<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:02:27.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iMissIngo</title><subtitle type='html'>Ingrids blogg om livet i Japan och dess äventyr.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kure Kure Martin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCLNDqx068M/SRq56wqAmjI/AAAAAAAAADo/K4VL4OP0dgY/S220/n533063342_1622572_9903.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-5434897248535485256</id><published>2010-03-29T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T04:02:18.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Sweden</title><content type='html'>Conversation overheard in the local grocery shop:&lt;br /&gt;"Does rice ever go off?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I don't think so. But you can get insects in it if you keep it too long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual consumption of rice in Japan is around 70 kg per person. Just one of those every day differences between Sweden and Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-5434897248535485256?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5434897248535485256/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-in-sweden.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/5434897248535485256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/5434897248535485256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-in-sweden.html' title='Back in Sweden'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-5237706525446599029</id><published>2010-03-23T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T07:08:06.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daytrippin' to Nara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S6jE7aQ0iwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8N2lTVkZ1oM/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S6jE7aQ0iwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8N2lTVkZ1oM/s320/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451823873873185538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After one day in Kyoto I went for a daytrip to Nara, a "small" city an hour away from Kyoto. Nara was Japan's first capital and is home to many temples and shrines. One of the most famous attractions is the Tōdai-ji temple with its Daibutsu-den Hall, shown in the picture above. This is the biggest wooden building in the world and I can tell you it's really gigantic. However, the version of the buidling seen today is from the beginning of the 18th century and is only two thirds as big as the original buiclfing.  I think the Daibutsu-den Hall is one of the most beautiful places I've ever been to, its difficult to explain why but it felt like there was something magic about the whole place. The Daibutsu-den Hall is home to Japan's largest  Daibutsu, a Buddha scultpture made in bronz and measuring 16 meters in height. There is also a famous hole in one of the pillars inside the building which is the same size as the nostrils of the Buddha sculpture. it is said that if you can squeeze throught this hole you will be blessed with enlightenment in your next life. I never tried because I had the feeling that I would get stuck  there and someone had to get the chain saw out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also visited many other temples and shrines in Nara and went to a museum with wood carved sculptures. All in all I had a great day in Nara. To check out the pictures from Nara, take a look &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ingridajaxon/sets/72157623500447919/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-5237706525446599029?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/5237706525446599029/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/03/daytrippin-to-nara.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/5237706525446599029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/5237706525446599029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/03/daytrippin-to-nara.html' title='Daytrippin&apos; to Nara'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S6jE7aQ0iwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8N2lTVkZ1oM/s72-c/IMG_0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-149906182564024289</id><published>2010-03-12T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T06:33:17.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains in Japan can be delayed</title><content type='html'>I decided to catch the local trains from Atsugi to Kyoto. There were several reasons. First its cheaper than going by shinkansen (and I don't have the Japan Rail Pass, which is the best deal for tourists, as I am a resident of Japan) and right now its school holiday period sp you can purchase a ticket with unlimited travel for 1 day, which makes it ridiculously cheap. Second, going on local trains would give me the chance to get a close-up view of Mount Fuji and small towns along the way. It would also give me a good chance for some people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my station to Kyoto it would take 9 hours and I had to change trains 5 times. This is how it was: it is so easy to travel by train in Japan, there are signs in English in every single station, even the small ones, and it was never difficult changing trains, as most of the connections departed from the same platform as the incoming train. Okay, from the beggining I was a little bit nervous, since my second train  was 55 min delayed (!) and I though I was going to miss all the rest of my connections. I never understood why, as I always looked away when they displayed the message in English (every 10th minute) on the information board. But it all went by very smooth and I came to Kyoto when  had planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nagative side was that it was raining all day, so the nice views of the surroundings and Mount Fuji I was looking forward to could not be seen. But I got to see some costline, which was beautiful. And now I can also tell you  that I saw houses and buildings and small patches of rice field outside the train widow for nice hours. One city or town is connected to the other all along the way. No wonder it is popular with bath salts with names like Finland bath and scents of pine trees or birchwood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-149906182564024289?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/149906182564024289/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/03/trains-in-japan-can-be-delayed.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/149906182564024289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/149906182564024289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/03/trains-in-japan-can-be-delayed.html' title='Trains in Japan can be delayed'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-2282167537866576444</id><published>2010-03-11T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T06:13:45.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so the adventure begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S5j5-nZalCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vjxrfSjpUJg/s1600-h/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S5j5-nZalCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vjxrfSjpUJg/s200/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447378603427402786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday was my last day at work. Six months have passed since I came to Japan. Feels like yesterday, but at the same time I've experienced and seen a lot along the way. However, I didn't feel satisfied so I decided to stay a little bit longer to have the chance to travel further away from Tokyo area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I am in Kyoto, experiencing the cultural and historical Japan. It really is different here. It even smells different. At first when I came to Kyoto I said to myself it smells like I am out of the country (a smell Sara descirbed as a mix of pollution and deep-frying fat, "because they deep-fry a lot of food when you go overseas"). The pace here is different and I have never seen as many toursits as I have the last two days (maybe it's because I am a tourist myself). People are very friendly, not to say that they aren't friendly in Tokyo or Atsugi, but yesterday an old lady shared a bag of caramels with me as we were waiting fot green light at a crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures I've taken so far can be seen &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ingridajaxon/sets/72157623474523495/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and there are more to come as the adventure continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-2282167537866576444?