jemz: (w-inds. - Ryohei's mic)
The adventures of jemz and mousaPi (ie. the grand adventures in fail)

YAY! We are safely landed in Japan. Not much going on yet but we had a lovely time gabbing with [livejournal.com profile] ilanabean42 and her friend, Meaghan. Then we met up with [livejournal.com profile] alissa at their terminal while I was on the phone with [livejournal.com profile] bloodybrilliant. We passed her around like a h0 (which she totally admits that she likes) and said happy goodbyes to Ilana, Meaghan, and Alissa before heading over to our own terminal.

It was just enough that we didn't have to wait too long before boarding our own flight to Tokyo. It was fun. The flight was long and we tried to sleep. Key word is try. But I have swollen ankles to prove I made it through the pressurized flight and every time I glanced over at mousaPi, she would either do one of the following: wiggle in glee, say whoo hoo, or stare like hamster at me and then looked away. I think her guinea pig has been giving her lessons in staring. :/

"Watch out, jemz. I'm going to be watching you from outside your capsule." states MousaPi who's sitting next to me (reading over my shoulder).

Big words from her. But it's really cute how she's so excited to just be in Japan that it fuels my own excitement! We made it through the immigration, customs, currency exchange, and the ticket counter for the Keisei Skyliner only to be balked at the cell phone counters. I did not want to go to the fourth floor of the mall to slap more money on the pre-paid phone I borrowed. Oh well. Maybe in Akihabara we will find a store and get that handled. :D

Our adventures have started and I'm looking forward to the next 10 days, both of ultimate coolness and utter fail. MousaPi already has a head start. She made some random Japanese man trip over his feet. :D Way to go, Pi.

Anyways, Ryohei-top is out of batteries. More to come when we arrive at the futuristic Capsule Inn in Akihabara. I feel strange things will be occuring tonight.

Okay, so my battery died on the Ryohei-top. But we're at the Capsule Inn now and up on the top floor in the women's lounge trying to get internet on our laptops. Sadly, we are currently failing.

mousaPi wants to say we're alive and I just want to check my email. I miss everyone already and it's pretty warm here. The humidity is like a slap in the face when we walked out of Ueno Keisei station to cross the street to the JR Ueno station. The sky sprinkled fat raindrops on us. It was sprinkling when we arrived at the Capsule Inn as well.

The Capsule Inn is pretty nifty. The capsules aren't as small as I originally thought they were (I get a touch caustrophobic) and they really are pretty cool. Our pods are next to each other and we took dorktastic pictures to me laughing, "Oh hey! It's mousaPI in a POD!"

So now we're just chilling and I am elevating my swollen ankles in a poor attempt to get them to stop being swollen. This happened last yearr too. Sadly, they hurt. D:

Okay, off to see [livejournal.com profile] shimmeredusk and have dinner! Yay!

gray

May. 11th, 2007 08:51 am
jemz: (solitude)
The color presses upon me, heavy and thick. The shadows play with my eyes as I search for that sliver of silvery grey, my chest burdened with the need for breath. Frantic glances bring me no relief as I continue to search for the way out, for the light to shine as the color darken and suck me deeper into an abyss.

Then I find the ray. The ray of light. The silver lining,
(more like the bright grey against dark grey), holds strong as I grasp it, pulling myself up and out the oppressive color. I am surrounded by a brightness, nearly too bright to see clearly and too hot to touch. I revel in the minutes following, revel in the contrast of the airy weight.

Soon, I float. And I long for an anchor to hold me steady, to hold me in balance. The heavy, dark colour consumes me while the silver promised to blow me free, swallowing me in its light. Which do I want? Where is my balance?

I sink inch by inch from the heady atmosphere as the tentacles of gray reach for me again, curling around my ankles as my hand continues to grasp the silver lining above my head. I lay, stretched between both colors as I slowly find myself, slowly find that my own color is bleeding out of me and blending. There, I can breathe and fly and burrow into the ground.

There, I find my color is balanced.

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