Namjatown

Continuing on from my previous post, we still had a lot of remaining daytime that Sunday afternoon, so we set off for an indoor amusement park a handful of train stations away.

I was a kid in front of the TV watching some Japan tourism show when I found out about Ikebukuro's Sunshine 60 building and its Namjatown. It was something that went to my To-Do list and I'm glad to finally have the chance to do so.

Of course, since we were already tired after going around the high school festival, it was a harrowing success getting everyone to even consider the idea of going on another trip on the same day. By the time we were at the train station, we had already made up our minds and compromised to do some napping while on the train... an act which proved to be very risky indeed. We almost missed our stop if not for my friend who woke up just in the nick of time (we got off the train all red-eyed and drowsy).

Clambering out of the labyrinth subway station, we realized we had no map and that no one bothered to memorize the GoogleMap entry I sent off to everyone's e-mails. A couple of seconds later, we found that there was no need; Sunshine 60 was Japan's tallest building up till the 1980's and you could easily see it towering high above the other buildings in the area.

Pretty soon we found Namjatown's entrance inside the mammot structure, but with time and money as our constraints, we had no choice but to buy the Entrance Passes only. But no problem, Namjatown has more than a lot to offer even to those not willing to spend much. At 300円 we were able to tour the whole place and visit each of the simulated towns inside.

First stop: Horror Town. It was designed as a haunted post-war Japan at night with creepy houses, singing tombstones, and cashier ladies screaming upside-down inside their booths. Because we weren't able to buy the Play-All-You-Can ticket, we haven't the chance to try most of the attractions, but we did give the Black Meowing Neko (or whatever it's called) a go.

You're given a black cat doll and instructed to explore the eerie town looking for the monsters that hold the spirit of a poor cat in captivity. Solving riddles and trivia questions along the way, you'll eventually earn the respect of a glowing Buddha sculpture, thus directing you to a final showdown with the big boss. But with none of us able to read Kanji, let alone answer Japanese trivia questions (the heck?), the poor kitty died and our seat fell... literally. Me and my friend were startled and we both shrieked.

We spent hours in that horror town, so we made up for it by running along till the exit and looking for which town to attack next.

I forgot which was which, but I can remember seeing my friends in the opera town (it has a balcony, velvet curtains and spotlights perfect for a Romeo and Juliet play) taking photos of each other, so we posed along with them then ran upstairs to the next floor. There was a military town, an ice cream town, an adventure town, and a China town. But we did most of our exploring in the angel/romance/christmas town. It was such a complete opposite of horror town, which made it comparably awesome as well. You could dub it as the 'How Lovely! Town'.

There were white caverns that has a chapel inside where you and your partner can put your hands on the altar (there are indentions of two right hands so you couldn't cheat with using your own) and then the whole cave would light up. Not sure if there was an accompanying music, it was too noisy to notice. But the dancing angels, as well as the singing Christmas trees and Italian ambiance, was the perfect place for romance that not matter how noisy the place gets, it seems to exclude a private and cozy atmosphere. The dozens of couples sharing cups of ice cream and cuddling under the fake trees were too much for us, and we hurried out of there (actually we panicked a little because we got lost, it seemed to us that the makers of this place made the How Lovely! town the biggest of them all for some kind of profitable reason).

By the time we have gathered in the 'opera place' once again, we were terribly tired and ready to go home. We took a couple more of shots and headed for the exit.

All in all, I think the 300円 was not enough to pay for the fun we had in there. I highly recommend going here if you have a tight-budget and want to have the most fun out of your Yen coins. We're thinking of going back next time, but with thicker wallets and lots of time.

浦高祭 - Urawa Koukou Matsuri

The plan was to leave by 9:30 AM. But with everyone still groggy from the party the night before, we all left at noon right after 12. Outside it was egg-frying hot, but it was perfect for a Summer's Sunday. With the sun way up to melt all the eye bags accumulated with late-night partying.

I have received a pamphlet with an invitation for a high school festival several days ago, and it was with this that I dragged my friends to attend with me. Some were reluctant, but after showing them photos of previous festivals and explaining what it was really about, no one wanted to get left behind. It was just something you shouldn't miss while in Japan.