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2282167537866576444/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-so-adventure-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/2282167537866576444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/2282167537866576444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-so-adventure-begins.html' title='And so the adventure begins'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S5j5-nZalCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vjxrfSjpUJg/s72-c/IMG_0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-3879493324016803031</id><published>2010-02-17T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:50:43.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking rule</title><content type='html'>As I walked to the shodo (calligraphy) class today I noticed something I haven't noticed before. All cars in the carparks I passed by were parked with their fronts in the same direction. Coincidence? Or just another proof of tidiness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-3879493324016803031?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3879493324016803031/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/02/parking-rule.html#comment-form' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/3879493324016803031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/3879493324016803031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/02/parking-rule.html' title='Parking rule'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-2873101136090621208</id><published>2010-02-01T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:59:35.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow in Tokyo!</title><content type='html'>Last night it was snowing here, which from what I've heard rarely happens. Here's the proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2dbnaKEbYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fKWNpdJMfCQ/s1600-h/DSCF3365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2dbnaKEbYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fKWNpdJMfCQ/s320/DSCF3365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433412208040373634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-2873101136090621208?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2873101136090621208/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-in-tokyo.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/2873101136090621208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/2873101136090621208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-in-tokyo.html' title='Snow in Tokyo!'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2dbnaKEbYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fKWNpdJMfCQ/s72-c/DSCF3365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-3074117486672306185</id><published>2010-01-28T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:11:25.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEAM 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2GC190v1GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gIVjB7LNUqQ/s1600-h/SANY0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2GC190v1GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gIVjB7LNUqQ/s320/SANY0436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431766489226007650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The company I work for has many different circles that look after your spare time interests (that is to say for the employees that have any time off from work). These include everything from sport circles like soccer and aikido, to more traditional circles like tea ceremony and shodo (calligraphy). They also have a mystery circle, which is still unknown what they actually do. I have joined the shodo circle, the swimming circle and the snowboarding circle, called TEAM 23. Two weekends ago it was time for the first gathering for the winter for TEAM 23. We started at 3.30 AM (!) and drove all the way to Hakuba and back in one day (four and a half hours one way)! Since I don’t have a drivers licence valid in Japan I could sleep in the car, but I felt sorry for the guys driving, but they seemed to be fine. We had a great day together and Hakuba offered us blue birds and beautiful views the whole day. They were a very fun team to ride with, playing around in the snow and doing all sorts of crazy things (unfortunately including some broken bones, but not mine this time). Most of the team members were complaining that they didn’t speak enough English (as many often do, but most of the time it’s just a lack of courage), and sometimes we had difficulties understanding each other. I was happy to be there without the two other Swedish guys at the company, because then it becomes easier for them to speak Japanese instead, thus excluding me from the conversation. And it seemed like they actually enjoyed practising their English, they were very interested students. In exchange they taught me some Japanese words. My favourite was sarra sarra, which means powder (and also soft). I hope I’ll be able to join them for their next snowboarding adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the pictures from the trip, click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ingridajaxon/sets/72157623294578688/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-3074117486672306185?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3074117486672306185/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/01/team-23.html#comment-form' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/3074117486672306185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/3074117486672306185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/01/team-23.html' title='TEAM 23'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2GC190v1GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/gIVjB7LNUqQ/s72-c/SANY0436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-1485584032900848133</id><published>2010-01-27T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T04:55:03.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2GGe53PN3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ulDZloMwHco/s1600-h/DSCF3065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2GGe53PN3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ulDZloMwHco/s200/DSCF3065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431770491072231282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had 10 days holiday over New Years (my first paid holiday ever!) and Sara was here to visit me. We had a great holiday together with 4 days sightseeing in Tokyo and 5 days snowboarding in the Japanese Alps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to karaoke in Shibuya, slept in the sun in Inokashira Park, strolled down the streets in Harajuku and Omotesando to have a close look of the non-official architectonical competition between the fancy fashion houses, took us to the Imperial Palace Gardens just to discover we came on one of the few days of the year when it’s not open, but had a nice walk in the sun on the outside instead. We also spent a day in “Akiba”, tech-town much enjoyed by westerners but detested and referred to as dangerous and awful by my Tokyo-friends. We visited Miyazaki Hayao’s studio Ghibli and wished either that it was crazier museum and had more of his anime or that we had lower expectations on it. We also wished we had kidnapped one of those cute little Japanese kids playing around in the cat bus. Souvenir shopping was done in Kichijoji and Shibuya and Sara looked closely on every shelf of the 6 story shop LoFT, storing everything you can possibly need for your home and office to make sure she didn’t miss a single thing. A night view over Tokyo city was caught from the charming Tokyo tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Hakuba in the Japanese Alps was amazing! It was snowing like crazy, so the visibility was crap but it wasn’t hard to enjoy the hills anyway, the amount of snow that came during our stay was mad. Riding with powder up to our knees was fantastic and I even got stuck with snow up to my chest and had to crawl out! We also enjoyed an outdoor Onsen (hot spring), soaking our exhausted bodies in the boiling hot water while snow was floating down in our faces. Sara said it was the best snowboarding she had ever done and I am absolutely willing to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pictures of all that fantastic snow and from the rest of the holiday in the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ingridajaxon/sets/72157623070482639/"&gt;photo album&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-1485584032900848133?