+100 followers. reason I’m thankful

| By Sushilove51 |

“Domo”

 

This is a short note to thank everyone who choose to read this blog. Honestly I didn’t think anyone would. After I wrote my first post. I meant for it to disappear into the abyss. I was surprised to read that I got a “like”.

But, I’ve learned from reading the words of encouragement from other bloggers, that I have to start speaking more confidently about writing. What’s funny is there’s a familiar pattern of me needing a push.

The Genesis of this whole blog began with a slight shove.

I was at a Starbucks with good company. Two friends, Kira & Miki. I had an Iced Chai Latte and they both drank a tall complicated thing.

Kira brought her laptop and we sat there watching a show on Netflix called Terrace House. Which is a Japanese version of the Real World. Where they have a nice house, nice car. And invite twenty-something-year old strangers to move in. You just sit back and watch the entertainment unfold.

I had mixed emotions watching it. Literally, the show is both entertaining and boring at the same time. I can’t say it’s a must-watch or a waste of time. It gently tip toes on a funny borderline.

You can marvel at the fact at how much the show differs from the craziness of the Real World. And at the same time be awed by the maturity of the Terrace House’s inhabitants.

“Are they forty year olds in twenty year old bodies?”

although sometimes they can be immature and appear to be like eight year olds in twenty year old bodies. Which can be said about myself as I read this out-loud.

Overall, I like the show. It’s in Japanese with English subtitles so it helps boost my language skills.

Still in at that moment Kira & Miki didn’t think I liked it as much.

Kira saw that I was looking at my phone and typing more looking at the show.

“I could change it to something else if you don’t like it”. Kira offered.

Sounding kind of bothered I was on my phone instead of enjoying the show with them.

I was enjoying time with them. But I guess it didn’t look that way. It looked like I was in my own world. Relaxed in my seat ignoring the two and Terrace House.

“No, I like this show I just had an idea. that’s all” I told her.

“Are you playing a game?” she asked

“No, just writing something down. I don’t want to forget it later”.

“Writing what?”

I explained to them both that I like to type out my thoughts as a way to make sense of life. Events that are stuck in the drain and won’t leave until I rinse it out the back of my mind. Mostly things I haven’t told anyone. Including the emotions I felt at the time.

Personal things that would kill you with boredom.

“Oh, do you blog?” Miki asked.

“Nope”

“Why not?” she asked surprise

“If you like to write than you should” *the nudge*

I didn’t want to talk about it. I shrugged my shoulders. Sat back in my seat and tried to change the subject so she would stop digging. My writing is personal. I tried to get more into the show with Kira & Miki.

“Let’s just watch this”

Still it was too late. She had planted a seed. it sprouted and grew like a weed.
I asked myself that question over the course of a year on why I didn’t blog.

And so here we are now. finally.

I started my blog Sushi Love a month ago. And neither Kira nor Miki knows about it. But, eventually I’ll fess up.

Maybe over a Iced Chai Latte at Starbucks.

And this is why I appreciate every person that choose to read my blog and comment.

I’m a lover and a prayer and I hope everyone prospers. But I did want to ask the question.

What made you want to blog?

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Blogger Recognition Award -2018

| Written by Sushilove51 |

“Domo”

 

I admit it was a good feeling to look into my notifications and read that I was nominated for this award from this blog page: https://harbansinnerthoughts.com/2018/09/03/blogger-recognition-award-2018/ and just like him I am grateful to the person who created it.

My Award: It’s nice to be considered among 15 other bloggers that our words mean something to someone. And someone was moved by them.

The inception of my blog: I’ve always like writing down my thoughts and journal-ed throughout life. I figured I’d write a blog to organize my thoughts and try to relive my memories.

What is the true definition of friendship?

I don’t know how it’s defined universally but to me it’s the person or people who are there when everyone else turns there back on you.

How long we can live without true love?

I’m not sure if we truly live without experiencing true love. But then again we don’t know if it’s true love unless you’re willing to sacrifice yourself for each other.

Why we cannot control our emotions sometimes?