We did our best to immortalize the map on our heads, but I guess we didn't have to. The moment we got off into the train station, crowds of students wearing different uniforms were massing together and marching out towards a single destination: the Urawa High School Festival. With a laugh of relief, we decided to go with the flow. Actually, even without the students, you wouldn't get lost. From the station to the school, banners were put up leading you to the festival. But walking alongside excited chatterings and giddy-ness only heightened the experience.

The school's gate was exploding with celebration by itself, and beyond it was another gate. Only, this is made by the students and was likened to a Japanese castle with gabled roofs with dark tiles and white walls. It was huge, and passing beneath it gave me the feeling of awe and admiration at how much work these students put on making it.

We were given a booklet with lots of Japanese paragraphs in it. But thankfully, there were pictures splattered all over, so it wasn't that hard to figure out what was being described. Each classroom holds a different activity ranging from coffee shops, pizza parlors, to mini-casinos, daycare centers, and the infamous horror houses. There was a map of the school grounds' floor plan and a legend describing on how to use it, but we didn't understood it that much.

From what we could read though, only 3 buildings and the campus grounds itself were used for the festival: the central wing (where the classrooms are), the east wing (where the school facilities are) and the gymnasium. Other buildings where off limits, probably because the faculty rooms and other administrative offices are located there. We didn't even tried to peek inside, we assumed it'd be boring anyways.

The whole place was packed, with a girl/boy ratio of 5:2. The visitors were mostly girls from other schools, probably because of the fact that this is an all-boys institution. Everyone looked happy, so I guess the guys really did a good job. A lot of people were lining up outside the classrooms so much, that we only managed to go inside a couple of them: an aquarium attraction and a solitary tea house on the top floor.

The aquarium was hot and stuffy, but the tea house was an oasis. We've been walking for a couple of hours now, so having a break at a cozy classroom occupied only by a handful of students was so relaxing, we even considered the thought of spending the whole day inside it. An occassional visit from a customer, the tinkling of a wind chime on a Summer's breeze, and a sip of milk tea gives off such a believable atmosphere you'd think you're inside a cafe on a secluded beach. That is, until their supplies ran out and students began to come in just to 'hang out'.

By that time, we decided we needed our overly-late lunch and set off towards the least crowded place where we can get it: the school cafeteria. Because everyone was eating their lunch inside the food-themed classrooms, the cafeteria was empty save for the cashier and a few ladies cooking noodles and curry at the kitchens. The food available was just that: noodles and curry. And because it was a school, it was fairly cheap; compared to the doubled price of a regular bowl of udon or a plate of curry sold outside.

We watched some dancing guys cosplaying, a robot war, and a cart race afterwards. We were quite tired by that point, so we decided that it's time to leave. It was so much fun and it's too bad we hadn't been able to try the horror houses, next year perhaps?

Besides, the sun hadn't gone down yet and we have another place to go to before it does: Namjatown.

I'll save that for another story.

Necktie Birthday Party

As it is the first day of my 3-Day Vacation and also my birthday, let's start with Saturday.

Nothing really happened much during the day. In fact, everyone was out and I was left alone at home doing chores. The friend who promised to come didn't, so the plan to go to Omiya was out. I just went out to buy the foodstuff for the dinner later that night and made the preparations for the chocolate pudding.

After a few hours later when the sun went down...

My friends began to come trickling back from whence they came, and the place started to get lively as people wailed that they're hungry and have no energy to help. Well I can't cook a feast by myself, so I told them they could either help me or go to sleep.

I guess they weren't sleepy.

In fact, rolls of chicken sushi began to mound up on plates. There were also roasted and fried chicken, candied fruits, and other bountiful dishes that filled the tables. Someone even went into the trouble of buying a cake. All while I was in the kitchen cooking the carbonara. Actually, they were rushing me with the pasta so much, that I forgot to add cornstarch and made some kind of "carbonara soup" instead. Still quite a fun dish overall.

With the cooking done, we turned up the music, turned down the lights, grabbed some plates, and went into some photo-shooting frenzy. Donning on neckties I wear for work, we dubbed it the Necktie Birthday Party while posing in front of the cam and doing some wacky shots. Good thing someone owned an SLR, I don't think regular cameras would work with such dark lighting and fast movements.