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1485584032900848133/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/1485584032900848133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/1485584032900848133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-holiday.html' title='New Years holiday'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2GGe53PN3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ulDZloMwHco/s72-c/DSCF3065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-8484179921607095234</id><published>2010-01-27T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T03:37:57.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different worlds we live in</title><content type='html'>One of my friends is 8 months pregnant. She gets up at seven every morning to make her husband breakfast. I really hope she is doing it out of love and not because it is expected from her. Maybe it's about time her man learns how to cook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-8484179921607095234?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8484179921607095234/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/01/different-worlds-we-live-in.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/8484179921607095234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/8484179921607095234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/01/different-worlds-we-live-in.html' title='Different worlds we live in'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-9153218561914155548</id><published>2010-01-08T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:12:48.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workaholics</title><content type='html'>I stayed until late at work last night, on a friday. When I left work, there was still plenty of people working. I can almost see the end of my project, so for me it's okey to work late. But they will keep on working late hours for the rest of their lives. I cannot get my head around it. Am I lazy? Or are they crazy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends told me that when he used to work late, he took a taxi home at his company's behalf. But now with the recession, the company won't pay any taxi bills and the boss it forcing his employees to catch the last train before they stop running at midnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-9153218561914155548?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/9153218561914155548/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/01/workaholics.html#comment-form' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/9153218561914155548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/9153218561914155548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/01/workaholics.html' title='Workaholics'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-1237256769570357742</id><published>2010-01-06T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T05:04:33.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The secreasy behind skininess</title><content type='html'>I wonder if Japanese stay skinny because they eat healty food or because it's so damn cold indoors?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-1237256769570357742?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1237256769570357742/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/01/secreasy-behind-skininess.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/1237256769570357742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/1237256769570357742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2010/01/secreasy-behind-skininess.html' title='The secreasy behind skininess'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-6529071502709189011</id><published>2009-12-25T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:52:55.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Spending Christmas at work wasn't all that bad. It was just like any other day at work, but I was filled with the same excitement as a little child, longing to get home from work to open the Christmas presents Santa left in my mail. I gave my colleagues a few home made gifts with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;knäck&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lussebullar&lt;/span&gt;, which seemed to be appreciated (more than when I let them try &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Djungelvrål&lt;/span&gt;).  When I finally came home from work, I spoke to my family over skype and opened my presents. I could at least see the white Christmas through skype, that must count, right? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Risgrynsgröt&lt;/span&gt; with cinnamon and sugar was served for dinner. All in all, it was a merry little Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God fortsättning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-6529071502709189011?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6529071502709189011/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/6529071502709189011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/6529071502709189011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-7445306229040941009</id><published>2009-12-18T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T06:11:24.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.9 on the Richter scale</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up of an earthquake. Quarter to six, an early morning call. It was just a small one, but the first I ever experienced myself. It felt like the ground was on a big, moving air balloon. Or a bit like I woke up and the world had turned into a bouncy castle. At first I thought it was a fever dream and it took a while before I realized that my bed was actually moving. I couldn't help but feeling a little bit of excitement, but at the same time it's scary. And they are expecting a big one in Kantō region soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-7445306229040941009?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/7445306229040941009/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/12/39-on-richter-scale.html#comment-form' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/7445306229040941009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/7445306229040941009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/12/39-on-richter-scale.html' title='3.9 on the Richter scale'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-6252116543992793790</id><published>2009-12-18T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:07:52.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference between Swedish news and Japanese</title><content type='html'>I am watching the evening news on TV. One news flash is about a car crash with a fatal outcome. The deceased are called by name. Next is a clip about karaoke, the people participating in the interview stay anonymous. Why this difference? Does it have anything to do with karaoke as a phenomenon or is it the English translation of the TV news? Or is this just the way it goes in Japan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-6252116543992793790?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6252116543992793790/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/12/difference-between-swedish-news-and.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/6252116543992793790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/6252116543992793790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/12/difference-between-swedish-news-and.html' title='Difference between Swedish news and Japanese'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-6325091667194581068</id><published>2009-12-17T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:06:45.