Same, same... but different Japan is like Hotel California... you can come any time you want, but you can never leave. A picture is worth a thousand words. Alex has a T-shirt with the saying "Same, Same, but different." I think this is what he was referring to.
 
 
I think this is the very first time that I make an appearance at Jeff's two nights in a row. Am I becoming a gaijin of habit? It is a bit disturbing... most of the memembers... the poses... the place... probably the conversations and the drinks that night were pretty much the same as the previous and the next.... and those of many nights to come. The only thing that seems different is the clothes. Goodness -- I guess it is a good thing that no one is wearing the same outfit. Back in uni, we call that the walk of shame-- when u show at work the next morning with the same clothes you had on at a club the night before...
Anyway -- besides this being an alarm or a wake-up call or what have you, I must admit that it was nice to spend some time with Amie, Ashley and the combo. These dudes are from Texas and are doing some trainings here for Tokyo Electron. Kind of a small world. I could have probably worn the same clothes and gone to sixth street, met a similar group of people, and had the same conversation. In any case, it is nice to have a conversation that doesn't start with "WHERE FROM?" or "NIHONGO JYOUZU".... I didn't hear an "OHASHI JYOUZU" the whole weekend. Who knows. Maybe it is a sign that mayo and corn pizza will no longer be my staple food in the near future...    ¶ sábado, octubre 21, 2006