We ate, laughed, danced, and posed some more. Much so that we went past midnight and drained all our calories. It was like our own private disco club, minus the awkward strangers. We were on our own fun little world and it was the best.

The gifts came later and I got some chocolate rice balls, a Tokyo Dome mechanical eraser thingy, a mousepad, and of course the cake. By that time, everyone was already half-asleep, and I was left to clean out the room and put away the dishes.

Tired, content, and overflowing with happiness, I ushered the people back to their homes, closed the door, rolled out my futon, and went into a dreamless sleep. I didn't have to blow a candle to have my wish come true.

Thank you guys, that night was awesome. Happy birthday to meee~!

Happy Birthday to Me~!!

Tonight, while waiting for midnight, my friend and I watched a dramatic Japanese romance movie. Not having popcorn or any snacks available at home, I decided to prepare some corn soup. I added some flair with a bit of garlic powder, butter, an egg, and melted in a slice of mozzarella cheese.

But right before the movie started, we found the soup a bit too... soupy. It was a delicious yet perfectly ordinary soup. So I grabbed some slices of loaf and broke it to bite size pieces, I let it soak in the soup, and voila, a filling supper you could eat quietly that's not too grand to steal away your attention from the show.

By the time the movie ended, it was nearly 12. But not wanting to waste time, I figured that maybe I should go and try to make some custard following BadAunt's recipe. If all goes well, I'll go and proceed to make a bigger batch by tomorrow.

This is my first time to cook custard, and I'm a bit uncomfortable with the lack of some ingredients. I decided to improvise and use bitter chocolate instead of vanilla extract to give it flavor.

I got worried when I was constantly stirring yet it was still quite watery. Was on the verge of adding a spoonful of cornstarch when I find that stirring began to be difficult. The custard's now a custard.

It worked!

The chocolate melted very nicely and the texture was velvety smooth. The smell was heavenly. I ran out of the kitchen holding my finished product when my friend shouted, "HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAYYY!!!".

12:00 AM

We danced around a bit while I kept on stirring the still hot custard (don't want the eggs to suddenly get lumpy). And then we got tired. Then sleepy. Then they went back to their houses and I was left stirring the warm pan of deliciousness. Actually, I felt warm all over.

Later when the sun's up, another friend will be arriving from another town (with a promise of bringing a cake). We'll start buying food and cooking stuff for the party. And now that I'm feeling confident about my recipe-guided cooking ability, I think I'm going to try making some egg carbonara. Wish me luck!

A Weekend and a Half

I've waited for this for so long, ever since my friends started taking their Obon vacations while I was stuck at the office. I've asked my company why on earth ours was the only one not doing so and they replied, "Because we are abnormal company. Very hardworking".

I definitely had to agree. It was so true.

But hey, even abnormal companies have to obey the law, lest they become abnormal law-infringers. And thus resulted in September's 3-Day Weekend! Though I'd have to thank the grandpeople for that, it's their holiday~

Yes, every second Monday of September is 敬老の日 (Keirō no hi) or Respect for the Aged Day as dictated by the Happy Monday System; Japan proposed to move some holidays to Mondays in order to have long weekends. Pretty thoughtful.

I've read that this is the time where they take the opportunity to feature old people and their lives on TV. And with Japan having an overflowing population of people over 70, and a series of Guinness World-Record 'Oldest Person' title holders, I'd guess the media will be "having a picnic" so to speak.

And to top the holiday off with a Japanese Toffee Apple, there's an on-going matsuri just outside my building! I went down to buy some lunch (a measly Sea Chicken onigiri) and while standing in line a foreigner exclaimed, "Oh look! There's a festival! How lovely~" which sent me running out the store and into the plaza.

I wish to thank the heavens for the blessing of a cool early-Autumn temp and bright blue skies, to which I was able to enjoy the matsuri and the stalls it had put out. I'm not sure what the festival was all about, but I'm guessing it's either for Autumn or for the Respect for the Aged Day. Either way, I had fun. While roaming around, I found a friend roaming around also, then we went and gawked at everything; from the water balloon game, to the shooting gallery, the sweet ampan bread pastries, yakisoba, and much more.