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice, ice baby</title><content type='html'>Observation from real life: Hot water really steams when you run the tap in a freezing bath room. The same goes for boiling water in a Siberian kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-6325091667194581068?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6325091667194581068/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/12/ice-ice-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/6325091667194581068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/6325091667194581068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/12/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice, ice baby'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-8725504563331121364</id><published>2009-11-30T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:54:20.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The office</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I guess some of you are wondering what I’m actually doing work-wise over here. To tell the truth, sometimes I do to. However, due to confidentiality reasons, I can’t tell you much. All I can say is that I’m doing research on thin film solar cells and hopefully the outcome of it will be my graduate thesis. Taking about confidential matters, often when I’m curious and ask something about the research outside my field, the reply from my instructor is that he can’t tell me, it’s confidential. Definitely makes me feel like I am part of the company…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Every morning I attend the morning meeting with my group of 12 people. It’s usually around half an hour long –all in Japanese! Sometimes there’s one graph or phrase I’ll understand, but usually I spend the time staring out in the office landscape with my mind blank. I have often heard people in Sweden complaining about open-plan offices. Well, here they are about 60 people in the same room, with desks facing each other and if you’re lucky a couple of shields dividing the room in two. That’s truly an open landscape of workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Often I’m surprised how much time my instructor can spend helping, or sometimes babysitting, me. He is also the leader of the group and one could imagine him having more important things to do than watching every step I take. Like last week, when he spent 2.5 hours with me in the clean room, while I was loading samples in a machine, starting the measurement by pressing enter and then unloading when finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Still, best parts of the day are the corporate song in the morning and the three o’clock exercise, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;radio taisō&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ehSxl-p0gk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ehSxl-p0gk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-8725504563331121364?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8725504563331121364/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/11/office.html#comment-form' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/8725504563331121364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/8725504563331121364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/11/office.html' title='The office'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-3504866080768099252</id><published>2009-11-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:12:37.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cup cake upside down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Sv1n82nWTTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Nm0PyjWNtug/s1600-h/DSCF3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Sv1n82nWTTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Nm0PyjWNtug/s320/DSCF3318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403589423064829234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Sv1nl2lzfyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/J4w58oscO7k/s320/DSCF3322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403589027921362722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Sv1nmRUi0UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ojZQwMQJ77w/s320/DSCF3331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403589035096723778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apple cinnamon cream cheese cup cakes. First try in my combined microwave and oven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Inga konstigheter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-3504866080768099252?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3504866080768099252/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/11/cup-cake-upside-down.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/3504866080768099252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/3504866080768099252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/11/cup-cake-upside-down.html' title='Cup cake upside down'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Sv1n82nWTTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Nm0PyjWNtug/s72-c/DSCF3318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-298416423517188120</id><published>2009-11-12T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T03:32:24.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counterproductivity</title><content type='html'>In many cases, Japanese people are very good att keeping their things immaculate and durable. Sometimes it comes as a great shock when you run across something from a different lifetime and it hasn't even got a single scratch to it. But as I was walking home from work today I burst out laughing as I looked into a lorry driving past. The seats were still covered in plastic from the factory, as expected, but to my surprise the driver was sitting there on his spotless outpost puffing on a cigarett... Tell me, what's the point with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-298416423517188120?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/298416423517188120/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/11/counterproductivity.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/298416423517188120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/298416423517188120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/11/counterproductivity.html' title='Counterproductivity'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-6643439336733237588</id><published>2009-11-11T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T05:46:30.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On top of the mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I like living in Atsugi because the scenery with the big mountains and rice fields is beautiful. But Atsugi doesn’t have all that much to offer, so on the weekends I open my wings (or rather, take out my train-card for a round) to see something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Svq16MsH-pI/AAAAAAAAADs/5Ffri_BPweI/s200/DSCF3053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402830714427669138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Two weekends ago I climbed the nearby Mount Oyama- &lt;i&gt;big mountain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; – together with some colleagues. A cable car took us up the first bit of the mountain, up to a shrine. Close to this shrine is an old hiding place, where the locals took their children to keep them safe during the war. &lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;The hike to the top wasn’t all that hard as the invitation had pointed it out to be &lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;please warm up s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ufficiently&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; if you are not sure of your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;stamina”)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;font-style:normal"&gt; and after about 1.5 hours we had reached the summit at 1,252 meters. Unfortunately it was hazy at the top, so we couldn’t see the long wished-for view of the ocean and the surrounding landscape. But it was compensated of the glimpse we got of Mount Fuji as the clouds dispersed. I really enjoyed being on an outdoor adventure for a change. And I have to admit my legs were aching the day after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve also participated in another