So here I am, writing, after just making a whatever-they-call-it on Facebook stating I wouldn't.
But then again, it's Facebook, so who gives a damn? (I don't, if you were asking).
However, to stay true to the post title (for the first time since ever), I will turn a statement from my prior post into a lie, namely the one where I promise to write about my first school day and so on. That was a lie, haha, fat chance.
Instead I will talk about random things I actually feel like writing about.
I've managed to successfully connect my (old) mobile phone into the laptop, and therefore once again gaining the ability to charge it (I haven't had access to an adapter since my roommate left my last host family). So I can listen to my wonderful library of music (according to my own singular opinion, because I am so sickeningly politically correct).
One of those songs in question happens to be a little tune called Moonsong, I've listened to it a lot during my stay here, and even coined a new catchphrase of mine: "Shut up, I'm listening to Moonsong dammit."
Of course I have never let that phrase be uttered by my own lips, but I say it in my mind whenever I deem it appropriate (the appropriate time usually ends up being while I'm listening to Moonsong, for some reason).
Talking about Moonsong, play Cave Story and get a free pass to be my third best friend (first place occupied by the coolest guy ever, dude. Second place reserved for any random Japanese person I hope to end up befriending during my stay).
And now for something entirely else.
Tuesday 08/09/2009
So right now I'm in English class, having nothing to do since the today's lesson is about learning the names of different body parts (I've known those words since... Fourth grade?), anyway the English teacher is really nice and he let me write in my diary during the lesson.
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The guy next to me just asked if I could help him (cheat) with a few words. I did (and I'll probably go to hell for it). But wouldn't it be fun if the teacher happened to read this? (he's walking around between the desks) That would be interesting.
Spoiler: He didn't.
Today I had Geography class for the first time (I barely understood a single thing) and the teacher was happy to point out that today is the ninth of the ninth o-nine, fun fact.
Thinking about it, next year just won't be the same (the tenth of the tenth year ten just doesn't work out for me). However, in two years time we'll have the eleventh of the eleventh year eleven. Awesome!
Actually, my entry written during English class was longer, but from that point on I wrote about my first day of school. And by writing that in my blog now, I would turn my statement about my prior blog post being a lie into a lie. But that would actually make sense, since this post is named "Liar Liar", implying that I'd lie twice.
But that would be too easy, Since I bet you considered the possibility "maybe he's lying about lying" when you started reading this post, didn't you?
So I'll stop writing now.
...
.....
Are they gone?
Good, that mindless drabbling ought to have scared of all the weak-minded individuals reading this.
If you hadn't thought about it enough, you wouldn't have realized that if I lied about lying, that would make the first statement a truth, effectively making the number of total lies in this post one. I needed to lie once more to increase the number to two, allowing me to do this:
Tuesday 08/09/2009
I guess this is the entry where I write about school, I've delayed it long enough already (there is an awesome word for doing so, but a certain individual connected to the blog used it recently and I don't want to seem like a copycat).
So, on the Tuesday one week ago, I went to to school in the morning. It was the first time I'd walked from the station to the school (we'd taken a taxi the day before because of the rain), so I had reason to be nervous. But anything named nervousness quickly left my heart when I noticed I could just follow the stream of students, all moving in one general direction.
After arriving at the school 40 minutes early, I ended up waiting in the cafeteria for a period of time (namely 40 minutes), but it was alright. I was quite content just watching the many different students passing by, or I could turn my head towards the window facing the courtyard, where the dancing club seemingly celebrated their post-summer reunion with a dance-off (it was rad).
Though I was slightly embarrassed when they just kept stopping and giggling every time they noticed I was watching (I ended up being sneaky by turning my head the other way, looking at the window on the opposite side of the room, where their reflection was crystal clear, a perfect target for my gaze without them noticing).
Time went on and then I eventually got to meet the other exchange students.
First off there is Truls, from Norway.
He looks like what you would think of if I told you to imagine a cool Norwegian teenager. I'm pretty sure he'll be very popular. He's a nice guy too (which just adds to the popularity, I assume), though he's a bit hard to talk to. Our conversations tend to silently die after a few minutes, but that will probably fix itself in due time.
The other exchange student is Amanda, from Germany.
