coincidences's ^ ^
Nightie Look what I bought for 50 yen at the Grabbeltisch. ^ _ ~
What can it be? * Gg *
Nen scanner yes or do you have? Then we have the images in the header Detectives Club finally in better quality, if you're still interested. ^ ^
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Tiffany Grannath Husband
zanagi @ 2006-05-23T15: 42:00
Ahh, life in Japan is demanding. In social terms, I mean. Japanese have always something to do with whatever I do mean ALWAYS except when they sleep at night (hopefully). It's unbelievable. It really gets the impression that you are not normal times when you have not scheduled a half day for social activities such as club meetings, job, college, parties, meeting friends and whatever falls even lower. Japanese students go to college in the morning and come home at night. And now it's just me. If I have no education degree, I am writing all day at SMS, rushing from one appointment to lunch (with someone I barely know) for making the university's circle for which I am interested in (which I promptly 20 new people are presented), if I can luck an hour left before the Internet got people overflowing computer room, before I make my way to the "interview" for a possible second job, and then again after probably dragged along to a party somewhere to be. When I come home exhausted, my apartment door shut behind me and think I can breathe again because I'm finally surrounded by dozens of people not even announces my phone a text message to me again after another.
And so we come to the part that really bugs me is extreme: Japanese must always confirm each other that they had fun with whatever you've done together. If I give someone my phone number I can be sure that we've barely passed each other a text message comes in is assured me again how "tanoshikatta" the common experience was, I am asked whether I had fun and that we should again soon what to do together. I find that on the one hand really awfully nice and attentive. But when I finally have some time to relax and have me a little with M-chan to talk (which we do not spend all day), I just do not want to write half a dozen futile SMS with more or less the same content. It's like homework. * Sigh *
What I still can handle very poorly is the fact that you get constant compliments from all sides (especially girls). Excerpt from any conversation:
Girl: You're so pretty.
I (slept with shaggy hair, embarrassed): No, no, not me.
girl: Your skin is white, so beautiful. Kireiiii!
I: In Germany it's cool when you're tanned.
girl: What real? * Stalin * Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: No, I have no friend.
girl: What? Why not? You're determined popular with boys.
Me: No, I'm not! And friends are too demanding.
And that is then repeated with every girl who sat down with us at the table while I was impatient with a red face, waiting for us as soon as possible all the mandatory Komplimentiererei behind us and finally we begin to entertain.
Do not get me wrong. I enjoy life here really great fun and I think it's great as are all committed to us, it's just terribly strenuous. I can not really relax when I'm surrounded by a bunch of more or less alien faces. I am someone who takes time for themselves and I get to know people better, individually or in small groups. Then I remember at least the chance to me their names and faces. ^ ^; Well, maybe I'm not used to so much turmoil simple. I'll get used to it (have to).
Ahh, life in Japan is demanding. In social terms, I mean. Japanese have always something to do with whatever I do mean ALWAYS except when they sleep at night (hopefully). It's unbelievable. It really gets the impression that you are not normal times when you have not scheduled a half day for social activities such as club meetings, job, college, parties, meeting friends and whatever falls even lower. Japanese students go to college in the morning and come home at night. And now it's just me. If I have no education degree, I am writing all day at SMS, rushing from one appointment to lunch (with someone I barely know) for making the university's circle for which I am interested in (which I promptly 20 new people are presented), if I can luck an hour left before the Internet got people overflowing computer room, before I make my way to the "interview" for a possible second job, and then again after probably dragged along to a party somewhere to be. When I come home exhausted, my apartment door shut behind me and think I can breathe again because I'm finally surrounded by dozens of people not even announces my phone a text message to me again after another.
And so we come to the part that really bugs me is extreme: Japanese must always confirm each other that they had fun with whatever you've done together. If I give someone my phone number I can be sure that we've barely passed each other a text message comes in is assured me again how "tanoshikatta" the common experience was, I am asked whether I had fun and that we should again soon what to do together. I find that on the one hand really awfully nice and attentive. But when I finally have some time to relax and have me a little with M-chan to talk (which we do not spend all day), I just do not want to write half a dozen futile SMS with more or less the same content. It's like homework. * Sigh *
What I still can handle very poorly is the fact that you get constant compliments from all sides (especially girls). Excerpt from any conversation:
Girl: You're so pretty.
I (slept with shaggy hair, embarrassed): No, no, not me.
girl: Your skin is white, so beautiful. Kireiiii!
I: In Germany it's cool when you're tanned.
girl: What real? * Stalin * Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: No, I have no friend.
girl: What? Why not? You're determined popular with boys.
Me: No, I'm not! And friends are too demanding.
And that is then repeated with every girl who sat down with us at the table while I was impatient with a red face, waiting for us as soon as possible all the mandatory Komplimentiererei behind us and finally we begin to entertain.
