Fukuoka

I had a better hotel in Kumamoto, but the livehouse was just around the perimeter of the park, a park I bet I could see from my room if my viewing angle was right. This was the second leg of the Kyushu tour of an idol group I follow. ‘Follow‘ sounds such a casual description, though. I’m here in Fukuoka just for this, so I better call myself ‘a big fan‘.

The early afternoon sun, the early December chill, swing music from the cafe across me, some convenience store snacks. I had all these with me on that park, on a bench, where an old man was picking fallen autumn leaves a second ago. He’s retired since to the cafe. He’s now talking to -I’m assuming here- his wife. Scenes of possible Murakami storylines come flooding in. The block was a mix of medium-rise apartment buildings, and shorter buildings with stores on the first floor. Ten steps away from the cafe was a heavy metal clothing shop.

I gave myself an extra day here. I had ideas. Oyster shucking and grilling at huts somewhere remote. Or see the beach you can reach by subway. A buoy of regret was bouncing in my mind, too, but it wasn’t anything I paid full attention to during my trip: I should’ve skipped this extra day, so I could catch more idol shows in my next destination, Tokyo.

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Kumamoto

The airport was small. To commute downtown, I had to use a vending machine that dispenses tickets for the limousine bus. There wasn’t much to see on my way to the hotel, but the imaginary, cold pins stayed erect on my skin. It was my birthday, the first of December, and I’ve descended on Japanese soil for the first time. Well, I was in Tokyo first, had a serene half-hour waiting time with my co-passengers -proper, business-attired folk- for the Kumamoto-bound flight. There was a fleet of students off to somewhere else. I was on my second water bottle, and handling new currency added to my heightened senses

The cashier at the convenience store in front of my hotel looked like a foreigner, and I had a reluctant thought that maybe I should strike a conversation in English. No, I didn’t have to, so I didn’t. I had my snack at the hotel lobby, since it wasn’t check-in time yet. Around an hour later, I had my arms around Kumamon, the black bear mascot of the area, who has an “office” at a mall nearby. I bought postcards, went back, and slept.

Past eleven in the evening, I was in line with salarymen at a ramen shop, and had an emotional moment when I was handed a glass of icy water, along with my food. See, I’ve been based in Shanghai for some time, where, say, after hours of apartment hunting, back in their office, the real estate agent will hand you hot water in a plastic cup for refreshment. Every second consuming that bowl of noodles was immensely delightful, and I only had a photo to remember it.

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The State of Things

An “old” online term came up on a podcast I was listening to the other day: the blogroll. This link list of blogs you want visitors to know about, or friends. Another thing that came up in that interview pre-blogging platform era: Movable Type. Anyone who had an online existence before 2000’s -way before this current onslaught of mass-presence online- would be sure to grow some nostalgia horns, and wear them proudly.

I never got to install those Movable Type CGI plugins, so WordPress (post-Cafelog times, I remember!) was a neat thing, since blogging didn’t feel so bare-bones anymore. Fast forward to a few weeks ago, when I knowingly had my domain and webhosting expire. Namecheap had my account expiry on a grace period, so I did renew everything. It felt like playing a worn guitar you won’t ever touch again because it lost its charm, when you have shinier, better things to mess around with, but it has your name on it.

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When studies find where people stay the most online, I don’t think I even finish reading past the results from the headline. I’m on Youtube daily, and after reviewing this channel, surgically stripping songs I love/d from my youth, I instantly realized that more than half of what I was deciding to spend my time on was garbage. Learning was ideal, but I didn’t have to understand music theory, and take a test after. Music, of course, is the exception.

Browse smart! Better yet, browse smarter!

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I’ve had my mind on making a vlog, and I’ve surrendered willingly to also accept that as a viable word. I’ve done podcasts before, and the production and the feedback I got was more than good, it was near heartwarming. A recent camera purchase almost had me convinced it was a good idea, because it can do 4K video. The idea doesn’t sound any good anymore. I don’t even have to write a list down to strike it off from my mind.

Maybe its not apparent, but recent events also made me understand that I have really no wanderlust in me, and the only place I know to be soul-quenching would be Japan. My feet set on Japan last December, and I’ve only a handful of photos and videos to show for it. Changing life-temperament?

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The current state is not limbo. Its all normal and fine over at Instagram, and my idol-centric self is active and social on Twitter, and this blog retains its purpose, much like a business card I hand over, all antiquated, like the gesture itself.

PassCode in Taipei

When Yennung handed me over my gig ticket last Sunday, the big relief that came wasn’t the overwhelming sort, maybe because the physical fatigue I’ve went through to be there (spent the night at the airport for an early morning Shanghai to HK to Taipei flight the day before) was still very present. More than a week ago, Yennung was an internet stranger who heeded my call when I showed interest in going to a concert in Taipei by posting on a Facebook fanclub. I wasn’t asking for anything specifically, but about 2 days after we chatted, I was looking at a photo of an electronically printed piece of paper that, figuratively, had my name on it.

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Ending 2016

December’s birthday trip was spent at Anhui Province, a few hours from Shanghai. Boarded a fast train, and the last 1/3 of the ride was done backwards, like we lost our way. I spent a day at Xidi Ancient Town, where I was lead to based on the premise that it was a nice place to take photographs, and that it was the second most touristy ancient town in the area, and therein strikes a good-enough balance for me. Worth going to? Good side-trip, good for an afternoon, but the place is dead after sunset, and I didn’t sense any promise of shooting at night.

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