Shibuya Rock, Rock On

Bumpin' To :: Crew Deep (Remix) :: Skillz feat. Pusha, Pharell and Misse Elliot

2 weeks and counting until the touchdown in Tokyo.

For all those who have been Japan-side, in particular Tokyo and Osaka, recommendations on where to go, what to do, and things not to miss would be appreciated.

As for me, I'm already looking forward to the craziness of Shibuya, the futurama feel of Aoyama, Mt Fuji hot spings and catching up with a Suicidal Panda in Osaka. I may even end up in a dingy English pub drinking biru with little foam and playing darts with some crazy Poms that I met the other week. Who knows?

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It still hasn't sunk in that my sisted is married. I'm thinking the fact that she hasn't been living in the same house (let alone the same country) for a while lessens the change, it's still more then a little surreal. And when the little nephews and nieces arrive...well, I'll be the coolest uncle Ben around.

Then again, what with all the eating and relaxing that I've been doing, I may also be the most unfit uncle around. Seems my metabolism isn't as...robust as it once was, so I've got to work even harder to rid myself of all the rich food and red wine I've been inhaling like oxygen from those air sacks I call lungs. What's worse is that I haven't even smoked a cigar this side of August either.

Ugh; whoever said growing old was graceful obviously lied. That, or they were too busy enjoying their grace to care that they couldn't even run around the block without feeling like cardiac arrest is just one hill away.

Which is depressing, because sitting here catching my breath after a run around the block in shorts, sports socks and old t-shirt, I'm far from graceful.

Hmm...perhaps a cigar would help the situation. After I catch my breath, that is.

Deja Vu

Listening To :: Open You Eyes :: Platinum Pied Pipers feat. Dwele

The loud music, the smiling faces, the happy vibe; another great birthday party, and another great night to remember. I distinctly remembered a point in the night where I thought to myself, "I really don't want this night to end."

A lot of people wonder when it will all end, this yearly event of dance partying. Part of me loves what I know, but another Ben tells me I need to learn to embrace a little unknown from time to time. So this time next year, I think I'll be on different celebratory track. We'll see eh?

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Work is stressing me out right now. Between now and the end of the year, I've been put under the hammer to really step up and show what I can do. I think my managers have discovered that I work best under blow-torch pressure. Picking up every little mistake, pushing me on and on...but as I keep telling myself, I'm in it for the long haul right now, so best get on with it.

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My stomach is still recovering from the hotpot dinner last night. Whenever I eat hotpot, it's always a case of my tastebuds winning over brain cells, the stomach over the sense, the urge over the will; in short, I have eat from the chilli side of the pot. What are you thinking??

Sometimes, I've just got to learn things the hard way. Othertimes, I've just got to remind myself.