Do not get me wrong. I enjoy life here really great fun and I think it's great as are all committed to us, it's just terribly strenuous. I can not really relax when I'm surrounded by a bunch of more or less alien faces. I am someone who takes time for themselves and I get to know people better, individually or in small groups. Then I remember at least the chance to me their names and faces. ^ ^; Well, maybe I'm not used to so much turmoil simple. I'll get used to it (have to).
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Best Activity Centre Baby
by mountains and manga shops
Last weekend I am for the first time in my life at a Mountain climbing. Takaosan called himself and was only 600 meters of the best, but BOAH was exhausting!
I'm still hurt the bottom. That day also happened to such a small meeting took place for mountain lovers there (more a kind of competition) and it was full of pensioners. It was embarrassing to be suspended and which continuously "Ganbatte ne!" and "You've's almost done!" called out to get. ^ ^; Japanese retirees have really something on the box! I have no idea how that are up there come so easily. The ground was terribly slippery, because it is currently raining and it went really permanently in parts really steep hill. Definitely not the way that I would hunt up my grandma. T-chan (the Indonesian girl, with whom I was traveling) and I have geschnauft without end. The view from the summit was of course great, and I break down some beautiful temples and shrines seen. But the descent (which I had imagined in my child's innocence) was almost worse than the climb! OO I have so hurt the knee and in some places the road was so narrow that we were really afraid to crash if we had slipped. In the end my legs were shaking with every step from exhaustion. The feeling I did not know until then! Anyway, I'm so lost all self confidence to get up the Fuji ever (at least not without training). . _.
Oh, and when we finally were back down, we had exactly the path out to the other side of the mountain and we were exhausted as we were running a full hour to the next station. -__-
And yesterday I sat down with a friend taken from the Internet, which now for 7 months or so studying in Japan. She has shown me some great anime and manga shops in Ikebukuro, after we had half an hour around erring on the Shinjuku train station but found it at last. Do you know the feeling of going to a store once to look around and think, "Okay, I'll take everything!"? How it happened to me, anyway. Especially when I stood before the bookcase with the BL drama CDs. *____* I was so confused by all the Bishis on the covers that I know the name of the author of Ao no Kiseki no longer occurred to one of the few series that I definitely want to necessarily original CD. So I had the whole rack rummaging through until I accidentally found one of the CDs. I just wanted to jump on the spot in the circle of sheer luck! * Gg * And all the merchandise! And for some Doujinshi 100/200 yen! send me money! '______'
Last weekend I am for the first time in my life at a Mountain climbing. Takaosan called himself and was only 600 meters of the best, but BOAH was exhausting!
I'm still hurt the bottom. That day also happened to such a small meeting took place for mountain lovers there (more a kind of competition) and it was full of pensioners. It was embarrassing to be suspended and which continuously "Ganbatte ne!" and "You've's almost done!" called out to get. ^ ^; Japanese retirees have really something on the box! I have no idea how that are up there come so easily. The ground was terribly slippery, because it is currently raining and it went really permanently in parts really steep hill. Definitely not the way that I would hunt up my grandma. T-chan (the Indonesian girl, with whom I was traveling) and I have geschnauft without end. The view from the summit was of course great, and I break down some beautiful temples and shrines seen. But the descent (which I had imagined in my child's innocence) was almost worse than the climb! OO I have so hurt the knee and in some places the road was so narrow that we were really afraid to crash if we had slipped. In the end my legs were shaking with every step from exhaustion. The feeling I did not know until then! Anyway, I'm so lost all self confidence to get up the Fuji ever (at least not without training). . _.
Oh, and when we finally were back down, we had exactly the path out to the other side of the mountain and we were exhausted as we were running a full hour to the next station. -__-
And yesterday I sat down with a friend taken from the Internet, which now for 7 months or so studying in Japan. She has shown me some great anime and manga shops in Ikebukuro, after we had half an hour around erring on the Shinjuku train station but found it at last. Do you know the feeling of going to a store once to look around and think, "Okay, I'll take everything!"? How it happened to me, anyway. Especially when I stood before the bookcase with the BL drama CDs. *____* I was so confused by all the Bishis on the covers that I know the name of the author of Ao no Kiseki no longer occurred to one of the few series that I definitely want to necessarily original CD. So I had the whole rack rummaging through until I accidentally found one of the CDs. I just wanted to jump on the spot in the circle of sheer luck! * Gg * And all the merchandise! And for some Doujinshi 100/200 yen! send me money! '______'
Tuesday, May 9, 2006
Wedding Decoration For Bed
Tadaima ~ (Golden Week Part 1)
Sun, Golden Week is over and the day is come upon us again. Now I know that is how Japan looks like in a state of emergency.
