sex museum

Made it to the sex museum! Finally. You haven't seen Japan if you miss out on the sex museums...thats what the websites n brochures say atleast. It was two floors of air conditioned haven...considering the 40 degrees of july heat outside. Inside..despite the cool air...things were hot!! Needless to say why ofcourse. So we saw them all dicks, dicks and more dicks... of all shapes n sizes. The humungus whale penis, the twisted one of a pig, chimpanzes, lions(disappointed), dogs, cows, zebra's, giraffes... what have you!! Then a myriad of Phallus Gods from different cultures around the world, the bizzare "penis case" of Papua New Guniea(can't look at the png boys frm school the same way now), the hindu mythological gods in full sexual glory, a chick atop the meditating Buddha, a million different sex positions potrayed in various forms of sculpture and art, bondage stuff, Slave and master, the seven dwarfs fucking a happy slutty snow white (this was way cute!) ekcetera...
We even sat through a japanese porno flick in the mini theatre there. At first it was just us 4 girls, taking the back seat..legs rested high..relaxed andn enjoying....then a few men walked in and ruined it!!...or maybe we ruined it for them with our giggling like a bunch of high school girls and our sound effects imitating japanese orgasms. As for the men, they were dead serious, watching with sick desperation printed in bold on their faces.
The second floor..yup..more penis! A few boobs here n there. But mostly penises! Penis penis everywhere but not a ...erm... there in the limelight..made of rubber, exquisitely carved wood or plastic. I rode a rodeo bull machine...peeked through holes in the toilet stall...and in the end of it all...the souviner shops...stood calling..ready to rip us off! We didnt give in although the penis lollipop in kinky pink wud've been one hell of a good suck!
Went to the Jigoku's* lit. hells* or natural hot springs next. Apparently all closes at 5 pm and it was past 5, so we casually walked in anyway, which was a good thing- even if it meant seeing less of whats really there to see- coz this way its for free! Here's how you do it..so if the place closes at 5..make it at around 5:15 ish...the main reception is closed and no one's there but you can still enter the premises provived the gate is not bolted shut*only in few cases*. The staff is usually enagaged in cleaning at this time and because of the dense white smoke and the sounds from the gurgling boiling hot spring, you can walk past them unnoticed!! So we walked in on two places that way, cooly strolling past a cleaning staff's back, checking out the beautiful 90 degree natural geysers, a hippopataumus beating the heat, peacocks, etc. The cleaning guy caught us on our way back and the poor thing was surprised how we got in at all!! He was about to charge us the entrance fee but we gave the 'confused and lost tourist' performance and escaped that ordeal. It was a hot sticky summer day, was alright...but now am back home realy really tired ...and have to do sum major packing coz tomorrow its impossible! Got work at the restuarant in the morning tomorrow and later at night the summer festival n fireworks on the beach.
Day after...its bye bye house!!:( Leaving my one-room hilton paradise for crammed spaces at a friends place. Will be sharing with 4 other ppl..my home for August!! After which i got no real address...altho its probably gna be sumwhr in the misty mosty scottish highlands.. going with the flow...bye bye japan. hel-lloo men in skirts!!;)

Fanaa-destroyed in love

"Tere dil mein meri saason ko panah mil jaye , tere ishq mein meri jaan fanna ho jaye...."

"Rone de aaj humko do aakhen sojane de, baahon mein le le , aur khud ko bhi jaane de. Hai jo seene mein kaid dariya woh chot jayega, hai itna dard ke tera daman bheeg jayega...."

"Adhuri Saans thi dhadkan adhuri thi adhure hum,Magar ab chand pura hai fhalak pe aur ab pure hain hum.

flashback

So we're chilling late at night in the awesome beach guest house(dont look at the high rise, its the small shacks in the front) and after one too many Okinawa aowamori sake's with fake cola, Ryota,this guy who drove us around the island earlier, asks me if he can use my legs as a hiza makura. I didn' t really understand but I do know what a makura(=pillow) is and the way his eyes were fixed on my bare legs, i could guess what he meant. I obviously diverted his attention away from my legs and made some lame joke out of it and got out of the situation.. That was then...3 days ago.
Now I come back from my holiday and am back at what I do best when i'm home i.e surfing the WWW, the geek that i be. I came across this hiza makura concept in some japan site and nearly fell out of my chair!!I had forgotten about it but just reading the word ..I remembered it and it came back all too well. I finally get it!

