the move

hubby has been living in his humble apartment for about 3 and 1/2 years and now it’s time to move to another place. since he set foot to “tokyo”( cause this is not the real tokyo… just tokyo-suburb), the train line he uses everyday is keio. this is a typical keio train
we’re moving somewhere in ikebukuro and subway will replace our long known keio line.

anyway, i am blogging because:
1. i am irritated with the moving company — he’ll be picking up our things on saturday and yet his boxes has not arrived yet today! =( grrrr…
wait… hubby has just notified that moving person has just contacted him and he’ll be dropping the boxes by himself already. good!

2. i hate packing things. patrick is the most sentimental person you could ever know (trick if you are reading this, this is a very positive trait of yours =p). he still has the things that he had since forever. i mean, he still has his bills way back 6 years ago. he even keeps all the little receipt from the origin bento dated kopong kopong. and a ton of other things that are now in the trash bag. hehehe…

3. packing in japan is a pain the neck. why? garbage day. different day, different type of garbage. here in chofu there are like 6 types of garbage. so when you want to throw things out plan them way ahead or your trash will end up being furtherly trashed by these unfriendly crows. another grrrr….

I am thinking if we could avail the service of SBC Packers.

not the usual wednesday

wednesday is my japanese class day, and the only japanese class that i attend. classes are held at the tazukuri building, beside the city hall.it’s just 6 minutes walk away from where we live.. very convenient.

but for two weeks, my teacher and i did not meet because she went to italy for a trip with her husband. but i am very guilty that during those two weeks, i did not touch any japanese book nor even thought of touching one. i was so lazy on those two weeks. on the 1st week, i was busy working on the report given to me by my boss but after that week, i did not do anything. i just stayed at home and pretended that i was still working on the report. *tok* *tok* *tok*, verdict is… guilty!

and so, today i was very excited to meet shimamoto sensei and i was very happy when i learned that she also missed me (*touched*). we just talked about her trip to southern italy (it’s her 3rd time in italy), the philippines, the pictures of patrick and my family and we did not realize that it has been 1 and 1/2 hours since we started chatting . i did not even got the chance to open my books! hahaha…

you might wonder how did we converse…. hmmm… i used my broken japanese and my ever reliable dictionary not bad hah? ( don’t be amazed, i am wondering if she was able to really understand the things that i was trying to say ninuninu….)

then after our class, i went to kfc to meet my korean ate , kurihara-san. we just chatted and chatted. well, she chatted and chatted very interesting and very friendly person that she is. she taught me a lot of things, particularly things about bringing up a child in japan ( nope don’t be excited, still not pregnant ) . and after about 2 hours of chit chat, we walked together to another ate’s house but unfortunately, ate liza was not at home. and so we said our goodbyes on the street and planned to meet again on monday. i will be going to her house this time for her english lesson. she’s so kind enough to hire me as her english teacher ( i also don’t know why she believes in me … hehehe )

anyway, today is not my usual wednesday for today i have tasted a cookie from southern italy. today, i met a kurihara-san just for chit chat and not for her english lesson. and today, is the 1st time i added radish to my sinigang. (^.^)

i cried over a book

the book’s title is The Girl With the White Flag by Tomiko Higa. i borrowed it from the library and i’m glad did.

it’s a true story about tomiko’s experience during the world war 2, setting was in okinawa, and the reason behind her picture of carrying a white flag when the war ended.

in the story, i was able to better understand the irrelevance of war. that nobody wins in war. everybody loses. many lives. many families. many future. it’s nonsense.

what made me cry more are the two people who made tomiko’s flag. it made me appreciate life more — that nothing is worth giving up for your borrowed life.

in life, we move on. we forget the past but we learned from our mistakes. and i pray that from those wars before, every people and every nation’s government have learned from them and would do their best for this not to happen again.