On goodbyes

On party vibes and Cuba Rivers

 

I don't know if it's me that's become weak as fuck since moving here, or if the Japanese bartenders are happy with the alcohol, but I'm loving drinking in Japan. Seriously, when they call it a Cuba River instead of a Cuba Libre and dunk a shit-tonne of alcohol into it, charging a measly 500 yen (or 35 SEK) a glass (and giving me one for free, along with a basket of nachos and some fried shrimp for being slow with getting my burger ready), what's not to love? I haven't been in the mood for getting shitfaced in a pretty long time, but now that things seem to be solving themselves with everything I was worried about regarding work, I'd love to just go out and get completely black out drunk. Obviously with people I know and safely and yada yada, but just like... wasted. Where's Yanyan when you need him? That boy knows how to party.

On ups and downs

Be right back, café hunting.

On bad days with bad feelings

The same way a month can feel like an eternity, a week and a half can feel like aeons. I've been torn between every emotional state from glee to feeling like I'm at the brink of a huge gaping black hole, sucking all of my happiness into it. I wish I knew how things got this way. I never thought they would.

On Hogwarts houses and the thought of losing people

I had a really weird dream about Moonlight the other night. I dreamt that he for some reason started dating an American man, who wouldn't let him be my friend anymore. I tried reasoning with him and asking him why, since he used to say that I was his best friend, but he just kept telling me that we weren't friends anymore. I tried talking to him about it, but his new bartending job seems to keep him really busy, and he doesn't call me like he used to. I miss him. After we stopped seeing each other we eventually developed a nice friendship, and we'd been talking about visiting each other, me going to Seoul and him coming to Tokyo, and that we'd go traveling around Asia in February together. Now, I feel forgotten, and I want to have him back in my friend sphere again. Ex-lover or not, he's really special to me, and I want him in my life. I just hope this dream wasn't some weird psychic vibe telling me that the fun's over. That'd suck some balls.

On shaking awakenings and coming to terms with time

I have awoken from my blog slumber!

Delays delays! Sorry silent readers. Things have been pretty hectic lately. Work, trying to straighten out some sort of social life, and the Philosopher coming here last Tuesday has left me running in circles. Running in circles in a good way of course, but I've missed blogging. I hope you'll all forgive my tardiness.

Life in Tokyo is as exciting as ever, being woken up at like four in the morning by an earthquake. I'm sure there have been earthquakes here before while I've been living here, but I've reasoned that as long as I don't notice them, I haven't experienced an earthquake. Well, this one I experienced. It turned out to be a 6.5 quake off the coast of Fukushima, which translates to probably not 6.5 in Tokyo, but enough to wake me from my death-like sleep. It took me a second to realize what it was, before it filled me with a kind of primal fear, during which time I wondered if it would be a sort of pre-quake to a really big one and how much shit would hit the fan if that were true, but it passed withing fifteen seconds, and I fell right back to sleep again. So much for primal fears right? Apparently this makes me an official Tokyoite, according to the people I know. Every cloud has a silver lining and all that stuff, right?