Friday, December 5, 2008
Gaijin Win
I think I have always been too worried about getting lost, missing my stop, etc.
But I totally passed out on my train home and managed to wake up and get off at my stop!!!!!!!!
Mua ha ha, take that Japan, I have mastered one of your impossible Nihonjin skills! Of course it will probably never happen again, or I will miss my stop next time. Oh well, for now I am just going to appreciate that it happened.
My other recent revelation is about guys hair. So I'm sure some of you are familiar with that fact that I always complained about not being able to have a Japanese hairstyle because all the boys here have straight hair... Lies!!!!! In fact, most of the boys here have curly hair, or at least wavey hair. So all those times I complained because I would have to straighten my hair to get it to look like thiers... well, thats what they have to do to make their hair look like that too! Sneaky Nihonjin and their secretly curly hair. Knowing this, I'm still not sure I'm up for blow drying and straightening my hair everyday like they do, its a lot of dedication... but it sure looks good.
Counting down to USA time... ok not really, I'm too busy with shiken (exams) to even think about it. But the 20th is closing in fast...
Monday, December 1, 2008
Versailles

On Sunday night I went to a J-rock concert! The band is Versailles, they are visual-kei, and they are incredible. These are literally the costumes they wore on stage. The first picture has the outfits they wore for the first half of the concert, then they changed into the outfits in the second picture for the second half of the concert. The concert went on for about 2 hours. The lead singer, Kamijo, had the blonde hair like he does in the second photo. And yes, They are all men, I'm pretty sure at least, haha. The concert was in a venue very much like an American one (but no smoking) kind of clubish and smallish. Lots of people dressed up, some not, and a lot less chaos than at an American live, because Japanese kids are polite... until the music starts. At American concerts everyone is doing there own thing, some people head bang, some people have their arms in the air, etc. However, at a Japanese concert (as with everything) it is a collective experience, and everyone does the same thing. It is a really good feeling actually, you know you are feeling the same way as a large group of people around you, even if you are one of the 3 gaijin in the entire crowd! Everyone would surge forward at certain key moments in the music, creating a sort of wave of people, it wasn't quite moshing but it had a similar push and pull, like a current in the ocean. Also, I also felt like some visual-kei music made me want to have seizures, or seizure like movements, well apparently Japanese kids feel the same way, the rate at which they head bang is crazy. Having a room lit up red, surrounded by convulsing Japanese people, with intense music... surreal. The best is the Lolitas that headbang and convulse in their fluffy dresses and head bows. Also, I'm convinced Japanese kids are born with inate ability to do the growling gravel rocker-yell, because everyone around me seemed capable... either that or they were Lolis yelling "Kami-sama!" in the squeakiest voice ever. I was not dissapointed in his voice either, he could sing just as wonderfully in real life as on the CD, and his screaming was actually better in person. Its like the court at Versailles suddenly turned into vampires and picked up instruments. How they kept their hair up like that though, I don't know, Japanese hairstyles are still a mystery to me, although I am figuring it out slowly. It is good I don't live here, I would have no money, concerts are expensive!!!!!!! My entire body hurts, which is a sign that it was a good concert, and there are bruises on the backs of my legs from being pounced on my small Japanese girls. Good thing: at Japanese concerts it doesn't matter where I stand, I can always see! Overall, I am so happy.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tokyo
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Nara
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
All Hallows Eve
Friday, November 7, 2008
Irasshaimase!
This past weekend was INFES, otherwise known as the international festival. Now, in Japan, festivals happen all the time. Seriously, all the time. I like that about Japanese culture, they like to celebrate things. Regardless, in schools it is very common to have festivals (like the sports festival we had a while back). This occurs in all age groups, so elementary through university, and the students put a large amount of genuine effort into it all. They create booths and sell food for cheap, ahve club performances, actually come out of their shy shells, etc. And, as good sales people do, they yell "irasshaimase" (welcome) over and over in highly irritating voices. Trust me, come to Japan and set foot in ANY store and the clerks will yell, I mean this literally often as not, "irasshaimase!" at you. So, as the Gaidai festival was going on from Friday through Sunday (have I mentioned that they didn't have school from about Thursday afternoon through Monday?) we international kids also set up our festival to share our cultures and talents with the other gaijin as well as Japanese students. Everyone had school off on Monday, because lo and behold, another holiday (cultural day)! Preparing for INFES was a big deal, as I mentioned the large amount of effort Japanese kids put into it, likewise we were expected to as well. I spent the last month teaching two Japanese girls to belly dance to perform in the World Dance Show. I performed three times on Saturday, not to mention walked around being stared at by all the Japanese students! I am under the impression they don't see belly dancers often, not to mention the fact that it is kind of scandalous to show off any of your upper body in this culture. The word "sexy" sounds like "shekshi" when pronounced by a Nihongo (Japanese language) speaker. So my day was filled with "Shekshi!!!!" followed by "Shashin!!!" which means picture. Anyway, everyone dressed up in their traditional clothing, etc., the boy in the interesting clothing is from teh Czech Republic. My friend Ayako looked lovely in her kimono, and the crazy American boy wore traditional Japanese frighting clothes. The girls I taught to dance were named Hiromi and Ayaka (Japanese names are very hard to remember because they mostly sound the same, I have friends named Ayaka, Aiko, Ayako...). My friend Tetsuya, the Japanese boy in the photo, is a yonensei (senior) and will graduate in March and move to Tokyo to work. Overall, it was a compeltely fun experience, my okaasan (mother) said I should stay in Japan and teach Belly Dancing, because it is supposedly getting very popular all of a sudden, who knew I was so on top of the trends?