So the deal with this Hiza makura is that there is apparently a bit of culture behind it. In Japan, men and women, seem to have this thing about laying their heads on their mothers knees and having their ears cleaned with a Q-Tip. So that feeling of lying your head on your mothers', or girlfriends' lap is apparently really really desireable for males as they get older. Weird?? Read on...


As things go in Japan, everything needs to be made ready-to-use for the ever willing consumers.Hiza makura bearing no exception to this rule. This product consists of the lower half of a woman in a skirt, sitting in the seiza position, and is made out of some ultra skin like material!! BBC even had an news story about it way back in 2004! Apparently it was all sold out!! each for about $90! NB* Do not miss the guy's face in the article. What a creep!*


So then, thats the story about my very own hiza makura incident!! Although , I would still like to think of Ryota as the cool local guy with that hot tan, instead of a 38 yr old, single, creep! He was hilarious!

homecoming of the confused soul!

Back from za holiday. was nice and the place was just so beautiful. met some amazing chilled out folks 0n the island.Not trying to consider my superb gift of short term memory but one may forget people over time..how they looked like (no matter how hot the bod or immaculate the tan!) or something funny they might have said but one can seldom forget the way they made you feel. Ok thats a distorted version of a beautiful quote i had read sumtime back. but it makes the same point. Those people at the island..made me feel like ....the last thing i was ...was a clueless tourist doing rounds of money extorting lame touristy places. They all made me feel like I was in someplace i cud call home coz after all an ideal vacation wud be to go places in search of bliss and fun- off the normal beaten track...not in search for lets say, an exotic bird sitting in a caged and simulated tropics. So that one day at Nago, among people with big hearts and bigger smiles, was truly my blue sky holiday. As opposed to that, Naha the capital reminded me too much of what i'd happily left behind. was still alright tho.

almost almost got a decent tan. thought i'd left a piece of me on the island...whatever it was soul ,heart, head or toe..its come running back to mamma! :) and italy won!eyaiyay..so is all cool for now. got a shit load of more time at hand to chill..sadly it's gta be wasted in this shithole of a place . i guess once again my frequent posting starts. will really try n resist the oh so tempting urge. it might be the hardest thing ive had to tackle so far!

I really wish i cud be in a different time and a different place at these restless times...its all about the weak yet smart choice of escaping or the being strong yet stupid choice of sticking around and dealing with what u clearly don't want. Fight or Flight!
Like jack johnson says..."i was sitting waiting wishing that u'd believe in superstitions then maybe u'd see the signs. lord knows that this life is cruel but i aint the lord no i'm just a fool..." If music be the language of souls...all of JJ's words are mine!

finally..the long due day to day journal on my trip to Okinawa.

When dreams turn to reality
Day 1: Reached Naha and took a monorail from the airport to the city centre. Walked out in what was the hottest the island had gotten since start of summer-35 degrees of humid heat and the sun burning my skin!Walked around trying to look for a cheap place to spend the night. We found a dormitory just above a liquer store in a ghetto like side of town. It was cheap alright and with it came dirty toilets, roaches and and an almost inhabitable square box for a dormitory with no fan! We decided to pay a little more and took the ac private rooms instead. It was a whle lot more decent and so we dumped our bags and got ready to start our holiday! the first place we hit was ofcourse..the beach. we took a taxi and haggled for a reasonable price (which goes on alot in okinawa by the way..so its way cool). We've got 2000 down to 800 yen even! The sight of the blue green sea dotted with swimmers and the warm sand with sunbathers and tanned lifeguards was sheer joy. While ass and cp didnt wait a minute longer to hit the water and the sand, adu n me went bikini shopping! an hour later...we got back to the beach and had a whole lot of fun in the sun. The locals were all so tanned, their skin tinted deep orange looked just heavenly. Ofcourse i couldnt expect to get that with a few hours of sunbathing! later when the sun had set and the beach got less crowded, we too headed off to a nearby pub and drank some cold beer and sang a few songs at the karaoke there. A perfect first day of vacation. Got back to the dormitory early and did some essential planning out for the next few days there in Okinawa- places to go, where to stay etc. A local girl from the dorm who spoke excellent english helped us out with that alot and by 3 am we had a plan. Those dreams we dreamt together..we were all realizing it, living it now.