I see we are born with different temperament some may be able to control it better than others. Sometimes alcohol plays a part. Sometimes the moment calls for it.

 

Why we hide our true self sometimes?

It takes a while to warm up to people. Or it isn’t hiding it’s just operating throughout the day on autopilot.

Why self-awareness is important?

You get to live your own life. Instead, of trying to be like someone else you chase the goals that mean something to you. Enjoy your freedom.

Why sometimes we have to tell lies?

We don’t have to. But, I always think about Tony Montana’s quote in Scarface “I tell the truth even when I lie”. I think it means that if you want the best for someone you’ll tell a lie to lead them down the right path. Because even though you’re telling a lie you’re still trying to be a good influence.

How come we always ready for pay-back?

Not all of us. Maybe in adolescence. But, in adulthood I like to believe that we learn to forgive. Because we understand that all have different paths and pay-back can change our destiny into something unsavory.

What is the borderline between self-esteem and ego?

Probably, the same thing just labeled differently.

Does silence always work?

For meditation yeah. But, in the subject of relationships it can work to hurt it. Especially if it is done to show contempt. It feels horrible when people are apathetic towards you.

What is the role of meditation/prayer in our lives?

I know to those who don’t believe in the spiritual. It feels like a way to feel re-energized. But to others living holy lifestyles praying can be as vital as eating a meal or drinking water. It allows you to walk through a war zone without fear. Your chin up and eyes forward legs churning. Visualizing victory.

How long we can stay away from the truth?

It depends on how good we are at telling lies. Liars can tell so many lies that they believe them to be truth.

Why we become judgmental?

Our hearts are imperfect.

Is not it a fact that we learn more from our criticism than our appreciation?

Depends on the individual.

Is not a fact that ‘habits die hard’ ones they are formed?

Anyone can change. For better or worse.

My questionnaires.

You rub a lamp and a genie pops out. Offers you two wishes. What are they?

A king dies a tragic death and you inherit the throne. An evil uncle gets in the way. How do you get it back/ or do you get it back?

Upon winning your kingdom back. How do you govern it?

Strange settlers come to your land that is hidden from the rest of the world. Do you share your secrets with them or try to get them to leave?

You walk into an enchanted castle and captured by a prince who was turned in a beast. He gives you a chance to escape that night or stay to help him change back. What do you do?

Some witch doctor says he can give you anything you want. For exchange for your soul. Fair deal. Why or why not?

You throw a note in a bottle in the ocean knowing that it will go to the one person you want it to go and will be granted. Who does it go to?

Why is this person so special?

You’re giving a chance to have dinner on the moon. What do you eat? (No dairy, already provided)

If you had the option of walking into dreams or teleporting which one would it be and why?

My nominations for the award:-

“Empowered everyday blog” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/133052986

“Plants and Beyond” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/132166020

“Asian Foodie” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/89361876

“Harban’s inner thoughts” https://harbansinnerthoughts.com/

“Comically Quirky” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/92969433

“Visitor in a strange land” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/111856024

“The comic vault” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/121791430

“Three girls travel” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/148597830

“Anamika’s Blog” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/139987300

“Iain Kelley” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/21051983

“Blessed with a star on the forehead” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/33385295

“Oh Yes, They Did” https://ohyestheydid.ca/

“Classic Carmen” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/138333045

“Rolandomio Travel” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/341663

“Let me photograph you softly” https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/133166418

Thoughts before Disney Sea

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“Vacation, All I ever wanted, Vacation had to get away…”

– The Go-Go’s

 

Years back.

You may have seen a comic strip by Adam Ellis that trended for a while on the internet.

It was a four scene story with a memorable line a lot of us could relate to. Two buddies sit on a couch. One is watching football on T.V. with a generic t-shirt that reads sports team.

The other guy sits next to him and begins to complain about the game of football. Then he begins to gives reasons of why it sucks.

The football fan then shuts his mouth closed and whispers.

“Let people enjoy things”.

It’s a comic strip that does the dirty work for you. If you have some person in your life adamant on taking the fun out of life. This is your battle cry.

Still at the same time it’s weirdly comforting to know others been in this situation. Your not alone in this.

