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Tuesday, 29 December 2015

Japan 2015!

For the longest time Japan was never in my top holiday destination because people have been saying things like:

“Japan is so expensive!”

“Just go to Korea and it’ll be just as good and less expensive!”

Now I realized how silly that was because a) since when I trust people’s judgment so blindly? I love One Direction, despite what others say! And b) I like Korean culture and food just as much as I like getting my eyebrows plucked.

In short, not so much.

My almost 29-years of age of existence has been deprived of this Japan experience and it all changed when I saw the banner of Harry Potter theme park in Osaka and my inner wizard screamed.

It was time to go to Japan even when Harry Potter theme park was the only decent place I could go.

‘Arry Potter! How I’ve missed you!
What more can a child (at heart) ask for!

So that’s when I started planning for my year-end Japan trip and now that I’ve returned, I am so glad that I saw that banner on that fateful day which led me to this!

Japan, where have you been all my life?

Okay, that was a bit dramatic.

This shall be a post on my Japan experience, I promise! (But mind the occasional nonsense, I call it my writing style.)

Anyway, we went for a total of 12 days and despite wanting to go to many other places, we could only fit Tokyo and Osaka! I think it’s very important that you have a travel partner that share your pace, you know what I mean. Some people really want to pack and see everything in one trip, while others may like more free and easy kinda trip. Both Greg and I enjoy the latter (because we are both lazy bums) and he’s perfectly alright going to 3 theme parks (instead of Mount Fuji or other temples) because I’m more of a city-kiddish-kinda girl. Ah bless his heart.

The whole trip was a whirlwind, we ate like there’s no tomorrow cos the food was glorious! From the amazing fatty tuna to the best ramen we’ve ever had, to Yoshinoya which tasted 100 times better than here, to our neverending nibbles of takoyaki, crab legs, desserts and other nonsense. In our true fashion, we managed to sneak in some KFC and Mcd in there too!

Out of the 12 days we were there, we probably spent a total of 7 days in Tokyo and 5 in Osaka, and altho that sounded like a lot, it passed by so fast! We went to the usual attractions like Ikebukuro, Akihabara, Shibuya, Tsukiji Market and spent 2 full days in both Disneyland and Disneysea. I even managed to randomly meet my old elementary school friend by mere coincidence (he happened to be there.)

I can’t even decide what would be the highlight of my trip ‘cos everything was superb. I love, love, love Disneysea! And equally love, love, love Universal Studio Japan and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter! It’s probably the best ride I’ve ever taken and it made me go all ga-ga over Harry Potter again and (surprise, surprise) I came home and rewatched all the Harry Potter movies all over again.

Another thing worth mentioning is how courteous, friendly and polite people Japanese are. Even the people who cleaned our plates in food centres were all smileys and kept saying thank you (what! I’m not used to this politeness) and trains were awfully quiet because no one talked on the phone due to respect for each other (what!!! Can I move here to Japan!)

Also, the weather was perfect. The tuna sashimi was perfect… Ichiran Ramen was perfect.. okay, now I’m daydreaming and drooling..

I think I should stop talking and just putting photos here so you can feel jealous.. haha!

Thanks for your hospitality and wonderful culture, Japan! We'll definitely be back!

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Quotes

There's a hundred million different ways of writing, and it takes you a long time to sort through that stuff. And I think it takes anyone a long time to find a voice.

You must learn to take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad, love what you’ve got and remember what you had. Learn to forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes but never regret. People change and things go wrong, but you just have to remember that life goes on.

The day before I’m supposed to be meeting Caroline for a drink, I develop all the textbook symptoms of a crush: nervous stomach, long periods spent daydreaming, an inability to remember what she looks like. I can bring back the dress and the boots, and I can see her bangs, but her face is a blank.

I don't know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult. You know, that's what to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad when something nice happens.

I can see now I never really committed to Laura. I always had one foot out the door, and that prevented me from doing a lot of things, like thinking about my future and... I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open. And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments.

There's a big fucking world out there. It's messy, and it's chaotic, and it's never, never ever the thing you'd expect. It is ok to be scared, but you cannot allow your fears to turn you into an asshole, not when it comes to the people that love you, the people that need you.

Maybe what I'm saying is, is the world might be evolving the way a person evolves. Right? Like, I mean, me for example. Am I getting worse? Am I improving? I don't know. When I was younger, I was healthier, but I was, uh, whacked with insecurity, you know? Now I'm older and my problems are deeper, but I'm more equipped to handle them.

I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

A woman needs to be held, even, and science has shown this, if its with someone she doesn't care about. Protective hormones are released, and the amount of hormones released depends on the degree to which she is held. The first and best is the complete surround. He wraps you in both arms, whispers how beautiful you are. Second best is the 'arm around.' He is next to you but with one arm around you. Third is he's just next to you on his elbow, but he rests his hand on your stomach and looks at you. Fourth is you snuggling up to him with your head on his chest, while he looks away into space. But when the first best happens, you feel completely, wonderfully like a woman.

So, so what, so fuck off, go home, leave you alone? I'll tell you something Paul, there isn't anything that I've wanted for eighteen years, cause I was a kid eighteen years ago. And if I did still want the same things I'd think I'd gone wrong somewhere, because actually I don't want to marry David Cassidy, I don't want bigger tits, I don't want to do better on my marks. I've stopped worrying about that kind of thing and maybe you should try.

Well maybe there's a big bit of you that's gone missing somewhere, maybe everyone should want something they've always wanted.

Why is it that adults aren't supposed to go mad about anything? You gotta keep a lid on it. And if you don't then people are apparently entitled to say what they like. "You haven't grown up. You're a moron. Your conversation is trivial and boorish. You can't express your emotional needs. You can't relate to your children." And you die, lonely and miserable. But you know, what the hell, every cloud has a silver lining.

I just woke up one morning and didn't feel the same way. Where did it go? It was like there had been a lot of food on a plate in front of us, and we ate it all really quickly, and then there was nothing left. Maybe that's how couples stay together: they're not greedy. They know that what they have in front of them has to last a long time, so they kind of pick at it. I hope it's not like that, though. I hope that when people are happy together, it feels as though someone keeps piling seconds and thirds on their plates.

That is what I have learned: Sex is destructive. Love is nothing to be fooled with. I learned that I was dangerous, not to be trusted. I wondered if my parents were right, with all of their stiff lovelessness. Maybe they knew better. My parents don't dole out love for the deserving or the undeserving. I was learning that love could cost me.

You could say all you liked about reason and logic and common sense and imagination, but when the chips were down, the one skill you needed was the ability to think about absolutely nothing whatsoever.

There is a comfort in never making an effort, but it's a lonely comfort. What keeps you going is the knowledge that you're only playing with only four cards showing. But when you see other people succeeding with their mediocre hands, you have to make a decision. If you turn over that final card you're certain of victory, but it also means you have nothing in reserve.

I’d gone through life believing in the strength and competence of others; never in my own. Now, dazzled, I discovered that my capacities were real. It was like finding a fortune in the lining of an old coat.

Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as mere consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.