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danieru in tokyo
Sunday, October 28, 2007
 
The weekend apart
Again, I managed to avoid Ropps, on a friday. This is quite outstanding, I must say. 3 of the petrol heads at work took me, with a Canon on my shoulder, down to an expressway service stop, in search of more petrol heads, showing off the finely tuned automobiles. You've got to love the otaku. I mentioned "smart car" and didn't get away with it. Photos on flickr. Saw the car that Dipesh and I have always dreamed of x2. The Evolution 2. Quite a work of art. I never did love the unrefined muscle of American cars, and the plasticized muscle of rice rockets. German cars will be the only thing I will die for. And maybe the right woman too...but i think she sees that like crystal at the moment. Life aint all roses for those on top. And I am so very on top... sometimes.. once.. maybe. Dammit!

Saturday was the Halloween party day. I donned a Doraemon costume and headed down to Ropps expecting to be told how cute I was. Not a moment of disappointment. IB dressed as sexy Santa. We wandered around outside to get some air - I heard someone say "Santa-san". That's right kid, Santa-san. Pay some respect, and you'll get that PS3 on the 25th. We also ran into 2 of the Backstreet Boys before they ducked into the club next door. IB was awash with glee and ran in front shouting "i love you!!". When she left, and my mood took a turn. A couple of tequilas later, and I was bleeding my heart out to Miss Wang. Photos on FB tomorrow.

Sunday, called up IB, and wandered down her end of the world for a bbq on in the gardens of her apartment complex. Heard some interesting tales, and wandered down to Ginza later for some shopping. I thought i'd see the surface crack on this one by now - but instead, after a large whisky on a Sunday night, as i sit here typing, I realise that it's my surface that's cracking..something's not healthy, and I need to stand back. I want it complex because I can't accept the simpler things in life. Aint that a shame.

The week was a mess of work and drinkage. I gave someone in Japan - The B-man - the address to this blog, which is a first, and quite possibly a mistake. It will not be repeated. The damndest shame is that 3 days this week were spent just with him, and some interesting conversations evolved. I am muted to discuss any of them now with the typical cynical level of critique that so personifies me.

And so, the weekend ends whilst I drink Chivas Royal Salute, listen to Bonobo, and read Dogs and Demons. And a little bit of facebook. I've given up on Garcia Marquez - it's just not sucking me in.

Quote from Krasnov worth keeping: "
Filthy pervert is my middle-name, go ask my parents what was on their mind that dark soviet night."

Comments:
Hi
this might seem irrelavent to the topic under discussion. I am offered an internship with Lehaman Bros at tokyo.I was googling a lot about work culture and about life in tokyo.
If u find time can you mail me some of your experiences at subhashg@iitk.ac.in
Btw my name is Subhash and I am an undergraduate studying at Indian Institute of Technology, Kanpur,India.
 
hi
I gone through most of your posts and i loved the one in which u wrote why people go short on happiness and long on cash... :D

Subhash
 
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