Pacing life

Day 2: Left early for Nago on the North of the island. It was a two hour drive listening to unbearable italian opera ballads on the radio. Later we switched stations to an all american one..so what we got was a crazy american RJ, a few good songs and breathtaking sights along the highway by the sea. We finally reached Nago after what felt like ages and then began our hunt for the Nago guest house. The local girl who had helped us plan the trip had suggested this guest house for meeting 'wild fun' people. We did find the place after a good 45 minutes of asking around and getting lost and winding up in similar places again n again n again. The place looked like a shack which is what it really was. A bunch of shabby tiny wooden structures tightly scattered over a junkyard by the beach. Who would have known by the look of the place that it would be the very place where I had the most fun and memorable times while on vacation. The people were so laid back and chilled out. We were shown to our small room and given a tour of the place which took up barely 2 minutes(heres the kitchen, out back there are the showers and Done!) of our prime beach time. and then we hit the warm sand which was just 3 or 4 steps away from our room!! This beach was empty...not a soul ard other than the four of us ofcourse. And the view was just perfect..endless sea meeting the endless sky in the horizon somewhere very very far away. when it got too hot I sat with an okinawan beer on the hammocks back at the shack, the gentle n cool sea breeze brushin against my skin. Later we went kayaking which was a whole lot of fun. cp('nichan' at
Nago..hehe) n me on one, rowed our way far out to a rock.We headed back to the shore when it began to drizzle. It felt like cool ocean spray and was so refreshing. We had to walk quite a stretch of the beach dragging the kayak back to the shack. But then us being us..we dumped the thing in the middle of nowhere on the beach and the boys picked it up later in their jeep. Then I kicked around a football on the beach, spent a little more time by the waters and then we headed off for fruitsland and a few other places with Ryota and Chi , two amazingly tanned locals with big smiles and a bigger heart. We had got talking earlier and since we hadnt rented a car on the island, they decided to drive us around. What better than having a local showing us around the island? It was great, the ride on his van listening to jack johnson and taking in the island views was quite something. Fruitsland was sort of a drag. Lots of fruits, butterflies, brilliantly hued tropical birds and free tasting of cookies and cakes made from different kinds of fruits. After that was done, we didnt really have a 'to do 'thing on our list, so we asked Ryota to surprise us and take us places. He took us first to a nice okinawan restuarant as we were all so hungry. Ate a good meal, listening to the waterfall in the breezy open deck restuarant. Then he took us to a lookout point..sort of a cliff overlooking the sea below and miles n miles around.We spotted a tiny speck of an island far off and he decided to drive us there. Once we crossed the bridge to the other island everything was wild and natural, the maze of small unpaved dust roads leading down to the beach, with fields on either side, no people bustling about, no mcdonalds, no nothing. Just us in the car and nature at its best. The beach turned out to be a slice of heaven itself- small and secluded. It was truly beautiful. By now the sun was setting and we decided to watch the sun set off into the waters from another beach. Thats when our adventure started. Poor Ryota..despite being a local, he tried. and tried. and tried yet again, to get to that beach. but we just kept getting lost in those maze of small dust roads, which had fork pathways on every other turn. Finally after almost an hour of reversing and going round n round to find ourselves in the place where we started off, we just drove up on higher grounds and saw the remanents of the bright orange ball from the car. It was beautiful none the less. We also literally chased the rainbows while on our quest to reach the sun set. Saw them in full color and perfect arch, atleast about 5 different times. It was getting late by now so we headed back to the guest house, after collecting my cell phone along the road coz I'd left it in a tiny surf n fishing shop while asking for directions earlier in the day. Heck I didnt even miss it all that much..I was on a holiday for gods sake!:) Once home we all sat out on the deck, all the travellers in the guest house and the staff and we just chilled. Cold beer and aowamori okinawan sake, in the company of fun people. We talked, laughed and drank our way into the night. It was like one big family, a community of complete strangers. There were a few magical moments when we all shared comfortable silences just staring out at the moons reflection in the waters and the stars above the ocean. Nobody had a single care or worry in the world..atleast not then. not on this night. Ryota got the gang into more of the chill mode when he started struming his guitar and the shamisen( three stringed okinawa instrument). The sounds were heavenly. And he sang a few of my favourite songs including the japanese song nada sou sou, more than words and patience by GNR. Gotta love that guy, Ryota. He was so laid back and cool and funny as hell. He's a staff at the beach shack so he told us of hilarious and interesting incidents of the 'forever kissing' french couple and other travellers who stayed over at the guest house. Slept at 4 am that night with an excuse of waking up early the next morning...even though the now drunk Ryota, insisted I stay for the 5th "one last" drink!! But I did have to wake up early the next day as we were heading back down to Naha. It was a sad sayonara after uncertain promises of coming back again, I sure as hell wished to be able to have stayed a bit longer! The ride back to Naha was a silent one. I think each of us knew that that was a special time spent, memories of which will remain etched in our hearts for a long time to come.