Apparently she is a friend of Louise (or was it Louisa? Sorry if I remembered your name incorrectly) from my 3-week camp. Amanda is also a rather friendly person, so we get along. An interesting fact; her German school is actually the sister school of Myojo (my school) and therefore almost everything is paid for her by her school, nice.
After joining up with Truls and Amanda, we went to the staff room to introduce ourselves to the teachers (second time for me). After doing that with little to no drama (unless you count slight stuttering as drama), we continued onwards to the English department. It's kind of our base of operations here at the school. There we got to meet Ise-sensei, the teacher responsible for us (kind guy, sounds funny when he speaks English) and Anthony ( "-sensei" not necessary), the American English teacher (funny, has awesome pink pimp glasses).
Whoops. English class is over now, I'm off to the library.
And that is all for tonight (today for most of you). If you consider the fact that this was just about the first hour of the first day and it still took me 45 minutes to transcribe it from my notebook, you might be able to understand why I've procrastinated (see what I did there?) the whole "write about school"-thing for so long.
Oh, and if anyone of you is still not confused/distracted enough already, please make an attempt to analyze my text and count all the lies. You may also be amazed by my astounding use of my vocabulary in this post. I feel really proud of myself for it.
Catch you some other time, Pokémon.
onsdag 9 september 2009
måndag 7 september 2009
Summon More Ziggurats
Today I got Swedish pancakes for dinner, my host family really is the best. It really is too bad that I will have to leave them next Saturday.
I think I'll describe my host family in greater detail right now and go with the school stuff later, it'll be easier for me then.
My host mother is a nice lady in her late thirties, she told me to call her Emiko-san, and not oka-san (she's too young to be my mother). Her English is far from perfect but just good enough to understand what I mean when my Japanese vocabulary doesn't last.
The father is rarely home, his job description was simply "office worker" on the family information sheet, and he is staying true to that stereotype. He does seem like a good guy too, judging from the few times I've met him.
Something I also must comment on is the area we live in.
You remember that time back in sixth grade when you were in the school library and supposed to do something but ended up looking in a book with pictures from the Japanese nature and were mindblown by the pictures of incredibly vegetated hills with clouds flowing down the valleys in between?
You do? Holy shit, get out of my memories!
Anyways. This place is just like that, built in a valley with green hills on the sides and clouds in between, it's awesome. I can't believe this place is actually part of Tokyo.
The home itself isn't bad at all either. It spans half of the first floor in a 3-story apartment, it's actually pretty roomy (however there are children's toys taking space everywhere, they must be more spoiled than Dudley in Harry Potter).
So my days here are pretty simple. Wake up at six, get up at 6.05 when the goddamn snoozer starts, Eat breakfast, usually egg with ketchup on it (okaaay...) and toast with jam (not homemade, not poisonous), take a shower, brush teeth, use the ill-sized "American" toilet (strange fact they don't tell you about Japan; the squares on the toilet paper are like half as thick as those back home, so you need to use twice as many squares as usual and try not to rip them apart while you pull it out of the dispenser, it's actually quite annoying), change from pajamas to real clothes, decide which T-shirt to use for the day (emotional black or daring red? hm...), get the bag and put on the hat, say "Ittekimaaaaasu~" and go out the door (remember to put shoes on beyond the shoeline before exiting) and head for the station, stand at the red light 1 minute later and curse your bad luck, arrive 3 minutes later at the station and use the awesome month-card (that was bought on the day of visiting school) that had only cost 7000 yen, take the second train for Tokyo (first one is always full), take a seat (preferably at the end of the row) and try to gain some makeshift sleep from the coma that always comes with the Japanese trains, come back to life when the words "Mitaka" are uttered from the speakers, squeeze out of the vehicle between the masses of people when the train arrives at Kichijouji (try saying that three times in a row), keep with the flow and start walking towards school, pass the Book Off to the left (there is a Book Off at the station near my school, thank you god), stand at the massive red light and then move towards the alley with all the weird stores and foreign restaurants (I want to try eating at "Der König" sometime), go down the stairs with broken steps, pass the vending machines and the place where all street performers hang out, start walking on the bridge, look at the huge fishes (like this big *arms held wide*), the swan boats, the pretty lake and keep an eye out for the turtle (live turtles are awesome by default), get to the stairs with the far too wide steps (you have to like, take one and a half step each time, it's a pain for the legs), go through the house area, pass under the black gate (it's massive and imposing), go into the alley to the right of the konbini, proceed towards the forest and walk through the trail there, watch what might be happening on the open area to the right (usually some kids running about), exit the forest and keep a straight line until the road is reached, pass the road and enter school, remember to ignore to use the disinfectant spray on hands (it stinks and nobody does it anyway), get to the locker located on the top floor on the other side of the school and leave stuff, hear the bell ring and do school stuff, when school is over, get home.
