Saturday, November 26, 2005

postsecret

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i spotted postsecret an age ago on floating world views and was instantly hooked...
people have some really amazing stuff going on in their lives! some quite horrific, some laughable and some down right surprising.  For a gen X Yer who thinks nothing can surprise her...for some reason postsecret keeps me guessing and wondering.
So I decided to do my own postsecret card...no shocking or hideous secrets here! I am addicted to other peoples secrets.
I have always been open to and aware of my voyeuristic tendencies - i once bruised my eye ball as i launched at the peep hole in my door, trying to get a better view of the neighbours.



The only real secret I have is that I'm a little jacked off at myself for not having come up with this ingenious postsecret project first - what a fascinating way to learn more about the other crazies in this world, a way for people to get things off their chest by sending them out into the essentially anonymous cyber stratosphere and a way for me to avoid eyeball bruising but still get to peep into other peoples lives.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

instrumental damage

A_tambojust a friendly word of advice to all tambourine manufacturers or those considering diving into the profession - it wouldnt hurt if you could possibly put some kind of warning on your instruments, something like, oh i dont know...'WARNING; THIS BRIGHT AND SEDUCTIVE INSTRUMENT MAY CAUSE SEVERE BRUISING TO PARTS OF YOUR BODY IF STRUCK RAPIDLY AND JOYOUSLY AGAINST IT' or simply 'NOT RECOMMENDED FOR THOSE UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF BODY NUMBING SUBSTANCES; IS LIKELY TO CAUSE PAINFUL DAMAGE AND/OR SKIN DISCOLOURATION AS A RESULT OF BRUISING'...or perhaps 'WARNING; JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE POSSESSION OF THIS INSTRUMENT DOES NOT MAKE YOU ONE OF THE BANGLES! PLEASE USE IT WISELY - AVOID STRIKING YOUR HIP, THIGH, BUTTOCKS AND OTHER HAND REPEATEDLY AND FEROCIOUSLY FOR ANY EXTENDED PERIOD OF TIME'
oh and you chu hi makers...well you should DEFINITELY be putting some kinda warning on your cans. you must be very aware by now that your product turns brains to paper.

go go tokyo

it is a well established fact that ones second language skills are enhanced when under the influence of certain intoxicants. we hit the streets of tokyo last night just to test the theory once more.
yep its on the money our japanese was on fire - theory proven. here is the photo proof. 1. kickin it wit the homes 2. warming up in a cosy little karaoke box 3. g: 'heeeeyyy where did my drink go?' me: 'aaahhh i dunno maybe that japanese guy took it' 4. photo op with our friendly karaoke host with whom i somehow (due to above mentioned theory) successfully ordered copious rounds of drinks for the 7 of us, negotiated extra time when there seemed to be too many good tunes and not enough time to sing them...although we are still waiting for the pizza we ordered  5. note the tambourine...lets just say it stuck by us through thick and thin and is now on its way with its blue twin to a land down under  6. madonna madness  7. the people you meet  8. in sync - the groovy chicks doing what they do best - grooving  9.  smells like  beer & spirits  10. me and bunny chan - her beer soaked bunny ears were a hit on the streets gaining all kinds of attention and offers
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Thursday, November 17, 2005

tokyo r&r = shop shop shop x explore

my mon - fri job +  zume's wed - sun job = no weekends together
so i wrangled a coupla days off and we had a very rare but relaxing and romantic 'weekend together'
it is amazing how much you can explore in tokyo during the week days
tokyo weekdays = less people, slower pace, more space
tokyo weekends = squished but exciting and tiring
here are a few snap shots from our 'weekend'
we actually got to see some nature - the 'autumn leavings'
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Wednesday, November 16, 2005

harajuku baby

yay for 4 day weekends
a leisurely sunday strolling the streets of harajuku with anna and nico (who seemed particularly at home in the arms of the harajuku girls...he is such a rad little tokyo boy!)







