おなかも心もハングリーのあなたへ

Translation of the title:

To you, the person with the hungry stomach and a hungry soul.

Anyway, that's literally what it means. If you're hungry, and your soul is too; join me, and run away with me...

Grammar class is definitely worth skipping for................

Banpaku Kinen Koen (万博記念公園) in Osaka!


The leaves are beginning to turn red.








I love this lonesome tree. Solitude is beautiful.






The Great Keiko.

Anyway, nothing beats skipping classes. I feel good!

And forget not, boys and girls... Trees make you healthy!


p.s. About my greatest adventure (to date), its still in progress, so stay tuned!

I think I ate too much ginger.

As copied from my trusty notebook........

As I am writing to you now, I am sitting in a train station, sweating, facial moisturizer melting on me, my glasses fogging up, catching up my breath from the torture of a long walk from my dorm up in the hills to this tiny little train station. Its a daily migration, if it could be called as such.

There, I have emphasized on how hot I was. Well, "hot" can be interpreted in both ways, "hot" as in temperature-related hot and "hot" as in that babe is hot. Well, I meant temperature "hot".

Wearing a tank top only on the 23rd October morning had me sub-consciously and unknowingly sending out signals to two random ojisans (old men), whom on separate occasions in a span of 10 minutes offered me a "samukunai ka?"(s) which means "aren't you cold?" followed by a loud sneer. Or.. was it a look of genuine surprise and genuine concern?

What's with the smirk then?!

Fashionable japanese girls and boys around me are now already decked head-to-toe with high boots, wooly sweaters, mufflers and the works and the mercury has not even dipped that low yet. The mornings and afternoons are still sunny.

Dearest ojisan, thanks but no thanks.

Nihonjins dress according to the calendar, and me, oblivious to that and depending on my non-impaired intuition and my logic, now appear totally "non-linear" in the land called Japan.

Wanting to get some revenge, I will have to wait until next summer, in the height of the heat in August, ask some japanese old ladies, whom when its as hot as it could ever be possible, still manage to don a t-shirt, a sweater, hats and of course, GLOVES to match. Are you really that cold? Atsukunai ka? Its a strange, strange world.....

Either it's them, or it's my "flawed" south-east asian genetic makeup..............

Or maybe..... I ate too much ginger.



p.s. Sorry for the long silence. As for the post on my greatest adventure (up to now), I am now diligently uploading them pics into photobucket, and will be ready to meet you all, after I have drafted some decent text to go with them.

p.s.s. Chinese food makes you strong!