I'm eating a fine assortment of Sushi as I am writing this, and washing it down with some tasty veggie juice.
Today started off pretty rough, what with getting a reoccurring bloody nose (in the shower of all places) and the minor fatigue that came with it.
Ended up doing pretty well on recalling a lot of Kanji, which made my sensei happy. I finally got my class assignment for the semester. Had a meeting with the top dog of the exchange student program, awesome view from his office btw. Hamada-Sensei gave me a few options for classes this semester, he figured that I wanted something at least related to my major in someway (he was right). So in a week or so I'll be taking a 9-10:30 Cultural Studies Class on Wednesdays. This will be along with the regular 3 hour Japanese Language Class I am already taking and will last till about August when Summer break starts.
Moving on to some non-scholarly related matters. To kill some time, and it did kind of relate to the grammar we we studying, my Sensei decided she wanted to read my palm. Now I don't believe in fate or any of that crap, but for fun I went along with it. According to my right hand, I won't get married, won't have money but will have lots of love and a long life. According to the left, I'll be loaded, I will get married, and still have lots of love. Basically my hands conflict seemingly in the same way that they are opposites of each other. Now just a note, I feel that as you live you are constantly shaping your own future. There is no predetermined path that you are set to walk upon. While I do fancy to explore potential line of logic draw from personal experiences about what life is, I do not believe in palm reading.~
And welcome back to the normal world. After the frustrating, odd, and enlightening parts of the day I rolled onto my favorite place to visit so far, the Supermarket. I say it is my favorite because I am constantly finding new things to try each time I visit. Some are good some are not so good (salad sticks = fail). This particular visit was intended from two days prior. A mission if you will, and that mission was to get some veggie juice.
Turns out that most brands of veggie juice here in Japan rock the socks off of V8. I ended up picking up one kind I know I liked and another 2 that looked well worth trying. Its practically a given that if you shake the juice and it stubbornly refuses to truly mix its some good stuff.
In closing this post, I feel its necessary to note that it is a little annoying when you find a tiny wasabi bomb hidden in the sushi you are eating while making a blog post. Thank god that celery seems to cancel it out.
Steve~
I think the palm reading is very interesting, and a nice note on the fact that what some here consider 'woo-woo' is commonplace and everyday, outside our borders.
ReplyDeleteI wonder how you campus looks, is there any green space? and do you get out at all?
I hope things keep interesting for ya!