When we realized that lunch break was over and it was time to return back to the office, my friend decided to buy a couple of yakitori sticks for me. And off I went munching on grilled chicken. Yum!

I like how today has begun to be so much fun, preempting the 3-day weekend. Tomorrow's my birthday, then the day after that we're planning to go to a local highschool's festival, then by Monday we'll bum around and maybe go off to watch a movie. And to think that next week, there's going to be another holiday coming up.

Japan and its holidays at its best.

Vendo Update

This'll be an addendum to my previous entry.

Just this morning, the vending machine got two new drinks again. I'm not sure why they suddenly decided to replace the drinks one by one, but this recent development got us running for our mugs.

Jasmine Tea and Calpis!

I'm not a fan of the tea, unlike all of the people here, but I am of Calpis. And now the whole office smells like Spring. Not sure if you know Calpis, but it's a popular drink here in Japan. Sometimes it's carbonated, sometimes diluted in water; it's a milky, citrus-like drink. Actually you could say it's a yogurt drink. Much as I like Calpis, I still regret the fact that it replaced the Ginger Ale... a drink I never fail to have everyday. =(

Anyway, when the jasmine began to permeate the room, I felt a sense of nostalgia. I looked it up and lo! I found out that my country's national flower (Sampaguita) is none other than a specie of jasmine! I can't believe I haven't associated them before... I've always commented on the fact that whenever my mom would have a cup of jasmine tea, it smelled like sampaguita.

Hmm... I think the vendo will run out of jasmine tea quite soon. Oh well, Calpis FTW~

Nihon Ryokaku Tetsudō Kabushiki-gaisha

I think it's high time I formally thanked Japan and its uber-convenient railway system.

I've come from a country where there are currently only 4 major passenger railway lines available, compared to Japan having one of the largest passenger railway company in the world! And that's just JR East, one of Japan Railway's seven companies (I've read Wikipedia's article about JR East, and I can't even begin counting the railway lines it has!).

Of course when I first came here, I was overwhelmed to say the least.

"There are TVs inside the trains! Oh it's a cooking show!"

"Wow, they're really on time... up to the minute! Maybe even to the seconds!"

"Look at those tracks, there must be a dozen beside ours!"

"This is a railway map?! And it doesn't even include subways yet!?!"

"I thought I stepped out to a mall... awesome station!!!"

"Hey, I'm being crushed by a mob! Oof~ Cool!!" and so on...

Then it became routine, and after that well, let's just say I don't shout anymore whenever the train switches tracks. I even fall asleep while riding nowadays. And to think I used to take my camera whenever I ride the train~

Though, I feel so 'cool' whenever I encounter a ticket gate and I pull out my Gucci wallet (gift from Aunt, dunno if it's original), wave it a bit, and swipe it with a flair on the scanner. All with a fluid motion and a stoic face. Though there was a time when I mistook the screen with the blue arrow as the scanner and I kept rubbing my wallet till a staff member came and told me that I'm rubbing it at the wrong place... or when my wallet slipped from my grip and ended up on the 'other side' of the gate... or that time I swiped my card too fast, realizing that it's already expired when red lights came out, and ended up trapping the woman in front of me to get stuck at the gate... among other things.

What I love about commuting here is the fact that you get to live in another prefecture and still be able to come early for work, with half an hour to spare. And for me, who oversleeps everyday, it's a lifesaver! And although the train fare isn't certainly something to joke about, the convenience, the punctuality, and the passionate service they offer is definitely worth every Yen.

Oh, I've just found out an alternative route that will save me fifteen minutes of walking everyday. AND it took me less than a minute to have my train pass updated for me by a train station staff. AND then discover that it's even cheaper than my previous fare!

And would you believe me if I tell you that this cat runs a train station all by herself? Seriously.

She even earned the title Super-Station Master - the 5th highest rank in the company! Making her the only female with a managerial position and thus earning an office of her own too! Probably because when they gave her the job, sales went up 17%. Now if that's not a reason for promotion, go deceive yourself.

Super-Station Master Tama. The 'super' makes all the difference doesn't it?

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Onions and Lemons

For those who didn't know, I have one of the most coveted tables at the office. I sit beside a vending machine that serves drinks for free! (along with the ￥100 snack bar and ice cream fridge). Though it doesn't bode well for my shattered tooth now that potential cavity-makers have direct contact with my molar insides.

