I woke up at half past six in the morning. Anyone who knows my sleeping habits, probably also knows that this kind of early “morning” is not my style. I brew myself a coffee, of my new one, Gold coast (i’ll write about it later), had cereal for breakfast and left a bit early. I had to pick up a few stuff Sasaki senpai forgot in the club lockers, also to take some money from an atm, but i was still well in time. At least until Oofuna. Fujisawa open (japanese pdf), as the name suggests, was one more station further, in Fujisawa. But i was reading (still Twilight), and got off at the wrong station. Of course the name of the station was written nowhere where i could see it in time, so i was already twenty minutes late when i realised my mistake thanks to the senpais looking for me—one station away, where i thought i’d be. But it got worse. I rushed to the platform and got on the first train—which happened to be a special express (just my luck), meaning the next station it stopped was not Fujisawa, but Odawara. I was kind of in a panic, then lethargy, especially when i saw Mt Fuji nearing closer and closer from the windows—that meant i’m getting very far from where i should be. Lucky me, trains in Japan go faster, than at home. (Check on a map, where these stations are, Google or Yahoo, and you’ll get the idea.)
Shopping
Today i went shopping. Originally i only wanted to buy myself coffee (Starbucks again, i’m being globalised), bread and maybe cornflakes, but ended up with so much stuff that it took quite an effort to carry them all home. I went to Sengawa, because i found out there’s a Starbucks there, so i checked—will write about my experiences later. Of course got my coffee, and then i went for the food (i saw a Seiyu on the way, there). I stumbled upon a place where they were selling everything under the cheapest price i’ve seen so far, so i got loads of fruit and a few veggies, meat and fish. But the bread was double the Seiyu price, so i went over there too—and ended up with bread, cornflakes, curry. And a heater. It was so cheap (under 1500 yen) that i couldn’t leave it there. It’s just perfect for my feet under the table as i’m sitting at my computer. I’ve also checked a phone shop, the iPhone offers are way more tempting than they ever were, and i’ve also seen a shoe store where they were selling my kind of shoes for 3-4000 yen (Vans, Converse, Adidas, Nike). Will have to go there back once. Somehow Sengawa seemed very lively and young to me, although it’s definitely suburbia just one street behind the station. The prices show that too. But ah, i so understand the old japanese farts stalking high-school girls. They are hot. (Of course, it means that there are plenty hot ones, but it sounds better this way.)
A little soul
A little soul by ~Mis-shaped is the second in The Series, and not the last for sure. To look at the picture, and sure it’s worth looking at, for innumerably many reasons, among which are a cute pose, a beautiful girl, big headphones, blonde, the eyes, the legs, and of course the socks, i have to add, different colored, one huge plus point, but both are… well, just see.
Jetlag
I’m here. I just woke up. It would be normal for home, but there’s eight hours of time difference, meaning it’s way past 3 pm already. And i can’t say i’m all cheery about that, becaue i wanted to study now. I have roughly three chapters of kanji homework to do, which is not all that difficult, but i want to take my time and review at least some of the last trimester. I also wanted to go shopping for food, because naturally after this much of ingredients, except for meat (frozen), lettuce (didn’t rot, to my greatest surprise) and olives (unopened) and the tons of various spices i had or brought from home. (Now that i wrote it down, this seems to be enough for one or two lunch.) Naturally i also have a reason, other than being jetlagged and hardly have slept any for the past three days, for waking up so late, that is that i went to bed at three (ante meridiem). We were talking, chatting, jabbering, catching up and stuff. And of course today, when i’m finally here, the sun’s not shining, and i managed not to wake up on my phone alarm (it’s still the same from the home freshmen camp, shouted by Vestator), which is quite loud, so to say. I don’t know if i woke up, walked across my luggages to my phone in the other end of the room (that would be the point, so that i couldn’t stop it quick enough and i’d wake up), or just my sleep was so deep that i didn’t bother. Whatever, now’s the time to activate myself with a coffee (it smells so similar to my mom’s) and “breakfast”. And study. Really.
Rainbows
It’s been a while since i last posted, sorry, reblogged (i’ve to keep up with trends) a deviantArt picture, but when else, if not the start of my sockseries would be a better time? So here goes the first one (selected as first by the php random function), rainbow legs by ~missbecca. The colours are intense, the lines and forms are intense, the position is as perfect as could be…
But do i really need to write all this? Just watch and see and love.