Oh, apparently they aren't simple at all.
Well I successfully avoided writing about school today too, next time, I promise.
Unless I make my promises like Sora (and therefore won't get back to you until about a year has passed... God I love Kingdom Hearts)
Be back tomorrow, I hope.
I think I'll describe my host family in greater detail right now and go with the school stuff later, it'll be easier for me then.
My host mother is a nice lady in her late thirties, she told me to call her Emiko-san, and not oka-san (she's too young to be my mother). Her English is far from perfect but just good enough to understand what I mean when my Japanese vocabulary doesn't last.
The father is rarely home, his job description was simply "office worker" on the family information sheet, and he is staying true to that stereotype. He does seem like a good guy too, judging from the few times I've met him.
Something I also must comment on is the area we live in.
You remember that time back in sixth grade when you were in the school library and supposed to do something but ended up looking in a book with pictures from the Japanese nature and were mindblown by the pictures of incredibly vegetated hills with clouds flowing down the valleys in between?
You do? Holy shit, get out of my memories!
Anyways. This place is just like that, built in a valley with green hills on the sides and clouds in between, it's awesome. I can't believe this place is actually part of Tokyo.
The home itself isn't bad at all either. It spans half of the first floor in a 3-story apartment, it's actually pretty roomy (however there are children's toys taking space everywhere, they must be more spoiled than Dudley in Harry Potter).
So my days here are pretty simple. Wake up at six, get up at 6.05 when the goddamn snoozer starts, Eat breakfast, usually egg with ketchup on it (okaaay...) and toast with jam (not homemade, not poisonous), take a shower, brush teeth, use the ill-sized "American" toilet (strange fact they don't tell you about Japan; the squares on the toilet paper are like half as thick as those back home, so you need to use twice as many squares as usual and try not to rip them apart while you pull it out of the dispenser, it's actually quite annoying), change from pajamas to real clothes, decide which T-shirt to use for the day (emotional black or daring red? hm...), get the bag and put on the hat, say "Ittekimaaaaasu~" and go out the door (remember to put shoes on beyond the shoeline before exiting) and head for the station, stand at the red light 1 minute later and curse your bad luck, arrive 3 minutes later at the station and use the awesome month-card (that was bought on the day of visiting school) that had only cost 7000 yen, take the second train for Tokyo (first one is always full), take a seat (preferably at the end of the row) and try to gain some makeshift sleep from the coma that always comes with the Japanese trains, come back to life when the words "Mitaka" are uttered from the speakers, squeeze out of the vehicle between the masses of people when the train arrives at Kichijouji (try saying that three times in a row), keep with the flow and start walking towards school, pass the Book Off to the left (there is a Book Off at the station near my school, thank you god), stand at the massive red light and then move towards the alley with all the weird stores and foreign restaurants (I want to try eating at "Der König" sometime), go down the stairs with broken steps, pass the vending machines and the place where all street performers hang out, start walking on the bridge, look at the huge fishes (like this big *arms held wide*), the swan boats, the pretty lake and keep an eye out for the turtle (live turtles are awesome by default), get to the stairs with the far too wide steps (you have to like, take one and a half step each time, it's a pain for the legs), go through the house area, pass under the black gate (it's massive and imposing), go into the alley to the right of the konbini, proceed towards the forest and walk through the trail there, watch what might be happening on the open area to the right (usually some kids running about), exit the forest and keep a straight line until the road is reached, pass the road and enter school, remember to ignore to use the disinfectant spray on hands (it stinks and nobody does it anyway), get to the locker located on the top floor on the other side of the school and leave stuff, hear the bell ring and do school stuff, when school is over, get home.
Oh, apparently they aren't simple at all.
Well I successfully avoided writing about school today too, next time, I promise.
