hard not to have an excuse to do what you love that often.
Later at home I turn to my only distraction from roaring bike gangs outside, T.V.
I’m watching about the strangest PR thing about a black dude going around on the Osaka loop line accosting people about Ketsumeishi.
He’s apparently lived in Japan for Five years. His name is Aaron Walker, of Music Japan T.V.
How informative.
Ketsumeishi is a Popular Osaka band with two M.C’s and two singers, all pretty good lookin. If you like bald dudes.
Anyway, they’re a band I’ve liked for a while. It’s a nice pop-rock-rap thing going on. They have seriously good mixers.
Anyway, so Mr. Aaron Walker of Music Japan T.V. is asking people (In English, even though I’m reasonably sure he speaks Japanese) about why they like Ketsumeishi.
Weird.
Because Japan’s a relatively small country almost entirely connected by the same seven T.V. Channels, half of which are various spawn of the NHK, everyone is exposed to the same media, which means they’ve all heard of Ketsumeishi.
Oh, except the white guy he asked, who was sulking around Osaka Catsle and just looked annoyed (Ask MEEEE, I was there last week. I love Kestumeishi! I'll even tell you what song I like most! We’re not all ignorant samurai idolizing Naruto raving backpack toting sunglass wearing frothing fanboys!)
Gee Diana, Tell them what you really think of American Toursits….
Tsuruhashi is apparently a place on the Osaka loop line a vibrant Korean population and yummy food. Good to know.