company activity, namely a tree cutting day. Yep, it’s exactly what it sounds like; we went into the bush and cut down a cedar tree, by hand, and then rounded off the day with a BBQ and some beers. The whole tree-cutting thing was meant to preserve the old technique of cutting down tress by hand. A pretty fun and chill day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;The past Saturday I went to Kamakura, a touristy beachside “town” (population 170,000) only one hour by train from Atsugi. Kamakura was the capital of Japan from 1185 to 1333 and is said to be a “ Little Kyoto”, with an enormous number of Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines. Kamakura is also home to Japan’s second-largest Buddha image, 11.3 m in height, cast in bronze and completed in 1252. The town had a nice quiet feeling to it, even though it was weekend and the streets where full with people, and I really liked seeing a bit of the cultural Japan. As I walked down to the beach it turned out to be a Hawaiian inspired surfers spot. Still in the beginning of November, the water was filled with surfers waiting for the right wave to come. Next time, I’ll rent a surfboard (and wetsuit) and join them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 104px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Svq0GKyB2cI/AAAAAAAAADc/uvOrrv3ru3A/s320/DSCF3303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402828721050737090" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve also visited Yokohama, the second largest city in Japan with 3.5 million inhabitants. It was less chaotic than Tokyo and had a nice Chinatown, which made you feel like you were somewhere else in Asia. And of course I’ve spent quite some time exploring the different parts of Tokyo: the shopping and entertainment districts Shinjuku and Shibuya – the latter famous for the huge zebra crossing, which is entirely covered by a horde of humans crossing as the light switch to green; Ginza – Tokyo’s 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; avenue; Harajuku – expensive and trendy shopping streets with architectonic highlights; Akihabara – heaven for technique freaks; Kichijõji – centred on a big park and home to many small, new and trendy shops (one sold Swedish retro chinaware like Rörstrand and Gustavsberg, and even Bliw handsoap for ¥ 1000 a bottle, which is around 80 SEK (!). Maybe a future business?); Shimo-Kitazawa – described as “free spirited”, with small alleys filled with bars and cafés, and one second hand shop after another.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Do you want to see some pictures from my weekend activities? You will find them in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ingridajaxon/sets/"&gt;my photo album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-6643439336733237588?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/6643439336733237588/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-top-of-mountain.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/6643439336733237588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/6643439336733237588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-top-of-mountain.html' title='On top of the mountain'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Svq16MsH-pI/AAAAAAAAADs/5Ffri_BPweI/s72-c/DSCF3053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-357549608065463261</id><published>2009-10-28T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:37:31.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My top 5 favourite Japanese sounds</title><content type='html'>1. Number one is unbeatable and      hard to miss. It comes in as many varieties as there are Japanese. What      I’m talking about is the [ääääääh]-sound, a conversation filler like      [uhmm, aha] and the like. It’s at its best when exclaimed after someone      has said something surprising and especially when it comes from a girl –      then the [ääääääh] can be very high pitched. (To continue my course in      Swedish sounds for you English speakers, ä sounds like the vocals in hair. Or at least it was the best I could come up with right know, anyone who has a better suggestion?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The sound lorries make when      they reverse and turn. It’s the voice of a girl and I guess she’s saying      something like “sorry for being in the way and please watch out”, together      with an extremely silly beeping sound. Ambulances also have the same type      of sound, saying they’re sorry that they’re in the way. Maybe it’s      inappropriate to say it’s hilarious, but it really is. Hearing this sound      always puts a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The drunken, mumbly sound bus      drivers make once in a while. It sound like: [Hasch, hasch… maschimasch…      haschi, haschi… maschi]. I don’t have a clue what it means, but I sure      like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A Japanese conversation, and      especially when someone is explaining something to someone else. I like      the rhythm of the language. I just wish I could understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The ear-piercing sound you hear      when entering a pachinko parlour (a pachinko resembles an upright pinball      game and the parlours are filled with rows of them, and usually      they also have a wide variety of video games). The sound is unbelievable,      it’s loud and it’s chaotic and I can’t believe people spend hours in      there. I wonder if there are any studies of the risk of developing      tinnitus in a pachinko parlour? &lt;ol style="margin-top:0cm" start="1" type="1"&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top:0cm" start="1" type="1"&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-357549608065463261?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/357549608065463261/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-top-5-favourite-japanese-sounds.html#comment-form' title='4 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/357549608065463261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/357549608065463261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-top-5-favourite-japanese-sounds.html' title='My top 5 favourite Japanese sounds'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-4146461172935020923</id><published>2009-10-14T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T03:33:19.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The boss’s new gadgets</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;At work it feels a bit like the three of us “interns” are considered to be the company’s latest investment. We are the gadgets that the boss likes to show off with. But I’m not the one complaining, being one of the exotic Swedes I got to shake hands with a Noble price winner!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/StZeNuF7RVI/AAAAAAAAADE/4pqjsUW9Uxs/s200/DSC06919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392601193626944850" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/chemistry/laureates/2000/index.html"&gt;Dr. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/chemistry/laureates/2000/index.html"&gt;Shirakawa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; won the Noble price in chemistry in year 2000 for his discovery and development of conducting polymers. Last week he was visiting the company for a demonstration of their solar cells. He had been involved in developing one part of it. We were &lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;asked to join, and the explanation I was given was that he wanted to see us (or maybe, just maybe, it was the way I interpreted it). When the demonstration was finished we were presented as &lt;i&gt;“our new interns from Sweden, who really wanted to meet you”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;. We bowed and said our [Hadjememachtee] (a polite way of saying hello) and then photos were taken and hands shaken and I was smiling big times. It was fun. He looked like such a sweet old man and he said it was an honour to meet us.  Not too bad, ehh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;We’ve also had lunch with the boss himself, who is the holder of the Guinness world record of number of patents, and the chairman of the board. Nice, but formal occasions. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;But there are also downsides of being the ones that everyone has to see. Once a month they have an in house conference and on the last occasion we were asked, 5 min prior, to stand in front of everybody in the conference room and present ourselves. Inside was all employees including all the members of the board, all in all between 600 and 700 people! I was so nervous I thought I was going to faint and I couldn’t hold the microphone fixed in front of me because my hands were shaking too much. But luckily it was a quick presentation. The backwash of the hole thing was that lunch was straight afterwards and I can assure you that it’s completely impossible to eat with chopsticks when your hands are still shaking from the adrenalin chock.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;This week they had us listening to a lecture about electron spin resonance for 3.5 hours – all in Japanese! I couldn’t see the importance of that one. And just a 10 min break, without any &lt;i&gt;fika&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; (Swedish cake and coffee brake)! Well ok, I learnt one thing. With this analysis method they have concluded that as the price of tea (of course green) and instant coffee increase, the amount of free radicals decrease, thus expensive tea is more healthy than cheap. Very valuable knowledge.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I’ve finally uploaded some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ingridajaxon/sets/"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;. As soon as I have some new photos I will upload them, so you just have to check out the photoalbum once in a while if you don’t want to miss out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-4146461172935020923?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4146461172935020923/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/10/bosss-new-gadgets.html#comment-form' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/4146461172935020923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/4146461172935020923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/10/bosss-new-gadgets.html' title='The boss’s new gadgets'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/StZeNuF7RVI/AAAAAAAAADE/4pqjsUW9Uxs/s72-c/DSC06919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-2969881427683647168</id><published>2009-10-09T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:05:05.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day by the riverside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Ss8_ChnWGpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dQc2_zWnFBQ/s1600-h/DSCF3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Ss8_ChnWGpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dQc2_zWnFBQ/s200/DSCF3122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390596591601457810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was a beautiful warm and sunny day, a typical Swedish summers day. We were invited to barbecue with the tennis team by the river. We weren’t the only ones doing this, many others had set up their barbecues and laid out their plastic mats and chairs and were enjoying it as much as we were. Some people were in the water fishing for their dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;The tennis team had done the grocery shopping, and they were packing up one thing after the other. We started cutting everything in nice little pieces and as the coal was warn enough we started barbecuing and then eating with the chopsticks straight from the grill. A very smart way to do it as everything will stay warm. We kept on eating for nearly 3 hours! Just small munches at a time, but it felt like the food supply was endless. The strangest thing they barbecued was something they called &lt;i&gt;hormones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;, I think it was some sort of glands from pigs, yuck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Ss81fkM1wjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_vVYfgUL-ok/s200/DSCF3131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390586095395521074" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;As I though we had finished it all, they started doing veggie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yaki-soba,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; fried noodles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b2b1d3004d4b4e27" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2b1d3004d4b4e27%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331151911%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73F8F43567863839F91AC5BA4FB91DD74C5060ED.3087583A993AC165A5073DFCC33F711EC9712533%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2b1d3004d4b4e27%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5SCUWYuzQu1zEoIoRgbW98VHcaI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2b1d3004d4b4e27%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331151911%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D73F8F43567863839F91AC5BA4FB91DD74C5060ED.3087583A993AC165A5073DFCC33F711EC9712533%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2b1d3004d4b4e27%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5SCUWYuzQu1zEoIoRgbW98VHcaI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I had a very nice and filling day in the sun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-2969881427683647168?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/2969881427683647168/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-by-riverside.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/2969881427683647168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/2969881427683647168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-by-riverside.html' title='A day by the riverside'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Ss8_ChnWGpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dQc2_zWnFBQ/s72-c/DSCF3122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-8799833324250755761</id><published>2009-10-09T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T05:39:00.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About being an alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I do feel like an alien sometimes. Like when it takes me 20 minutes to figure out which bottle is fabric softener and which is liquid washing powder in the shop. Or when I thought one of the guys in the football team wanted to shake hands with me and present himself, as he came crouching towards me with one hand reached out in front of himself. But in fact, he was only showing in a very Japanese way that he wanted to get through to pick up his water bottle,  without bothering anybody on the way. And there I was, with a stupid hand reached out in mid air. Or when I time after other step over the slippers in random doorways that I think belong to someone else and hear voices behind me saying “no, no, wait, stop”, and as I turn around I realise I’ve missed yet another pair of slippers I’m supposed to wear to the toilet, or wherever I’m heading to.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;But it’s okey. At least I have the certificate now, being registered as an alien:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Ss8t_0mainI/AAAAAAAAACk/xIfGKCJC_54/s320/DSCF3153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390577853460548210" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-8799833324250755761?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/8799833324250755761/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-being-alien.html#comment-form' title='3 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/8799833324250755761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/8799833324250755761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-being-alien.html' title='About being an alien'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Ss8t_0mainI/AAAAAAAAACk/xIfGKCJC_54/s72-c/DSCF3153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-4984302445781752218</id><published>2009-09-30T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T04:59:53.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Payday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SsNG5Laen1I/AAAAAAAAACU/y5sLgDLbmS4/s320/DSCF3094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387227527395581778" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SsNHH00-mYI/AAAAAAAAACc/6QT1UgtLpss/s1600-h/DSCF3099.