Gradual Transition
Day 3: Back in the bustling capital, the previous day at Nago seemed like a distant and beautiful dream of pure shores. We stopped in Ryuku Mura-a traditional okinawa themed village on our way back to Naha. We caught a few performances there of Esa dance and Shamisen and saw Habu snakes as well . We checked into our hotel 'Sun Royal' and just dived into the plush beds coz we'd been sleeping on floors in the guest house and dorm. After a very 'fishy' lunch at the hotel's cafe resturant, we headed out to see the Shuri castle. The castle was so immaculate and rich with history and culture. Came back to the hotel and rested our tired feet a while then got ready for a saturday night out in town. We even bumped into a guy from the uni there , also on a holiday, with his girl. After checking out a few random shops along the kokusai doori(international shopping street), we looked around for good clubs. We found one and went in as the weather outside had started to get bad. A storm was due the next day!! So we danced in that club till the wee hours of the morning, took a taxi back to the hotel and slept like logs on our last night in Okinawa.

Back to Reality

Day 4: The next morning, we got a call from the hotel reception saying that we needed to check out at 11am! it was 11am and we were all in bed!! we hurried and took turns in the shower and packed our bags and left the room in the span of 30 minutes! We headed for the airport and browsed the shops there selling okinawa gifts and artifacts. Finally it was boarding time and we got on the flight back to home in Beppu! I slept throughout the one and a half hour flight as I was so tired from the previous night's clubbing. But those one and half hour of sleep was the most delicious sleep I've had for it was filled with dreams and memories of my 3 days in paradise!!

of offsides, postal fuck ups and sleep deprivation

Forget relationship and character analysis of determining whos from mars and who's from venus. The determining factor I think lies in one seemingly simple question, 'what is an offside'? You know you're from mars if you clear your throat and prepare to 'educate' the person with a 10 minute explanation or reach out for the nearest objects (salt n pepper shaker,beer cans,etc. ) to explain an offside. On the other side of the spectrum, you definately know you're from venus- no matter how much football you know-if yo
u use verbal abuse as a matter of fending off the question in the first place and then later get into a defense mode.
Example
Some twit: "So then, whats an offside?"
Venus: "What are you crazy, asking me that silly question? I mean, what the fuck? Do YOU know what the fuck it is? "
(Interpretation: ' Lets see.offside.hmm..happens alot during matches but I haven't the smallest clue!' )

As for me, its yet another breakthru evidence that I am undoubtedly from Venus (as if I had doubts haha). Well, I read up on it(offside for dummies)...so I now I won't be totally ignorant and therefore irritated at being asked the dreaded question. But I still can't seem to figure it out for sure. I mean the attacker can be in an offside position and still not be commiting an offside coz he's not interfering with the play? coz he's not active in play but oh ..just hanging out by the goal post? ugh. I quit. Atleast I know just about enough to understand and enjoy the game. Don't need to get into the gritty details. Thats what those refrees with flags are there for. Or maybe there's nothing to it! As in, am I trying to understand what I already know, thinking theres actually more to it! Well...we'll never know. :)
In other news:
Almost killed a post man today. Had slept at 6am after the match and at 12:56 the door bell rings frantically. I wake up and yell, "Fuck!~" and thomp my sleepy ass to the door. THOMP. THOMP. THOMP. THOMP.Blood boiling. forhead creasing. eyes narrowing. heart rate off the richter. So I opened the door and thrs this gay ass post man asking me if im somebody im not.Do I look Japanese?? I kept yelling What? What do u want? I scowled at that man and had a sudden surge of murderous instincts. I yanked the post out of his hands. Flapped it and slapped it on the door still yelling, "This is not me. Watashi jyanai...watashi JYAANNAII! " I handed him back the letter and slammed the door on his face. Came back to my bed thomping again and just when I thought I'd go back to sleep...my alarm went off at 13:00!! Bottomline: I haaate to be woken before my alarm goes off. Why do you think I set the alarm at that time anyway? SO I CAN WAKE UP BEFORE JUST TO WAIT AND HEAR IT GO OFF?? PHA....