I’ve seen ads on the train promoting a (somewhat) impressionist exhibition in the Setagaya Museum of Arts. The collection from the Boston Museum of Fine Arts can be seen in Tokyo in the summer, then it’s gonna be put on exhibit in Osaka for the fall and Nagoya during the winter.
Last year I wasn’t really paying attention to anything music, so I must admit I didn’t realize that Helloween released a new album. While Straight From Hell didn’t impress me much at first, it’s by no means bad.
When you work 10-10 every weekday, then instead of spending the weekend lazily couchsurfing your own couch, you’ll find yourself trying to come up with something for those two days to live. At least that’s how it works for me.
It goes just as I expected, as much as I hate to say that. What we know for sure is that someone shot down a Malaysian passenger plane over east Ukraine using a surface-to-air missile. Thing is, whoever did it, they could never admit it.
While I was looking for a job back last year, I had one big problem: I had no idea how much people actually earn. Even if I asked people I knew from the university or encountered during my “internships”, or at jobhunting events, they’d just give evasive answers and refuse to tell.
I decided to return to sports starting this week. No big deal, just jogging every morning and going to the gym to work out on the weekends.
Yesterday I went downtown Tokyo to see an impressionist exhibition from the Orsay in the National Art Center.
After an eventful day I had my well-deserved (small) can of beer a few hours ago, and as beer usually does, it made me pee every ten minutes. I didn’t have any time to spare so I asked the internet why that happens.
My Japanese vocabulary is painfully lacking when it comes to vulgarities. It’s true that in everyday life, Japanese swear very little, and even most of what would be considered swearing if translated to English is considered just barely worse than normal.
The other day I had dinner out with some colleagues, and I just picked the offer of the day, which turned out to be sweet and sour pork. I liked it so much that I decided that once I run out of chicken (which happened yesterday), I’ll try making some myself (sweet and sour pork, not chicken). Managed to squeeze it today in my lunch break (I didn’t cook it in the morning, because for one, I’m a lazy bastard who always wakes up way too late, and two, I wanted it fresh for the first time, not after cooling in my kitchen how hours).
