Jonbu the baker

The Namacha Panda is basically designed by cutting a wedge out of a sphere, and adding a cylinder as the body. My first namacha panda is tiny. I got it for free, from drinking a warm namacha.

I’m trying to type an entry featuring my new friend mr.P but the sunday night movie this week “Air Force One” keeps me distracted. And watching an english movie with japanese commercials screws up an already messy mind even more. A very touching movie (-_-) directed by Wolfgang Peterson, the most prominent theme in the movie in my opinion is Sacrifice. Many scenes involving people taking bullets, fighter planes taking missiles, all for the safety of Harrison Ford. And I purposely avoided using “The President of USA” in that sentence.

Oh my, the newscast on TV is telling me Saddam Hussein has just been captured. and he looks like he has a lot more beard at the time of capture. Such appropriate news after the movie.

no chance to mention Mr.P yet… he deserves his own entry.

Just to make this entry more enjoyable, i will insert another random picture.

Alex and Steve on one of the trains taking us to Tokyo with the Seishun 18 ticket. We left on a typhoon day, and the typhoon moved up the main island as we moved ourselves up the island. Whenever the train door opened we saw heavy rain.

Oh yes, when I went to Tokyo in August, some policeman stopped me and larry, and asked for IDs. This post really has no story to it. the purpose is just to add more value to my previous entry about the policeman i met at gifu.

It wasn’t random at all. They went passed so many people, and stopped us for questions. The first thing they asked was ” you guys are not japanese, aren’t you?”. I was certain it’s because larry looked suspicious, and i got dragged in with him.^^ but after my my other encounter with law enforcement in Gifu, I began to wonder.

Picture to supplement mental:

Why does the picture look so ugly you say. well because this is no photo gallery, so im free to screw around with my pictures for added style.

this is pretty much the street that we got stopped. and the person in there is larry.

same drill. show ID, chit chat, say good bye. I’m getting good at this.

Some of my friends complained that I wrote too much. Hard to read. I will admit that most of what I wrote so far is pure free writing, and too much excess. But freewrites are meant to be skimmed through, not read.

my favorite koyo picture

of all the 300 +/- 200 pictures i took while i was in kyoto during the kouyou season, this is my favorite, for now. it plays on the DOF, the sky is blue, the leaves are red. what more can a guy ask for. too bad the leaves are worm eaten.

Yesterday when I went to Gifu City to take care of my RE-entry permit for my trip to Hong Kong, I bumped into a friendly but suspecting policeman. I was sitting at the train station bench, waiting for my train, when he approached me and asked how old I am. I believe he even made sure that he approached me from a direction 90 degrees to the bench I’m sitting on. (you know, in case i take off running once I notice him). He probably thought I’m running away from my parents, or skipping class.

I was wearing a black hooded fleece, with a black jacket over it. I had jeans and sandles on, and my hair was bad. I knew I looked liked a burglar but the office lady at the Immigration Office didn’t seem to mind.

half-related picture

The Officer asked for my registration card, and while meticulously copying down every detail on that card into his notebook, he tried to chit chat me for details like why I’m in Japan, do I have a job.

After I got back to Hashima, I had to change before going to work. At the lobby of my dorm, a cleaning lady was vacuuming the floor. As I walked in and she looked up, her body froze and her face stunned. Usually during working hours there should be no one in the dorm building, so she’s just casually vacuuming thinking she’s alone. If you would just imagine you’re a cleaning lady doing your job in an empty building, then suddently some sloppy, burglar looking guy dressed in all black appears in front of you.

She was completely stunned. Good thing I foresaw all of this coming when I was taking off my shoe at an area out of her sight, and thought I would greet her when I see her. So right as she looked up i said “konnichiwa”, which turned her stunned face into a confused one. She’s had enough of a day, so I just rushed upstairs and get my things done and went to work.

I guess the OL at the Immigration Office is used to seeing sloppy foreigners.