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SsNHH00-mYI/AAAAAAAAACc/6QT1UgtLpss/s1600-h/DSCF3099.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SsNHH00-mYI/AAAAAAAAACc/6QT1UgtLpss/s320/DSCF3099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387227779030751618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Några frågor på det?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-4984302445781752218?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4984302445781752218/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/09/payday.html#comment-form' title='8 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/4984302445781752218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/4984302445781752218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/09/payday.html' title='Payday'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SsNG5Laen1I/AAAAAAAAACU/y5sLgDLbmS4/s72-c/DSCF3094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-4610629544344272822</id><published>2009-09-25T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:15:09.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First impressions last</title><content type='html'>I’ve been here fifteen days now. And I’m slowly starting to realize that I actually live in Japan. One could think that it’s pretty obvious that you’ve moved far away from home when you can’t read a single thing, cars drive on the wrong side of the road, kids at the supermarket stare at you like you were from Mars, you’re scared to behave inappropriately most of the time, don’t know what to answer when someone unmistakably is trying to ask you something and you end up saying nothing and looking stupid. I’ve had the feeling that I’m in a dream or at least on holiday. But now it’s slowly getting to me. I actually live in Japan. Things I first found hilarious have started become familiar. And I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SrzWZD3N8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DCxBH8uVwRc/s200/DSCF3039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385414980450251122" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Japan from above. I like how it looks very well-organised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;It first started at Narita airport. I was amazed by the big painted signs on the streets: smoking prohibited, please smoke at designated areas. I’ve been waiting for this a long time in Sweden. I actually asked my sister this summer when the first non-smoking music festival would come. I think it’s about time. It’s not prohibited to smoke in all streets here, but in Tokyo city there seems to be a lot of them. We saw a map in Shibuya (one of the districts of Tokyo) yesterday showing areas where you could smoke, and there weren’t many of them. The negative side of it all is that you might end up dining next to a table of heavy smokers. Because it’s still okey to smoke in restaurants and not all of them have non-smoking sections. So the Japanese government has a regulation they have to put some effort into before I’m entirely satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SrzXdTg8GxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-MEX2cOfeZs/s200/DSCF3044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385416152882879250" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Next time my eyes where about to pop out was when we (I’ll explain later) arrived in Atsugi city. There on the street was an elevator for cars, rotating them and lifting them up to the car parc. Amazing! It looked like the automatic storage shelves for washed working clothes at SSAB, for you who have seen it. But the Japanese know how to save valuable space, that’s for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SrzlA5yvsqI/AAAAAAAAABs/uMNamNZ0agw/s200/DSCF3231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385431058104693410" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Atsugi city is the location for the semiconductor company where I’ll be doing an internship for the next 6 months, which hopefully, if ends will meet, will be my graduate thesis of my engineering degree. When I said we earlier, I referred to Fredrik, who is a student at KTH in Stockholm, and me. We are three students here at the same time and Fredrik and me came here at the same time. I had only met Fredrik two times before we came here. Tomas, the third who fulfils our trio, and I have taken some courses together in Uppsala and he had already been here for two weeks when we came. We have turned out to be an excellent trio and I really like these guys. Both of them have been in Japan before and can speak some Japanese which is a big help for me, but I also think that it’s convenient for all of us that we’re not alone here. And they’re trying to teach me at least one Japanese word per day. They also teach me how I’m supposed to behave if I want to melt in as a proper girlish Japanese girl. Of course I made sure my mobile phone is pink and this weekend I bought the number 1 manga for girls, reading (or I mean looking closely to the pictures) it slowly so it looks like I’m actually reading it. And first train home I got some reactions from girls around me who glanced at my manga and gave me looks of liking. All to blend in among the others. I just wished I could actually understand what it is about. (And honestly I’m not only interested in what types of manga Japanese girls read but also the whole mind of Japanese people, both girls and boys; it’s part of exploring a new culture. If you try to understand how the Japanese think it makes it easier to understand certain situations. And I don’t honestly think I will mix in just by pretending to read the trendiest manga anyway. It’s what I’ve heard from others being here, it doesn’t matter how many years you’ve spent in this country. In the end, no matter how many Japanese habits you adapt, you will always be a stranger, you will never become Japanese.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SrzZtcJKFAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rLPdX-U_fZw/s200/DSCF3140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385418629100213250" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Atsugi city is a big city in Kanagawa prefecture, situated a little to the southwest of Tokyo. It is unclear if it belongs to the suburbs of Tokyo or if it’s just countryside. To me, it doesn’t matter. I’m glad I have a view over green mountains in the distance and that, instead of traffic, I can hear the cicadas play at night. And it only takes you 50 minutes to go to Shinjuku (another district in the centre of Tokyo city) by train. Work is less than five minutes away from where we live. We live in a house with what they call dorm rooms. I would call it a small apartment. It has one room with a bed, wardrobe and TV and a big balcony (compared to the boys, who live on the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; floor and have a view over a garage, I have a nice view of the surroundings from the 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor). In the hallway there’s a small kitchenette a bathroom and a washing machine. So there’s everything you need here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Srza69sVmfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Z2zOtrUFRDY/s200/DSCF3058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385419960956066290" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/Srzbc4vjF2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/LFCh5q-hKlU/s200/DSCF3051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385420543742908258" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SrzbP9pqkAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tJlRve3yfu8/s200/DSCF3048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385420321722109954" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s also fun to walk along the streets here. First you have an office building, next a block of houses, and then a supermarket, an industry, a rice field, a parking lot, a vegetable plantation, a house, another rice field, some more crops and then an industry. Everything is mixed up. And I’ve never seen a rice field with my own eyes before. Soon harvest is coming up, which I’m looking forward too. Maybe I get the chance to eat fresh rice?