Unless I make my promises like Sora (and therefore won't get back to you until about a year has passed... God I love Kingdom Hearts)
Be back tomorrow, I hope.
söndag 6 september 2009
We All Live in a Yellow Submarine
I really should'nt have waited this long before making a new entry, but looking back, I realize I did'nt actually have any time for it anyway.
Loads of stuff has happened this week (and unfortunately I did not write in my diary), I'll see if I can fill you in on the details in an efficient manner. Back on Monday I moved to a new host family, but before that I visited my School.
But first I should talk about the whole "moving out of my old family"-thing.
That morning was pretty stale, though I did get a chance to use the computer (which was the time I wrote the first entry with the diary, I think). But the last two hours were just filled with bored waiting.
Oh and all the time it was raining, as it had the day before, there were talks of a typhoon and stuff (though I did'nt really care much for it).
So then I eventually got a ride to the second-nearest station (so I did'nt have to transfer) and waited there, in the rain. But my host family had been so kind to give me an umbrella, so I was unfazed.
And since I was so tired when the train arrived, I did'nt even care to think of the implications when I sat down between two obviously "mean guys". They had ragged clothes, pointy shoes (with metal parts) and insane hair. Not to mention that they had left one seat open between them just so they could sit down with mirrored poses.
Fast forwarding to the time when I had to wait at a metro station for 50 minutes just because the person who was taking me to the school & family was waiting at the wrong entrance. But it was alright.
The visit to school was quite awkward. I got to sit down and introduce myself to a teacher (I was completely unprepared) and then there was a lot of paperwork I did'nt understand.
Then I had to introduce myself in front of all the teachers, who seemed very unimpressed. I had actually thought that my arrival would be a special occasion, but their mentality seemed to be "oh, another one of those exchange students...", so I felt pretty let down.
I did regain my hope after the guide through school anyway, so it worked out and I left the place with a positive outlook.
As you might have gathered, my host family proved to be awesome. I was convinced of it immediately, since I spent the first evening with my family by playing mario party against the kids, they were impressed by my incredible skills at throwing ropes.
By the way, the kids are named Kota and Yui, they're 5 and 6 (7 in 2 months) years old. They're insanely adorable.
Uh, I had intended to write everything and catch up with the present today, but it's kind of too late and I have things to do before I go to bed. Sorry.
Loads of stuff has happened this week (and unfortunately I did not write in my diary), I'll see if I can fill you in on the details in an efficient manner. Back on Monday I moved to a new host family, but before that I visited my School.
But first I should talk about the whole "moving out of my old family"-thing.
That morning was pretty stale, though I did get a chance to use the computer (which was the time I wrote the first entry with the diary, I think). But the last two hours were just filled with bored waiting.
Oh and all the time it was raining, as it had the day before, there were talks of a typhoon and stuff (though I did'nt really care much for it).
So then I eventually got a ride to the second-nearest station (so I did'nt have to transfer) and waited there, in the rain. But my host family had been so kind to give me an umbrella, so I was unfazed.
And since I was so tired when the train arrived, I did'nt even care to think of the implications when I sat down between two obviously "mean guys". They had ragged clothes, pointy shoes (with metal parts) and insane hair. Not to mention that they had left one seat open between them just so they could sit down with mirrored poses.
Fast forwarding to the time when I had to wait at a metro station for 50 minutes just because the person who was taking me to the school & family was waiting at the wrong entrance. But it was alright.
The visit to school was quite awkward. I got to sit down and introduce myself to a teacher (I was completely unprepared) and then there was a lot of paperwork I did'nt understand.
Then I had to introduce myself in front of all the teachers, who seemed very unimpressed. I had actually thought that my arrival would be a special occasion, but their mentality seemed to be "oh, another one of those exchange students...", so I felt pretty let down.
I did regain my hope after the guide through school anyway, so it worked out and I left the place with a positive outlook.
As you might have gathered, my host family proved to be awesome. I was convinced of it immediately, since I spent the first evening with my family by playing mario party against the kids, they were impressed by my incredible skills at throwing ropes.
By the way, the kids are named Kota and Yui, they're 5 and 6 (7 in 2 months) years old. They're insanely adorable.
Uh, I had intended to write everything and catch up with the present today, but it's kind of too late and I have things to do before I go to bed. Sorry.
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