Black Eyed Peas

Last week I went to see the coolest gig in Tokyo, and it rocked my world. I’m physically unable to get ready for work in the morning without hearing Black Eyed Peas at full volume, so seeing them live really was amazing. Plus it gave my next-door-neighbor a break from hearing them.



and here is me being a total poser getting ready for the gig:

Narita-san

Because this blog is starting to resemble a soap opera, I'm including some photos of a recent trip to a temple near my home to prove I can do something wholesome. The temple is called Narita-san and it is incredibly beautiful, peaceful and relaxing. My favorate part is the pond near the entrance that is swamped with turtles. There is seriously an island of turtles in the middle. Kawaii desu yo!

Tragic Date

This post holds no comical value what-so-ever so wipe that smirk off your face. In fact posting this is probably in incredibly poor taste but it is important that you know my life isn’t always hilarious piss-ups, glamour and gaieties.

My modern life took a tragic turn for the worse the other night. I was on possibly the best date of my life when disaster struck. I managed to snag myself a fabulously sexy, tall, English speaking J-boy, a rarity to say the least. This boy was either the coolest person in the world or the world’s most creative liar. He lived in England for a year as a semi-professional football player. Did home stay with a family who’s father plays keyboards for Death in Vegas. He is the singer in a rock band and studies law at Tokyo University. He is also hilariously funny, forward and unlike any J-man I have ever met. Things were going famously, until he received a call from his best friends mother informing him that his best friend had just had a car accident and was in hospital. Naturally he left. I received a message from him the next morning telling me that his best friend had in fact died last night and he can’t see me anymore as I would always remind him of the night his best friend died. At first I thought it was an elaborate and sick ploy to end our budding relationship but unfortunately I read the story in the newspaper.

Of course the real tragedy in this sorry tale is the fact that the sexy mans friend died. But I can’t help but wonder whether it’s all just a cruel joke that god played on me. A story this horrific is more than just bad luck. Is it possible that I am cursed? Am I destined for a life of horrible misfortune? Is my life just a tragic wasteland? Answers to these questions and more in future instalments of ‘Confessions of a Boozehag’.

New Boyfriend (revised II)

I have a Nihongo lesson tomorrow morning so I’m procrastinating and writing this instead. I’m shit anyhow.

Last Monday night I went on a hot date with a J-boy. I met this boy at a fireworks festival a couple of weeks ago when he saved me from some drunk J-bloke with a huge golden mullet & massive tattooed arms. I thought he was the sweetest because he was my translator for the evening. I must have been pretty tipsy myself because I’d actually forgotten what he looked like and grossly over-estimated his English ability. I discovered on Monday night that my new boyfriend in fact can not speak a lick of English. He took me to a really lovely restaurant however the romance seemed to slip away when we had to communicate through a pad, pencil and a dictionary. Never-the-less, it was a beautiful evening. I taught him a word or two and he bought me dinner and insisted on meeting up again soon. He drove me home in his big white van (apparently all the sexy boys have one) and I said goodnight with a cute kiss on the cheek (which was received timidly to say the least). On Tuesday I learnt from my students and staff that a simple kiss on the cheek in Japan has a far deeper meaning than “goodnight”. Because Japan is Japan and insists on confusing me at every opportunity, a kiss on the cheek means that you really love someone and is not taken (or given) lightly. So needless to say I wont be seeing him again! Ah, I’m sure there are more tall, straight teethed, perfect faced boys in Japan… second thought, maybe I’ll text him.

Its lucky that I have this blog to keep track of all my boyfriends.