Wandering Alpha Bear


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Rice. You’re Doing it Wrong

So, this is very similar to another post on Japanese Rule of 7  http://japaneseruleof7.com/how-to-make-rice

(Go check the article out and his awesome website)

Although I thought I could simplify it a bit for those lax people out there.

Step 1: Grab a nearby beer, if no beer, hard liquor because this is going to be, wait for it, a freakin’ difficult process.

Step 2: If you haven’t already, buy some damn rice ya idiot. Who makes rice without the rice!?! Sailors just don’t sail without an ocean, so go grab you some rice. Continue reading


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If Anything I’ll Be a Japanese Hobo

So, I haven’t actually written anything in a while. Well, besides that novel, but whatever that doesn’t count. My fingers are itching for something else at the moment. I kinda actually just want’t to vent my happiness.

Right now, I’m probably at one of… no, the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.  Continue reading


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破碎 (Broken)

Will you take my soul

With the World on my back

In the midnight rain

The drops down your face

While I’m falling apart

 

~Noah (^~^)v


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Ahoy! All Aboard the Awkwardly Quiet Ship!

You may have heard but Japanese people are really nice and friendly, but the alternative side to that is they are ridiculously Quiet compared to Americans. Walking down the street towards a 東京の地下鉄 or Tokyo subway, I can be expected to not talk to anyone right? Right.  Yet then someone bumps into me or steps on the back of my shoe, which I absolutely despise and hold grudges against anyone who does this, in America people would say, “O-Sorry, I really didn’t mean to!” but nooooooo! In Japan if that happens, well it just doesn’t happen. Oddly enough people are observant even though they are living zombies who say they are “Land of the Rising Sun” but they could possibly be the worst morning people ever. Not cranky or anything, but when I get on the train and I’m just chinchillin I couldn’t possibly imagine someone starting a conversation with me out of the reminiscent, swaying, train. Continue reading