I'm duck against all good intentions but with a few other exchange students went to Kamakura to see a few temples. Finally, I've been here, I'm not seen much of traditional Japan and Kamakura is close enough to Tokyo for a day trip. So we are in the morning set off in beautiful weather (the Golden Week has been really lives up to its name) and were two hours later at the station in Kamakura. The train was full and although we had most of the time but are as bad as I had feared was not. The crowd waited until right at the station in Kamakura on us, where were stupid as the worst possible time throughout the year, the ticket machines failed, meaning that collect a few station guards the tickets of people by hand Had to order this runterdurften from the platform.
some point we had finally managed well until the railway station and the crowd broke up a little. And before I begin now to you with the details of the temple visit, bored, here is the short version: According to guide is available in Kamakura 70irgendwas temple. Usually rattles the average tourist as much as how learn in it can, which means also that he sometimes just somewhere to the input and then distributed by the outside shooting a photo or perhaps pay even more to the gift shop a visit before joining the nearest temple opens. We were 12 hours on the road and were looking at exactly a temple. We have identified some Minimum record broken. Well, ol Daibutsu (big Buddha statue), we have made it. We even paid the 20 yen to go inside, we ensure that there is to see nothing inside (which is why it was so so cheap) and then go out again and to say: Yes, we were also IM Daibutsu. ... When would this make any difference. ^ ^; We have not very often been queuing on the day to see NOTHING. Even before some ominous hole in a rock wall, in which every once stuck his head, either on-whatever-done or has amazed as we are with a shrug and "Mon nani nai" moved on to the next line.
We have twice ate great. Noon Ramen (which we had to wait a full half hour because grad in the tiny restaurant is no place for 10 people at one time was, I got straight in my childhood felt back) and evening Okonomiyaki (not that we were hungry, we were all still tired from the more than ample lunch and were just looking for an ice cream, but the store we had been recommended).
And the sharpest, but that we actually a girl from our Berlin university is run across (unfortunately like M-chan and I do not particularly what is presumably based on reciprocity) was. The world is just too small.
All in all it was a great day, though terribly strenuous. The Temple (whose name I have unfortunately already forgotten ... it was Engakuji?) Was beautiful and every corner of the Free blossomed flowers. *___*
have only on the way back, I cursed at every stop all this stupid train passengers who wanted to get off just not while I'm half dead on any handle to go and nothing else in mind than to somehow come to a seat. Well, shit happens .... and indeed in this case twice. ^ ^;
Well, now makes this stupid computer lab and I have not managed to write you a Kommi for your Fic, Nightie. Sorry, I I hope to come tomorrow. m (_ _) m
Sun, Golden Week is over and the day is come upon us again. Now I know that is how Japan looks like in a state of emergency.
I'm duck against all good intentions but with a few other exchange students went to Kamakura to see a few temples. Finally, I've been here, I'm not seen much of traditional Japan and Kamakura is close enough to Tokyo for a day trip. So we are in the morning set off in beautiful weather (the Golden Week has been really lives up to its name) and were two hours later at the station in Kamakura. The train was full and although we had most of the time but are as bad as I had feared was not. The crowd waited until right at the station in Kamakura on us, where were stupid as the worst possible time throughout the year, the ticket machines failed, meaning that collect a few station guards the tickets of people by hand Had to order this runterdurften from the platform.
some point we had finally managed well until the railway station and the crowd broke up a little. And before I begin now to you with the details of the temple visit, bored, here is the short version: According to guide is available in Kamakura 70irgendwas temple. Usually rattles the average tourist as much as how learn in it can, which means also that he sometimes just somewhere to the input and then distributed by the outside shooting a photo or perhaps pay even more to the gift shop a visit before joining the nearest temple opens. We were 12 hours on the road and were looking at exactly a temple. We have identified some Minimum record broken. Well, ol Daibutsu (big Buddha statue), we have made it. We even paid the 20 yen to go inside, we ensure that there is to see nothing inside (which is why it was so so cheap) and then go out again and to say: Yes, we were also IM Daibutsu. ... When would this make any difference. ^ ^; We have not very often been queuing on the day to see NOTHING. Even before some ominous hole in a rock wall, in which every once stuck his head, either on-whatever-done or has amazed as we are with a shrug and "Mon nani nai" moved on to the next line.
We have twice ate great. Noon Ramen (which we had to wait a full half hour because grad in the tiny restaurant is no place for 10 people at one time was, I got straight in my childhood felt back) and evening Okonomiyaki (not that we were hungry, we were all still tired from the more than ample lunch and were just looking for an ice cream, but the store we had been recommended).
And the sharpest, but that we actually a girl from our Berlin university is run across (unfortunately like M-chan and I do not particularly what is presumably based on reciprocity) was. The world is just too small.
All in all it was a great day, though terribly strenuous. The Temple (whose name I have unfortunately already forgotten ... it was Engakuji?) Was beautiful and every corner of the Free blossomed flowers. *___*
have only on the way back, I cursed at every stop all this stupid train passengers who wanted to get off just not while I'm half dead on any handle to go and nothing else in mind than to somehow come to a seat. Well, shit happens .... and indeed in this case twice. ^ ^;
Well, now makes this stupid computer lab and I have not managed to write you a Kommi for your Fic, Nightie. Sorry, I I hope to come tomorrow. m (_ _) m
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