Snow is the Informer: "A Licky Boom Boom Down"

(the subject today is in reference of course to great early 90s reggae-rap hit "Informer" by white Canadian rapper Snow (get it?), which made a brief come back tonight in my apartment after Mena gave me a link to the video)

This last couple days, I've been squeezing the most out of the few friends I do have here. I hung out a couple times with Takako, am going to hang out with my Australian friend Heath a couple times in the next few days, and tonight I went out to eat with Chong-ri for our belated-by-one-week pizza party. After finding the Sendai Pizza Hut, and finding out that, like American Pizza Huts, you can only order for delivery or take home (ie, not tables), we went in search of another place to eat. Luckily, just down the road was a cute little joint called "Pizzeria de Napeles" or something. We sat down to a cheese pizza, a salami calzone, and two bottles of Yebisu (which, is by the way, much more bitter than I remember it being). I enjoyed the food quite a bit, but my Korean counterpart kept complaining that the dough wasn't thick enough and Pizza Hut would have been better. Allright, allright. Next time we'll get pizza hut. Geez. Oh, and one thing that drives me crazy when I'm with Chong-ri is that her Japanese isn't that good, but she talks in this really, really loud voice all the time. Even when we're in a quiet place (like the restaurant). It's like she has no sense of HOW LOUD SHE IS TALKING. And Japanese people like to look at foreigners funny, they all start looking at us funny. And in Japan, you're supposed to be mindful of not annoying people around you, so yeah, it's problematic. I kept trying to tell her to keep her voice down, but to no avail. It's very embarrassing. But yeah, uh, she's still really cool and all.

I can hear the monks at the nearby temple banging their drum to start the day, so it must be 6 AM here. Why am I still awake. Good night.