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danieru in tokyo
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
 
Week gone by


was fantastic. I think it was Friday - took to the hills, took photos, took Italian in Shibuya for dinner; and got a call from Jeremy for beer. But I was wearing shorts. Pit stop at UniQlo, bought trousers, Roppongi, beer. Met a guy with the same style, same attitude, and almost the same name as someone back in Edinburgh (fong). The similarity was hilarious. To me. Went to some relatively non-gaijin club in Azabu with bad music. Anyway, at about 1am, got an email direct to my phone (no need of crackberries in this country) saying that Mum was in London, back from holiday in Canada. She got back a few days ago, and since she was on her own, I felt a pang of guilt for not calling. Went to the quietest place I could find, the bathroom, and dialled plusfortyfour. 4 seconds north of an hour, my battery ran out. In the meantime, Jeremy wanders up the bathroom, spots me inside, and says {slured} "give me the phone. let me speak to her". because he thought it was a girl. he got a firm N&O. Yet he continued to insist. And then she heard and said "give him the phone". And so I eventually handed the phone over to him. And then, for what felt like an unduly proctracted period - they discussed sausages. God save me.


Saturday, looked at new apartments with John. Had to translate all our questions using yahoo translate. But the guys were patient, and we learnt lots. Decided to give up sauce completely this month. Until the 28th. Met up with a gang in Shibuya later in the day that Rimiko had amassed, and ate at some Izakaya. Stayed sober. Got made fun of. The grapefruit juice did something unwanted to my stomach. When we all met outside the station, Rimiko brought along a girl from her workplace. Now, here is something women dont get caught doing often, but when they do, it is so so funny. The girl (whose name escapes me) was caught staring at John. Ha. So after dinner, we're all saying goodbye, and I manage to leave the two of them together, and walk off hurriedly, giving John a chance to swap numbers. Instead, she says "BYE" at lightspeed to him, and catches up with me, taking the same train, and laughing at all my irreverent excuses for humour. Yikes. All the way back, I was fighting two demons: "dont get her number" vs "get her number for john".

Sunday, Ometosando Hills. It's like Orchard Road comes to Tokyo. Wandered around some of the posher areas of Tokyo, and then somehow ended up in Iidabashi, where I discovered a 180Yen izakaya. 90p beiru sounds like Praha to me. Nasdrovia.
Rocco's given up smoking. We've made a deal that we'll quit alcohol and beer respectively. Well, at least until the 28th.

But yesterday - Tuesday - I was irritated. It looked more and more likely that I'll be heading back to the YouKay in August. ML isn't offering permie, MS have the agency tangle, UBS was a longshot that's gone quiet, GS is a contract (and who in their right mind would want to be a contractor at GS anyway), DKW and NCL aren't paying the magic number, KBC said no. So feeling like it's all going bad at the moment. Well, at least I have the next few months to enjoy Japan, and I wont have to look for another apartment....

Crikey - today - Wednesday. Boss-boss man just offered me the Magic Number. Called Merrill. They can't swing permanent. Relieved that I have Citi at least. Got to think now. I guess this means I'm staying in Nippon.

[22:18:39] rocchino83 says: two night ago
[22:18:44] rocchino83 says: ahah

[22:18:51] rocchino83 says: one of my colegs

[22:19:06] rocchino83 says: not very pretty but two big teet

[22:19:08] rocchino83 says: .)

[22:19:21] rocchino83 says: but now i have to see her every f-king day

[22:19:36] rocchino83 says: you understand, this kind of mess

[22:19:55] rocchino83 says: i'am a stupid


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