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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

109

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109 building Shubuya

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

wacky races

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window display Harajuku

Sunday, November 06, 2005

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a huge gorgeous flower for all mums!
in australia this is what we give mum on mum's day
in japan the chrysanthemum is the national flower
check them out in all their gorgeous glory at shinjuku gyoen

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Friday, November 04, 2005

planning for a pandemic

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taking the afternoon off to visit the immigration office in shinagawa, was not exactly my idea of relaxation. sure i got to leave work early, but i had been having flushes for a week thinking about what the visit would entail. i dont know why i get so worked up when i have to fill out documents, present myself as an upstanding citizen worthy of staying in the country and flashing my credentials around.
as i stepped off the bus i was instantly hit by the fact that about eighty five percent of the foriegners now residing in tokyo, had also decided to take the afternoon off to get their visas sorted. i raced up the elevator to scope out the situation. a friend had told me, it shouldnt take too long. i had learnt once before that you always get your numbered ticket prior to spending half an hour filling out the often incomprehensible forms.
i grabbed for the number, glancing at it (624) and then up at the current customer number on the screen (412) the full brunt of this ordeal hit me...exactly 212 others would go before me.
i had some other business to get sorted out, which took no time, then i found a quiet little spot to fill in the three forms i had been given.
i dont know what it is, but when i am in situations like that or even at the airport, i treasure my passport like it is some kind of diamond encrusted bra and hold onto it for dear life. maybe i have watched too many movies rife with international espionage and identity theft. i clutch my little blue book embellished with its innocent aussie logo, in fear that the 12 spies surrounding me with their wires, cameras and amnesia, are poised to whisk my selfhood from me, leaving me a nobody in a foreign country; only to sell my identity to some underworld 'gorgeous alchemist'.
anyway after a long lounge around and a few emails and calls to my tokyo pals, the next thing i know the gorgeous yet totally 'over it!' lassie who dealt with my case was sending me on my way.
little did i know, as i rode the bus back to the station that i was in for an even bigger gut grabber. now i'm not one for getting caught up in media hype, in fact i bore and berate those around me with my constant crys of 'never believe anything you see on tv or read in the paper' ' you cant trust anything in the media' blah blah. yet as i strolled back through the horde, making my way for the station i glanced up at a big screen. usually belting out visuals of the latest product or pop star, this one displayed the cnn logo in the bottom corner, an official looking dude reading off some document and the caption in big, bold, red, letters - 'PLANNING FOR THE PANDEMIC' Usually I would brush something like this off, viewing it as scare tactics, but i instantly remembered an article i had read in last weeks newsweek about the bird flu and its economic side effects. i then remembered all the other crazy banter i heard on the topic. my mind then flashed to zume saying, only a few nights ago, that he really thinks we should head back to australia soon because the japanese economy is going to get the flu. and then suddenly i found myself surrounded by swarms of coughing and spluttering salary men.
needless to say as soon as i got in the door of my apartment, i scrubbed myself down, gargled and put my clothes in the washer. paranoid? perhaps... but i also googled 'planning for a pandemic' and do you know what came up? - 'Can you survive the bird flu? www.survivetheflew.com' can you believe that??
while i don't intend to get too panic striken about this, i think the threat of such an outbreak is enough to make me a little more proactive...its enough to make me chose my bike over the train; even when i am feeling a little sleepy in the mornings. its enough to get me setting up a 'gargle station' at work and enforcing a stricter handwashing routine.
enough to get me filling my glass just a little higher tonight
here's to good health
kampai

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

past life




In a Past Life...



You Were: A Gorgeous Alchemist.



Where You Lived: Russia.



How You Died: Decapitation.




see now that's what i like to hear!

certainly explains my recent neck problems

don't ask me how i stumbled upon such i thing - believe me i certainly wasn't searching for it...i wasn't!

but i posted it because i heard a story from a friend, about a japanese girl who went to a fortune teller, a common thing to do in japan. this fortune teller only charged a mere 3000 dollars to tell the girl all about her past life. yes, that was 3000 dollars.

when the all seeing teller relayed to the girl that she was once, in fact a pirates wife and a gang leaders girl (both of which i would have been extremely content with - pretty cool huh?) a light bulb moment sprung forth ... 'ah so that's why this life sucks so much'...'but wait never fear' said the the teller 'for not only can i tell you what you were, now that i have your 3000 dollars, i will also be so kind as to change your past life for you so that all things in this life will soon be well'

sure why not thought the girl, and so in no time the teller had rearranged her past and given her a more holy past position. no longer a pirates wife (which just sounds radder every time i write it) she was now a - NUN ???

(i think at that point i may have promptly asked for my money back)

i also think the three grand could have been more wisely spent and the chick could have just as easily gone to the 'what were you in a past life?' part of the blogthings site. she herself would even have the power to change her own past.

see look what i was this time round....






In a Past Life...



You Were: An Albino Sailor.



Where You Lived: Central Africa.



How You Died: Dysentery.




obviously shat myself to death

ouch