And when it does the go to attitude was aloof and tune them out. Those who like to crap on beautiful things. It’s an ugly vibe I try to stay clear from.

Which brings me to when a person tried to ruin Disneyland for me. A person I barely knew and seen in passing. The military base community is a small world and news travels quicker than in hair saloons even the most useless information that has nothing to do with you.

I was filling up a mug with coffee when I heard my name.

“Hey what’s going on?”

“Sup you”

“Good man, Heard from so and so you were going to Disney”

“Yeah, I leave this weekend”

“Really man, you’re going to support Disney?”

“Yeah”

“There’s an evil corporation that has been influence the minds of the youth with evil imagery…There connected with so much of the elites…”

“Hey man, good talk…I don’t have time for this…ever”

I prefer a positive vibe.

Have you meet killjoys and wanted to say “Let people enjoy things” ?

Late Night McDonald’s Japan |Part One|

|Written by Sushilove51 | Photo by M. Wakui |

“We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.”

-D. Mamet

 

On sleepless nights.

I lay in bed with eyes shut wondering “What the heck?” and “Not, again”.

I’m annoyed by whatever this condition is. It’s not consistent enough to be insomnia. At the most it’ll happen twice a month.

Am I in a re-boot. That happens periodically. I can’t sleep sometimes and my thoughts bounce from idea to idea.

I used to try and get more sleep but I gave up on that idea. I learned to do something I need to get done, a chore. Something that burns calories to get me tired enough to fall into slumber.

Trying to to figure out what awoke me, a bad dream, a random thought, must of been something strange and for whatever reason. I’m up. Getting sleep shouldn’t take this much effort. We should just sail into it.

Like having to use the restroom. When it’s time to go and nature calls. You pick up, take a shot, swish.

I wake up and do whatever I want until I’m tired. The level of beat where I’m able to sleep where I stand. Friends who know me know I’m able. They’ve seen me in action.

This night I was far from it. Starving for something tasty. Thirsty for something root- beerish. No matter what the calorie count was. When I’m tired I act like a hungry drunk in that I have no resistance to what I’ll eat.

Lord knows. I’ve never woken up for midnight snack to eat a celery stick. My midnight snacks are sloppy and disgusting. A meal for Pregnant women and the Head of Biker Gangs.

Something like a bag of chips laid as a bed for a fat boy sandwich which is simply; two, three, four, slices of bread, and anything in the fridge to go in between. Drizzled with ketchup, relish, salt, pepper, hot sauce, soy sauce, Campbell’s Tomato Soup, no rules, anything goes.

And If this doesn’t satisfy me. I dig into a cereal box and eat claws full of it.

Tonight, I knew the food I wanted that my fridge didn’t have. It was a ten minute drive from my dorm room. And it’s no use of thinking of not going. My body’s been craving McDonald’s. Now, normally this wouldn’t happen in the States.

The restaurant has never been a priority to me. We have a Denny’s (Chicken-fried steak, Sampler Platter) We have a Jack in the box (eat anything as long as we have buttermilk ranch).

There are at least three other restaurants that I’d consider before thinking about a McDonald’s. But, the thing is…I’m in Japan and over here McDonald’s you get more than what you pay for.

I rose from my futon and went to my freshening up routine.

Brush Teeth, Wash Face, Wash Hands, Change Clothes. Out the door.

For a second I thought about knocking on the door of a neighbor. To see if anyone shared a desire to chow down burgers and fries. Then I thought about the added time I’d waste if they weren’t ready.

I couldn’t decide. But, I luckily I didn’t need to. While I was contemplating inviting people my legs didn’t stop from taking strides towards my car. And there in front of car.

I stepped in. Where I could still smell the cigarette smoke.Not because of me, but because I decided to be a bro and gave a co-worker a drive home hours before. Thankfully it wasn’t mine. I had been battling my cigarette addiction for a while. It’s kicked my butt for a while. This time I got the upper-hand.

So far at least. I cruise onto the streets that are lit by the amber glow of street lights.

8 minutes later, I pull into my destination.

 

What’s your favorite midnight meal?