Anyway, I am proud to announce that we now have new drinks up for grabs:

Onion Tea and Vitamin C!


Usually I'd go for a mug or two of Royal Milk Tea or some Extra Creamy Cocoa, but I think I just have to try these new ones out. They're weird enough to solicit a double take, but I'm guessing they don't taste as good as Qoo (what I'm drinking right now).

Bad news is, to make way for the radical delights, they removed one of my regular treats: Mango Au Lait. I guess it wasn't as popular as the Iced Expresso or the Ginger Ale... but hey, someone likes it, so don't remove it!

Well it's obvious that I'll take my daily dosage of Vitamin C from a vending machine from now on, but I can't just imagine sipping Onion Tea... I've read reviews and they said it stinks and tastes horrible! But at least it cures congestion and coughs.

Waitaminute. Vitamin C... Onion Tea...

*gasp!*

I think they're trying to make us healthy!


Update: Vitamin C tastes like lemonade and I still don't have the guts (nor any of my officemates) to try the onion drink. Bring back my Mango au Lait~!

Carrots of Might

Who knew boiled carrots were so dangerous?

One fine evening, I was at my neighbor's to help them with some cooking. Apparently, my white sauce recipe (the only thing I could cook decently here) is quite a hit! And now they're planning to combine my sauce, with their stir-fried veggies (the only thing they could cook properly).

So off I go with my creaminess, threw in the veggies, and came up with a nameless vegetarian delight. Of course, when they weren't looking, I threw in a dash of garlic powder, chili powder, a pinch of salt, and a small puff of pepper.

Somehow they managed to notice the pepper... a budding connoisseur perhaps?

And then to show their gratitude, they've let me have a bowl of the stuff on top of steamed rice. Oh, and they also have leftover noodles, so they gave that to me too. I was terribly hungry, starving even, that night so I mixed them all up and gobbled a dollop.

I was careless. As soon as I sank my teeth, I knew something has gone wrong. Horribly wrong.

Well there was the crisp broccoli, mushy carrots, hard tooth, crunchy onion... wait... tooth...?

A check with my tongue, and I found out that a molar at the lower-right side has shattered. It was now like a C-shaped hollow mess. And then I panicked. I immediately spit out the mush on the kitchen sink and found my tooth (most of it) embedded on the abominable carrot. Staring at it didn't really help my tooth much, but it abated my panic. Never before have I stared down a tooth-embedded carrot mush with such contempt.

*groan* I don't know what to do with my tooth, and I find the thought of going to a Japanese dentist quite daunting (based on the accounts I've read about them). Not like I have any other choice now do I?

Somebody help me find a good, if not normal, dentist!

It's Payback Time!

And here I was looking forward for my payday... Most of it's already considered spent... *sigh*

I somehow made a mistake of underestimating expenses last month. I was confident that even if I buy a new laptop, things could still be afforded and food will always fill the fridge.

Boy, was I wrong. And being wrong in Japan is unacceptable. And armed with the motivational fear of being an unacceptable foreigner in Japan, I decided to ask for help. Where else? From friends of course! And it'd be better if they were next-door neighbors too, that would save you some train fare and much needed energy.

Anyway, I somehow managed to survive August and its laundry-stinker rainy days... But with a cost. A cost that would hunt me till my paycheck arrives.

And to think that my paycheck arrived today. *dun dun dun dunnnn!*

Thanks to these 'accounts payable', I'm having a hard time trying to whip up a plan on what to do (rather, what I could do) for my birthday coming this weekend...

Well I pretty much learned my lesson; it'd be foolish not to. But of course, old habits die hard. Recent ones harder. Which led to me going on another splurgefest last Saturday and ending up with bags of sausages, a pack of Napolitan spaghetti sauce, biscuits, eggs, mozzarella slices, and a carton of milk from Hokkaido. Anyone have any suggestion on a recipe?

D'oh!

Have you ever tripped on nothing, banged your head, said 'sorry' to a lamp post and 'thank you' to sympathizing spectators?

I did. And it was such a humid afternoon too...

