Today was almost perfect

Today was almost a perfect day.

I don’t mean it in a negative way; it is a hard thing for one to have a perfect day, but to come close to one is bliss.
I started off my morning going to my favorite place in Kyoto: Papa Jons Cheesecake Factory. Every month they organize an event called The Flame where they have a wonderful combination of musicians, storytellers, and entertainers. Every time it is wonderful, and tonight’s was the last one of the year. I was talked into putting up some of my artwork at the restaurant by my *ahem* mother. It sounded like a good idea, and with a bit of pushing from her, I decided to give it a go. The night before, however, I was regretting the decision. Not only was I nervous about showing my art in public, but I was sick with a terrible cold and was dreading getting up at an early hour to take the canvases all the way. With a lot of water and salt though out the night, I managed to feel semi-decent in the morning and I dashed to the cheesecake shop.
With a bit of creative thinking from my lovely friend and owner of the shop, we hung them up.

Afterwards, we spent the afternoon chatting over coffee.
I can not describe how much I enjoyed the afternoon. We touched on many subjects, and I felt like the walls that I have up around certain people instantly disappear because of his sincerity. The conversation moved from topic to topic effortlessly. Religion, psychology, past, feelings, emotions, stories- we never ran out of things to talk about. I was extremely happy to have the chance gain a little more knowledge and wisdom from my dear friend.

After lunch, because I was in Kyoto I intended to go to a few famous temples since I don’t travel to touristy places often. After I left the house and before I reached the bottom of the hill, I found myself in the house of another: A sweet elderly lady who owned a mini gallery. I noticed the art hanging on the walls and she invited me in to come look. We ended up talking about art over green tea and sweets for hours.

After excusing myself from her lovely gallery, I then found myself on a bus going to the Kyoto Art museum area, and took a train to where I was that morning handing up my paintings. The day seemed to go by so fast, but it was great. I enjoyed every minute of it and it still wasn’t over.

I got to the event two hours early, and slowly the restaurant started to fill up. Familiar faces entered the shop and we greeted each other  with smiles and hugs. It is always a happy event.

The music started, and the event was a smash. I was touched by the music and cried during one of the songs. I don’t find myself tearing up during performances, but this particular song hit me, bringing back memories from the past and even to a conversation earlier today.

If anyone who is in Kyoto, I would highly recommend this event. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and the restaurant most likely won’t be around to hit Fall 2015. Please hurry and buy yourselves some cheesecake at Papa Jons!

Right now, I’m nodding to myself and thinking: Yes, today was almost perfect.

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The Train Stories: On the left, on the right.


The Man on the Left:

Just tell me already. My eyes tire and my soul becomes silent. I start to watch the world around me as if I am watching a movie. Sometimes I find it interesting. Sometimes I find it funny, but other times I look at it as if I am watching a bad German art film. I have nothing to say. A for Effort to all those who think they are actually trying.

The Woman on the Right:

She has a bobby in her hair. She’s wearing a suit with white tennie shoes. She has a bag from a cosmetics brand and a polka dot purse. She looks young but she is telling me that she wants to be a mother. But no one will notice her. She doesn’t mind too much though, because her mother still packs her lunch boxes.

By the light of the bar


Today with my sister, we took a little outing to the local laundromat to dry our blankets in the middle of the night. We talked about how we should just be more adventurous, to spontaneously go to Okinawa or get on a random bus to see where we end up. We asked ourselves about what we really wanted and we concluded that we have no clue. We thought about the future, and what we are going now to help speed our careers along. What are we doing?
It was one of those nights where we ask all of the cliche’ questions and answer none of them.
The blankets finished and were light and fluffy. We walked back home and I saw all of the colors and lights of the Izakaya bars on the way.

Oh, that’s it?


I would like to introduce you to the place where I pass every sunday. It is a shop that sells Red Bean Paste Snacks and I would occasionally buy from him when I had a little extra time. I have been passing this shop for the past 5 years and the only words that would pass between me and the shop owner was “Good Morning” or “It’s a nice day today, huh?”.

Today we had our first conversation, and it started out like this:

Mr. Shop: Where do you go every week in that direction??

Me: I have a class over there every week.

Mr. Shop: Oh, that’s it?

Yesterday when I did my sketch, our 5 years of silence broke. And it was all thanks to me missing an email about class being canceled.

The Train Stories: What the Gods dropped


We stand in awe of this thing called music.

It is so familiar to us yet so foreign.

Like it should not belong here on this earth.

It isn’t of this earth and it seems we were not meant to receive it.

The Gods dropped it here by accident and we would not let them have it back since.

The Gods can’t have all of the fun.

The Train Stories: Ready for work


He has his hands clenched. He’s ready for work

His body is restless. He’s ready for work

His eyes are heavy. He’s ready for work

His smile is upside down. He’s ready for work.

His suit is wrinkled. He’s ready for work.

He bough his shoes five years ago. He’s ready for work.

The hair in the middle has long disappeared. He’s ready for work.

Are you ready for work too?

Closing the day


I learned the importance of a ten yen today. Every little bit counts. Yesterday I forgot to ask my sister for some extra change, and I found myself standing infront of the ticket machine face-palming myself. I was the only teacher for today’s activity, it would have been really unfortunate had I not had that extra bit of money to get on the train.

Every month the school puts one of the teachers I charge to teach an activity. The theme for each month changes, and this month is all about food.
Though I have been at my present job for a little over three years now, my nerves never fail to take over me and I dread the activity day.
I am happy to report that it all went well as I knew deep down it would. I don’t know why I keep reverting back to worry even though I am familiar with it enough to have confidence. I wonder if I will wake up someday and be fine with it all.

With a book that I recently got in the mail from a friend in my bag, and my hair up and out of my eyes, I am happy. I am happy to look around and breathe in the crisp air. I am closing my day with people watching at the station and dinner with a friend.