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Bleak outlook

a rainy day in Tokyo identified by the fact that when you look out the window at all a foggy gray veil hangs. Only on the 2nd Look before you make the dim background of colorless drop of a screen and grabs one before leaving the house.
This week, it rained almost constantly. In the foyer of Siemens Towers then great carpet tracks are on the black stone floor and just behind the front door an umbrella splash collection equipment is available (sorry, I do not know how to call it otherwise).
From the office in the 20th Stock then form concrete sea and sky a color-clear picture.
The last days were also determined by a little cold and a series of farewell parties. The Siemens Zoo missed his toad and now we have the future in karaoke make do without French reinforcements. Who am I now sing My Immortal?
The sentiment appropriate to the sky is crying. But of course it is not sad forever.
Around the time the weather and the related views of the Office to clarify: On a clear day you can see up to the mountains on the horizon, actually, to Fuji. Only in that they pull up 3 blocks a new 40-storey skyscraper, is the panorama from lately, more simple.
But it is still breathtaking. Especially at night when the lights are distinguished from the millions of windows shilouette the high-rises in the darkness. Then, the Tokyo skyline from the forth what is expected of her. After a long day at work I am always fascinated by the window and look at the city.

Here for all who are interested (border), nor the activities of the past few weeks:
farewell party with clubbing followed by a sushi dinner at Tsukiji, Karaoke (several times), Sushi Roll course (I hate it when rice glueing my fingers), visit the Singapuris (Kill Bill restaurant in Roppongi, Harajuku and Omotesando with Meiji Shrine Tour, Shinjuku Gyoen Park which includes a first Sakura images), Chinese New Year parade in Chinatown Yokohama.
Today: Gammel Sunday :-)

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highlights and lows of love bite without gagging

Yesterday I was with Kiki in Ueno. For the 2 Originally, I am time last week on Sunday times on the recommendation I went there for a bit in Ueno Park to stretch your legs. And then I discovered along the way Ameyoko. A maze of side streets to the railroad tracks of the Yamanote Line ramschigem with wonderful flair. There, fish fillets and seaweed are offered for sale, there are street stalls in addition to green tea scented with egg omelette. Two blocks away, fills a barker for 1,000 yen a plastic bag filled to the brim with chocolate.
midst of this hustle and bustle I discover them and rekindled an old passion in me to ... Bargain bins. Actually "rummage" has a very benevolent formulation. They call themselves "outlets" in this narrow and very austere shops are simple boxes on the ground. In it are piling clothes of any color, shape, size and brand. Feel-good factor when buying experience = 0, but judging from the prices for everything from very close to the top fell out of the truck.
When I asked whether credit cards are accepted, the seller only breaks into laughter and my already chronic financial viscous forces me to limit myself to the moment with a blue Adidas jacket and tracksuit bottoms.
But I'll be back. This Saturday I'm Kiki in tow. I have paid you for that is what I told my jacket. (600 yen ... still runs to me at the thought of a well shiver down the spine) And as we both fresh Fitnessclubberinnen are registered, this is the perfect time to stock up with adequate training wardrobe. Side by side we stand on the boxes, sisters in the spirit of pulling pants for trousers from the textile mountain before us, forcing us as a couple in a tiny dressing room and succumb to a real buying frenzy.
Yield: 6 Sport Pants (5x 1x adidas Reebok) 2 Training Jackets (1x adidas, Reebok 1x) 1 pair of sneakers (adidas ...) and 2 bags (including adidas) - that was now only share my understanding, is self-ne ? When we strip out of sheer see only asterisk, we make our way back home endorphinbeflügelt.
put in my apartment, I realize that left its mark on the shopping marathon for me added. On each wrist I have a small bruise knutschfleckartigen. Witnesses of the heavy canvas bags that have cut himself on the arduous journey up the Gotanda Hill deep into my flesh.
At least I can now air-conditioned, stylish and ideal to make the stepper in the Ness Tip ...

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Knut's the second: Are you f * ckin 'natto?!

"If you have not eaten natto, then it was not in Japan." Hieu says, the joker and pushes me in the sushi bar slowly toward a small plate.
But the look is reminiscent wrapped in seaweed vomit. Even the smell, I must have repressed again. But the taste! Rather, the combination of a very difficult to put into words the taste and slimy texture make this bean porridge to the - by far - Eating disgusting thing I ever came between the jaws. Yes and there is this stuff still persists. With each sip approach uses the gag reflex. Definitely a half a minute I try it again and again. No chance.
As if the day does not already have enough to puke.
Try: The best rinsing. Quick! Beer! Where is the beer? Oh right, boots on Hieu. There was not only sushi in this locality, there was also a fully automatic Biereinschenkautomaten. Class of simply throwing money inside, and the glass is completely filled up to the mark and provided with a foam head. And of course, was murder Hieu proud us so that he could perform a miracle of engineering life. Sun all we went but not fully automatic. Here we are four people in front of the beer vending machine, expectant throw our 500-yen coins and think ... Something is missing but now ... And the beer pours jet already in a high arc to shoes, carpet, and just all in a radius of 2 meters, as we find perplexing: there would actually still have a glass rausplumpsen from a vending machine .... This action has no doubt saved my day!
Back natto. must confess to my shame, I am afraid that I completely surrendered before the Japanese secret weapon was. to do nothing. The stuff was not down. So I eventually reached Martina pity a pace back and I habs spat. Who
effeminate for me now has this, get the corresponding Wikipedia entry for anybody. Underpinned, with very vivid images ...
Prost meal. Makes good times. I'll thump me on the ear.