My team mates and I were just returning from one of our lunch-outs when it happened. So here I am walking peacefully with a content smile on my face and covered in hard-earned sweat (the restaurant was quite the walking distance away), when suddenly I tripped. I don't know what caused my feet to stumble like that, and it was my curiosity to find out that furthered my embarrassment:

I tripped, so of course I looked back to find out what-the-frap caused me to trip but found nothing. Instead, I found myself suddenly in front of a jumbo lamp post. With no time to react, I squeezed my eyes shut and braced for impact.

Oof~

Inertia caused my arms to swing forward while I became a helpless witness as my arms hugged the post without my consent. Without control, my forehead banged on the said lamp post, and because it was covered in rubber (don't ask) my head re-bounced. I was slowly regaining consciousness and common sense by that point and managed to control my neck to prevent a second banging. It all happened within 2-3 seconds.

After which, I immediately untangled myself from the post and said "Sumimasen" (sorry) to it. I figured it'd be best to say 'sorry' in Japanese since it was a Japan-based lamp post, but that's just my banged head talking.

If that wasn't enough, I found (to my horror) that my boss, and the boss of my boss, and my team mates, and everyone else that happened to witness the show, was staring and you could really feel the strain on their faces as they tried not to laugh. The energy produced was so palpable in the atmosphere, I wouldn't be surprised if steam was produced somewhere...

Someone managed to ask, "Daijobu na no ka?" (are you all right?) to which I replied, "Ah! Arigatou..." (thank you). There was a huge crowd of blank stares involved and everyone began to sweat. Mine was already dry, in fact I was shivering.

Then someone laughed.

And the world was fine once again.

金曜日

I feel good~ Nana nana nana naa~ *dances* After a long time of being bummed, this has got to be one of the best Fridays yet!

• Results of the JLPT 2 (Japanese Language Proficiency Test) mock exam came back; I didn't pass, yet my sensei said I improved a whopping 130%!
• Last night a representative from my company came by and told me that my pay will be a day late, and to compensate for such inconvenience, gave me a salary advance! Woot.
  
• After scourging bookstores everywhere in search of a JLPT 2 application form (which were all sold out, they said), I found out that there's a bookstore right inside my office building; one that still has a form available! I bought one a while ago, at last!
  
• I found a wonderful book (same store) about Japan's monsters and ghastly myths, and it's in English! Wow, it had a bargain price too! Of course, I snatched it right away... can't wait to read it on the train ride home!
• And to top it all off, I'm now munching on some Pocky sticks and gulping down a cup of my fave iced milk tea.
• Oh, and tomorrow's a Saturday. The best of them lot yet!

Ahh.... Absolute and total bliss~

Torotoro Omurice

A Thursday cannot be a Thursday without its special luncheons. And so, I present you, Torotoro Omurice!

I've had omurice before and it was so-so (rice mixed with ketchup, wrapped in an omelette, and topped with ketchup), which was why I was surprised when I found out that my order wasn't ketchup-ish! Well, there was ketchup on top of the omelette, but not as much as what I had before~

Anyway, the salad with vinegrette came first; nothing much, just shredded lettuce, carrots, raddish, cucumber, and a huge tomato. Everyone were already eating their steaks and my order was last to arrive. The wait was definitely worth it though...

It was amazing!

My plate probably dominated the table, it was huge and square, and at the middle sat the biggest omurice you've ever seen, surrounded with beef slices in demiglace sauce, and a sprinkle of aesthetic parsley bits. I stared at it till my glasses fogged up. It was a glorious moment. Although it might've been attributed to the fact that I was hungry .

I picked up a spoon, the biggest I could find (there were different kinds of spoons there, pretty fancy place, that), and tore into the perfect omelette shell, thus releasing steam and more heavenly aroma.

First bite in and I can already realize that it was the best ever. Ever been. Ever will be.

The hint of a 'spaghetti sauce' taste in the beef Demiglace with the neutral creamness of the buttered rice and egg omelette was so surprising, I had a heartburn. At last, something to absolutely die for. I haven't felt like this since I've had my first fettucini carbonara as a kid, afterwhich, I became addicted to white sauces and italian food, especially pasta.

Ahhh~~~ Torotoro. Omu. Rice. Dai. Suki.

And the best part is, as usual, it was all FREE.

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