The Chill of Shinjuku

It's getting ever colder. Today must have been the coldest temperature I have yet experienced in Japan. Four degrees, my iGoogle tells me, as it has been the last few days. But I don't believe it. It wasn't this cold yesterday, nor the day before. Something has changed. Maybe the wind is stronger, maybe there's more moisture in the air.

I went to Shinjuku to meet up with Claudia today. She had forgotten some stuff at the party she wanted back - her pants, for example. The square just north of Shinjuku station was overrun by christians holding signs proclaiming the soon return of Jesus Christ, that God's Kingdom was close, and that we'd all better accept the Lord into our hearts or face eternal... well, you get the drift. There were speakers too, with a voice proclaming what I think was the same message. Quite an interesting sight in a country with only 1% christians.

After meeting up at Studio ALTA, one of the more obvious meeting places in Shinjuku, we worked our way towards a record store whose name I can never seem to remember. Claudia wanted to get her hands on some new Miyavi remix album. On our way back, we were jumped by the Dutch Assassin Halil and his Band of Two. Scared the shit out of both of us, he did. Once we had gotten our adrenaline levels down again, he told us they were going to play some Mario Kart. We parted ways, with me and Claudia heading for the Starbucks in the Lumine Est department store.

After some conversation over a Macha Frappuccino and a Cinnamon Roll (for my part), I decided against my original plan of going to the Sakura House office to pay my rent. It was way too cold for me to want to linger any longer than I needed to in Shinjuku. So instead we made our way to the train station - which is just below that department store - parted ways, and went home.

Now I think I am going to watch Pitch Black or some other movie, while eating some sweets that were left over from the party. Mata ne.