And its SATC-inspired at that. Since Grache and I love the show, its the most appropriate quiz I can think of for this blog.

And by the way, Grache and I got the same results. hehehe.

You Are Most Like Carrie! You're quirky, flirty, and every guy's perfect first date. But can the guy in question live up to your romantic ideal? It's tough for you to find the right match - you're more than a little picky. Never fear... You've got a great group of friends and a great closet of clothes, no matter what!

Which Sex and the City Vixen Are You Most Like?
Take This Quiz Right Now!

First change the template...

and then we'll see what happens next.

Ok, it took quite a while…almost two months but I finally got to hook up with some people for a Tokyo clubbing experience. What I thought would be spent on some lame Saturday morning for Japanese Class turned out to be pretty interesting.

First Saturday- 8th of May

Entered class 15 minutes late…still disoriented from the heat I found my way over to the intermediate section of the class. It was divided into different levels and the newbies were in a separate group. I was the only female “gaijin”. Although Japan feels as foreign to me as it does to them…I think I am left in a more akward position because I still am of Asian origin.

My group was composed of all males: 1 Swiss, 1 French, 1 African American and then there was Alex a category himself. He is a hairdresser from Cannes who took me into his “wings” (I am starting to think that I was probably gay during my past lifetime). The three can speak French and it can get pretty distracting because it sounds so much better. Heck, they make microwave - micro du/de ovre? Sound very sexy.

Second Saturday- 15th of May


GAIJINS ON THE LOOSE

Since I had to rush off the previous Sat. to go to work, it was only during this day that I found out that they usually had lunch together after class. It was good to finally talk to people in English. We had lunch at a nice café in Harjuku…while conversing I found out that they were heading to the Sanja Festival in Asakusa. Yesss…I was saved from eternal boredom. With the Swiss, the French, the French-Vietnamese, the Australian classmates and three other Germans we braved the crowded streets. The highlight for me was the Tyco Drum demonstration…I just love the deep loud timbres they emit. I have always been addicted to bass…


SANJA MADNESS

At the end of the day, my Aussie female classmate was asked to take the 3 Germans to a night out…I was then given an invite and gladly accepted. We ended up in Roppongi and Nishii-Azabu with Helen’s witty American girlfriend, our French female classmate and their Aussie friend. We took the “cheap crap bar”, called “Bar isn’t it?” (a great example of ENGRISH), by storm with the German going wild. Then we went to Muse and enjoyed some pool and crazy karaoke. Again the Germans were making loud noises…it reminded me of farm animals mating.

Third Saturday- 22nd of May

Half of my group were missing…it seems I was the only person at home on Friday night. Sheesh, there was a time I went out every night…EVERY NIGHT…in Manila. Yeah…those were the days…Work hard, play harder.

We had lunch and when I heard them mentioning Basement…and Ageha…hell I perked up and asked them if I could tag along. In short I invited myself to go with the French group to the Basement Jaxx event in Ageha. I would not miss that for the world. Almost did because I DID NOT want to go there alone…but hell I would be lucky to catch them in Manila. No one ever goes to Manila you know…except Mariah Carey and Stephen Bishop….harharhar…

This leads me to my next entry…read about it over at my revived blog…LIMBO…

OK..OK Socs, now that you've let out your big 'ol dirty secret. It's time for me to 'fess up as well. I haven't been updating snippets that much because I've been busy trying to revive it as well...LIMBO.

Oh yes, I had a blog prior to this one. I guess it was too private for general consumption. I made some modifications so that everyone is now free to view it...

The big question WHAT HAPPENS TO SNIPPETS? Anybody has any ideas?

I have a confession to make.

Long before Grache and I had snippets, I had someone else. For a time I thought it wouldn't last...that it would be fiery but brief. In fact, I knew then that it wouldn't last, I didn't bother to make it public.

But I guess I was wrong.

A month or so ago, it was rekindled. Apparently, it won't disappear as quickly as it started. I've invested too much of my time and my emotion that I couldn't resist not going back to it. So I gave in.

[the happy phantom] lives and is now open to the public.

In the meantime, Grache and I are trying to figure out how snippets fit into the big picture.

I have officially experienced three surreal events in Tokyo during the end of my first month!

Surreal Experience #1
THE REMAINS OF TUESDAY
Tokyo Tuesday brought in some “bad-ass” weather (yes, I am now also taking part-time ebonics lessons from my “American bred” Japanese officemate…gotsa ‘ta ebonify…ya shizzle my fizzle or nizzle my dizzle???!). Meaning the weather was biting cold with sporadic winds that could yank your skirt off…in my case it yanked my umbrella off! Its transparent skin literally flew off leaving a steel skeleton! In the background, school girls were shrieking because the itsy bitsy material they call a skirt tried to fly away as well. I couldn’t help myself from laughing!!!! God, it was the most hilarious and ridiculous thing ever. Anyway as it turns out I wasn’t the only victim…abandoned umbrella skeletons were littered around trash bins the next day…

Surreal Experience #2
WACKO WEDNESDAY
Deprived of an eat-and-drink-all-you-can Yakiniku excursion, I emerged exhausted into the streets below our office building (that sounded like it came out of a gritty detective novel didn’t it?). From afar, I noticed two punks “monkeying” around. It took some time to register that they were not “monkeying” around…the other was actually drunk and the sober one wanted to go home and was trying to “persuade” drunkie to want so as well. I thought I did a good job walking pass them, when drunkie decides to yank my arm from behind. I was too fast for him, quickly side-stepping kung-fu style (yeah right). But I guess my friggin’ laptop was too heavy…because the wacko magically overtakes me and grabs me. I was too shocked to shout out “BAKERO” and before I could hit him with my handbag (which ironically contained a big asahi beer can…hehehe) he drunkenly swerves out of reach. Anyway, all I could manage was an eye-roll and a nasty “Shit!”…there was a third sober friend who stood up from the sidewalk…bowed several times while apologizing (as if it was any consolation) Good thing I was too tired to be frazzled. I eventually just laughed it off!!!

Surreal Experience #3
FAIRY FRIDAY
(I do have a knack for formulating titles…don’t ya think so?)
I went to the Shinjuku-ku Ward office to process my Foreigner Registration Card. This Card makes me a legal alien…officially. As I approached the counter where the application forms were, lo and behold, a fairy was beading his way out of boredom (he was stringing some appliqués). I immediately looked around (gay-dar on full alert) and saw more fairies in the waiting room beside him. I knew right away I was in for an interesting time. I was correct. They were so friggin’ hilarious especially when they burst out into a song and dance production of…”My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard., and they’re like its better than yours, damn right its better than yours…” with matching oohs and ahhs for Kelis after their repertoire: “Don’t sshaaa jussst love Kelisssss? Ssshe’sss sssuch a whore!” This, of course, made me suddenly miss my beautiful gay friends…yes, I am a fag hag! I can’t help it, they’re just so witty and fashionable! They’re like fast moving shiny objects - you get drawn to them…