Japanese and innovation comes hand in hand. They are a creative bunch who can think of the weirdest thing; like this….
Ahh, the japs…they start from young.
Ahh, the japs…they start from young.
The people (mainly guys) are mad about Pachinko. It is like pinball with metal balls. People actually queue up before the place open to get their favourite seats. The metal balls they win are used to echange for goods. This is done to get around the law as exchanging for money is illegal. The goods are usually sold for cash at some shops. The place is loud and smoky. Hmm, I want to learn and try it once.
They are not as efficient as I thought they will be. Applying for internet will prob take at least 2 weeks for it to be activated. Handphone process will take abt 2-3 hours.The forms to fill up is very tedious, you even have to write your working address. Applying for internet / credit cards is through the mail, and if you made a mistake, it will be sent back to you and you have to correct it and send it back. This is come and go a few times before it is approved. Banks don’t even give you the atm card immediately. You have to wait for a about 1 week and find your card in the mailbox.
I recalled the last time I came over here for interview, they have really cool handphones. But now, I don't see one which wows me. They currently have digital tv live streaming and good internet surfing, that is about it, nothing really mind blowing. The big difference is that they have a huge range of phones to choose from. The most innovative phone I see is Casio 5.1mp phone. One other thing is that they are not big for PDA phones at all. The choices for such phones are limited to abt 5-8. And the operators which hold them are usually the small players with smaller coverage.
Phone plans over here sucks. They have only abt 60mins of free minutes. They cannot send sms to different providers; as such they email each other instead. They charge by 30sec blocks which actually adds up to alot. They have very complicated signing up system and 3 times more types of plans (does not help it is all in jap). Another thing is the phone models are exclusive to providers. As such, it is actually better to decide the providers then choose a phone they have.
The japs don't really slow down their speaking or use simpler terms even when they know you do not know the language well. I end up nodding my head and saying ' hai hai' often. It is really a difficult language to learn.
Recycling is a big thing over in
There is abundant walking. 20mins to the train from my dorm and another 20mins from the train station to the training center. The heat just makes is worst. I hate to arrive at a place already dripping and the whole day you feel sticky and gross. There is a bus, but it cost about $2.50 per ride. Taxis here are insane; flag down rate is about $8.50.
They are not very big on the NETS and Credit card culture. The banks even charge you for drawing out money when it is not working hours. But you can link your transport farecard and payment method to your handphone.
All in all, life over here is pretty good. I have not much complains. The biggest disappointment is that the dormitory rules are even stricter then hall in uni days. I have no idea why they are being such a pain. 30% of the people here are middle aged and the rest are all adults. I understand they are alittle more vigilant due to a case of a drunken man stalking a girl back to her room. But now there are extreme, no access to the girls rooms unless you sign a book. No visitors after
Here are some photos of my dorm...
Recycling room with many different bins for the various kinds of rubbish
Place to hang out, buy some drinks etc
My friends did something that has never been tried before in the HQ.....
Japan Trains...
We went to check out their version of Courts - Big Camera and Odobashi Camera at
Along the way, I pass a place with the branded shops like Gap, Zara etc. I saw something I never see in
Tried to call back from the phone booths, really expensive I must say. 100 yen probably gets you 30 seconds to call back
Walked out for dinner at Matsuya, a place where you purchase tickets for food you want from a machine and then present it to the waitress. The seat is usually like a bar and the food comes really fast. Food is not fantastic, but price is cheap for
I realized I forgot to bring my laptop power adapter when unpacking . How stupid can that be? I had to ask my sister to DHL it over. Not much of a rush for it as the next few days will be busy with paper work and etc.
The night before, my heart started to feel jittery. A heavy pressure seemed to press me down. I feel so weighted as I walked around my house soaking in every detail of the place. I finally understand what it feels to leave your own country for somewhere so foreign. I desperately tried to find something to occupy my mind. Went out for supper with friends, chatted online, packed my bag, watched TV and just daydreamed. I could not sleep which is very unusual for me. Finally manage to grab an hour nap after reading the next morning newspaper.
As the time to leave for the airport arrives, I felt really heavy hearted. I desperately wanted to spend some alone time with the girl, but I could not as my whole family was around. I had my hands filled with the two princesses. They probably will not remember me by the time I come back for a visit. That is such a sad thought for me. I want to be there for them, I want to bring them out to Sentosa, to eat ice cream and to give them Christmas presents. I want to do so many things with them, to be the uncle my relatives were to me and even more.
As I sat in the car towards the airport, I was silent. I just sat there looking at the images zoom pass me. I recalled the times when I was young, when I was growing up and when I finally graduated. I remembered so much. Everything flashed past me. I was sms-ing replies to well wishes I received. I sms the girl, even though she was just behind. Something to remember me I hope.
I was pretty suprised by the number of friends that came to send me off. Different groups from different parts of my life. I had to run round and round talking to them. Truly, thank you. I was really grateful to hang on to a little piece of my history. Thank you and all the best to you all. I'm sorry that I could not spend more time chatting at the airport. Thanks for the gifts, spending a few hours to say goodbye. As I said before, Thanks for everything and I apologize for times I was an ass, for the times I was the unfeeling bastard. Hey, that is why I’m your friend right?







My family decided to leave earlier as my 2 nieces needed to sleep. The two girls kissed me, threw me flying kisses without knowing that I will not be around anymore. My heart sank as I watched them wave to me. I could not prolong the goodbyes with my family. I sweeped through the handshakes and hugs as my eyes watered. I hope none of them wondered why I did not speak much to them, it really took a lot to just say goodbye without breaking down.

Saying goodbyes to my friends at the gates was 'easy' as I cracked jokes. As I hugged the girl, my mouth dried. Nothing came out. I knew I could not stay long. I turned and laughed my way through the gates. I don’t really have much recollection of the journey to
Thank you my friends, for the time we spent together and for being there.
Sorry for the times I faulted. I hope we leave those times behind.
Thank you my family, for everything. You molded me to who I am.
Sorry for being difficult and aloof.
Thank you my girl, for being there for me.
Sorry.
Goodbye……for now.
The last 1.5 months have been really hectic, with me running around meeting people and preparing for 'The day'. I was running about saying my final fairwell and preparing myself mentally till the visa was postponed. I went for another round of drinks with my good friends. They are probably wondering if I was really leaving (In fact I was wondering if I was leaving). With all the good food and drinks, I manage to gain alot of weight, which hopefully will be gone really soon.
I will like to thank those who made time to meet up with me. At least I hope they really want to meet me. And i apologise to the people whom I want to meet but did not have the chance too. I want to give you a good excuse, but I really can’t. The truth is by the time I am really ready to go; I am physically and mentally really tired of going out.
Gone away; to a land so diffferent,
where the culture is uniquely theirs.
Some place where no one knows me,
where I can start afresh.
A brand new me;
Another Ansley.
Leaving behind the past,
trotting away in the unused path.
The front looks so dark,
so cold as I walk with my shadow as company.
I bring only memories,
with the presence of me fading away.
Going with some regrets,
of the friends
of the family,
of the girl.
Hoping the time I return,
I will be a better man.