Saturday, July 02, 2005
...america is depressing...
Argh. I don't like it here. Japan story:
On our last night, we were in Tokyo in the Kobokan, and they gave us a kinda american style meal -- some sort of meatloaf/hamburgery thing, but also a plate of rice. And they gave us a fork and knife. And I had stayed up all night and been travelling all day so I was about to collapse, and I kept thinking "there is something so wrong here". At some point someone else just said "HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO EAT RICE WITH A FORK!?!?!"
It was so sad.
I miss hashi that break nicely for me.
I miss tatami.
I miss nihongo de hanashiteitara, hitobito ga wakaru.
I want to say "shitagi" or "uchuujin" and people to be impressed with my wide vocabulary.
I miss sitting in Tokyo, sweating, and drinking juusu.
mo posted at 8:00 PM.
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