Stripes and legs and stockings and girls
I had a note in my phone for a very long time, to remind me to write about a topic. I was reminded of it again, when someone commented on my favourite Maximum the Hormone song‘s Guitar Hero video, saying it’s “the best thing since women’s striped stockings”. Others say “striped socks turn me on”. I can’t help but agree… (I guess everyone has these “knacks”, and here i go coming out.) I browsed around deviantArt, and made a little collection of “instant love” pictures of the kind. For others interested in these most very delightful of women-wear, there is a specialised club on dA with a really nice (though naturally incomplete) collection. My collection is a bit in contrast with what i wrote about in the previous post–these pictures include most (probably all) of the possible positions to take photos of legs, and all are great. All. Period. I’m seriously considering posting each and every one of them on the blog just for the sake of it. At least then i would have the proper space and time to detail them, which of course i would love to do. Also, while browsing, i stumbled upon two more photos, which caught me. I guess way too many people would debate about one of them (and you know which one), to what i could only say that it has all needed. Who knows, maybe you’ll see more about those too later on. じゃね～
A rant
Now before the good parts i write about the bad, so that i could focus clearly on the beauty in the next post. It won’t stay secret for a long what it’s about–you can already check it out. To gather “material”, i was browsing deviantArt, and realised two (as for me) annoying kind of pictures. They are not annoying in the common sense, i just lack a better word. First are upside down pictures of a girl (typical example included). They usually seem really good. One is almost hesitating to click the favourite button, but just hesitate a bit longer. There are two choices: click that button, because the pic as it is probably worth it. Or you could give a try, and rotate it. A whole different world. Usually it’s not that much of a nice picture. Rather ordinary, or in many cases, the model is plain ugly. I couldn’t really believe my eyes when i first desecrated a photo like that, but that hundred eighty degrees of rotation can do wonders indeed.
The other one is related to socks’ or stockings’ photos. It’s probably only me, judging simply from the massive amount of such pictures, but i can’t stand photos from top. As seen in any example, these photos are (probably) taken by the girl herself (i at least very much hope that guys are not shooting such photos). The legs are in a few certain positions, probably considered very sexy, but from this angle, to me it’s just creepy. My idea of such photos is that the feet are closer to the camera or taken from the side. But not from the top. Never. Okay, hardly ever. There are counter-examples as well, but then those are simply breathtaking.
Artemis Fowl and the Opal deception
First impression: nice cover (see full post for pic). Second impression: why the heck do all books in series (see Harry Potters) have to have “Something and the Somethingy Something” (or in the case of HP “and the Something of Something”) titles? It’s a bit… cliché. Anyway. My brother wanted to borrow this fourth instalment of the Artemis Fowl series, and i decided that since i’ll be a bit overpacked (as usual) on my return to Japan in hardly more than just week, why not read it and let him borrow. So i did. It really felt good to be able to read two books in an afternoon, after the disillusionment of a mere hundred pages from Twilight in japanese during my lengthy travel home. Two, because i read the Arctic incident as well (second of the Fowl series), which i couldn’t really remember (though i surely read it sometime earlier). I had no problem remembering the first one, and i could more or less recall the Eternity code one (read it in english years ago). Now looking back, all the books have kind of the same structure, much like the Potters (not comparing qualities, different genre, just structures).
My blue
I’ve no idea what i was doing there, but all those strange and really ancient looking animals seemed peaceful. Well, maybe except for the blue tiger, or panther, or whatever, looking like a sabretooth. I decided to settle down near a creature looking like a rhino, sleeping-resting on a bit of an elevated platform. I sat down at the edge of the platform, looking at the animals walking around at our and at a lower level. I could again see the big blue cat moving smooth and gentle on the slope to our level. As it disappeared back from my peripheral vision, i decided not to be afraid just look and wonder at the beauty around me. After a while i could feel something coming close from behind, then suddenly i could feel the weight and see the blue beauty of two huge paws on my shoulders. There was no hostility in her and my fear was gone in an instant. She whispered something in my ears, and i could feel her changing into something more humanoid, though with a still feline form, with long blue hair. She hugged me and i woke up.
I was walking in a dark corridor of a familiar building, at least i felt it was familiar, although i couldn’t recall where or how i knew it. Two little cats accompanied me. Both looked exactly like my idea of The Cat, and were really nice and helpful. That was when my six years’ collection of National Geographic magazines decided to fall off the shelf. I didn’t fall asleep again.
Preparations
I thought i was all ready, with all the presents and everything, and it turned out not to be so. I couldn’t buy any dvds today, which i’d have used to back up a few anime series from my home desktop computer to watch later, but of course in this great city no double-layer discs are available. Also, one of my presents just isn’t right anymore, due to a change… well, a change. And my present creativity has already reached the bottom line, meaning i have no usable ideas, at all—hardly any to begin with, just it’s easier to go random shopping in Shibuya with all the shops around, than in a small town with nothing just post-communist remains.
But it will be just all right. Or more than all right, hopefully much better than i had imagined before coming home. I was prepared for what i was not in the summer, that friends from Japan are facing for the first time.
Story. On saturday when i was running around with Sors in the capital, somehow we managed to stumble into two foreigner groups at the very same underground station (unintentionally). The (ticket)controllers (?), with their almost-japanese level of english knowledge couldn’t really help neither the philippino nor the bulgarian people. Latter were pretty surprised when i greeted them with (kind of) the only phrase i know in their language…