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SrzdNmnLgXI/AAAAAAAAABM/FRvGrpqjN7I/s200/DSCF3120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385422480201187698" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vending machine for 10 kg rice bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;The company we work for is more than interesting. It’s a company that research and develop cutting-edge technology without manufacturing end user products (I know, it sound like a sentence taken from a booklet and yes, it is). The funding comes from the patents and licences they establish. The research is carried out in shifts, day and night. The company has around 700 employees and the mean age must be low judging by the look of people (even though it’s extremely hard to tell when it comes to the Japanese, they grow old with dignity). We start working at 9.00 every morning, but first we dress in the extremely bad fit, but reasonably&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; comfortable, blue two piece company clothing. I wear size double L, the second largest, in pants and a jacket in size 9, the smallest. I look ridiculous. We’re supposed to be at our desks about 15 minutes before so we’re ready to start at nine. At ten to nine the bells ring and the company song, &lt;i&gt;Blue Sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;, is played in the speaker system so we all know that a new great working day is about to begin (don’t you worry I have the CD so I can play it for you when I get back). So far it’s hilarious, but soon enough I won’t even think it’s a strange thing having a corporate song, don’t all companies have one? We have 45 minutes lunch break at either twelve or quarter past, and of course the bells both ring in and out for both lunch shifts so you won’t miss it. At three it’s time for some exe&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;rcise. To the tones of a piano and a brisk man counting and telling you what to do we can all get up, get a break and some more energy. But to be honest I haven’t seen anyone doing the exercise yet, except for the ones teaching us how to do it. At 17.45 the working day has come to an end and the bells ring again and we all go to get changed. And so far, none of us have had to work later than this, and I don’t think we’re expected to either. In between these hours notifications through the speaker system are heard several times, probably saying that someone is &lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;looking for a Mr. or Mrs./Ms. so and so. I still think it’s funny. And I almost know how to pronounce a polite request for someone through the speaker, even though I wouldn’t know what I was saying. I’ve learnt the most common lines I have to use during a day. In the morning you say [Åhajåå gosajmass] (a very Swedish pronunciation of good morning) preferably with a very long s at the end. At any other time during the day you exchange a well-intentional, but mumbly, [Otsukaresama des] with each other, which literally means &lt;i&gt;“work harder”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Except lunch, there’s also the possibility to eat dinner for the same price as the lunch, ¥300. In the house there’s also a barber with very reasonable prices and a shop, where you pick anything you want and scan your personal key card and the product and the amount will be withdrawn from the next payment. The shop holds everything from cup noodles, soft drinks, lollies and energy bars to stockings, sticky plasters and facemasks. My goal is to try all the different types of energy bars. Today I had one that said it contained banana (or at least that was my conclusion judging from the picture), it tasted very synthetic and almost like coughing medicine or was it the thing the dentist used to brush on your teeth when you were a kid? It’s very convenient whenever that chocolate monster in your tummy is roaring, even though I haven’t found anything like Cadbury’s or Geisha (they should definitely start importing them!) or Marabou. But so far, I don’t miss chocolate from home. I will tell you when I do and you can send me some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;The biggest surprise of them all came the very first day when we arrived. Among our 700 collegues there is one girl who has lived in Ransäter in Sweden, in the province of Värmland, and studied Swedish for one year plus another 6 (!) years at a university here in Japan! Isn’t that amazing?! The world feels so small sometimes. She speaks Swedish well, but sadly enough she doesn’t use her skills in her profession. I’ve heard it’s quite common among women who have studied at university here in Japan; they rarely work with what they’ve studied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SrzcZIaabVI/AAAAAAAAABE/CmsUifffkxQ/s200/DSCF3189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385421578741378386" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;So that is just a little bit of what daily life here is like. I will tell you much more if you keep on reading. For all of you who fell asleep one or many times while reading: I promise that more pictures will come and I probably won’t write as much (but I can’t promise anything). I just had so much I wanted to say. The first impressions are the ones that remain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-4610629544344272822?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/4610629544344272822/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-impressions-last.html#comment-form' title='2 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/4610629544344272822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/4610629544344272822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-impressions-last.html' title='First impressions last'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/SrzWZD3N8XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DCxBH8uVwRc/s72-c/DSCF3039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-1822271384893063536</id><published>2009-09-25T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:20:50.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An honest proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;So, I like writing. But I am much better at writing in my mother tongue than in English. Not to mention Japanese. (Well, I can at least say it: [Nihongo wa chåttå…] which translates into &lt;i&gt;“Japanese is a bit…”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;, saying in a polite way that my Japanese isn’t what it’s supposed to be. Just to clarify: I hadn’t studied a word of Japanese before I came here. (And &lt;i&gt;å&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt; sounds a bit like a posh &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;, do you follow?)) However, it would feel unfair to all of you who aren’t fluent (in Swedish) just yet, if you had to translate every message through google translate. You would probably miss the point. So, here’s my proposal: I'll write in Swedish whenever I feel like it, but will try to write a majority of the posts in English. Ok?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-1822271384893063536?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/1822271384893063536/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/09/honest-proposal_25.html#comment-form' title='0 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/1822271384893063536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/1822271384893063536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/09/honest-proposal_25.html' title='An honest proposal'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563599514593160059.post-3818651324485912517</id><published>2009-09-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T07:15:18.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En hyllning</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Det började med att jag hade en diffus bild i mitt huvud, några ytterst få tankar som jag hade svårt att sätta ord på. Jag förmedlade denna vaga bild till min gamle gode, och inte minst kloke vän, Milky Way och han sa ”okej, jag ska göra vad jag kan”. Hur han gjorde är för mig ett mysterium, men av det lilla jag fick ur mig lyckades han fånga kärnan och det blev precis så som jag hade tänkt mig, fast mycket mycket bättre. För att tala klarspråk så fick han dit pricken över i:et, fast i plural. Så om ni händelsevis tycker att den grafiska utformningen är synnerligen skön för ögat, ska ni givetvis poängtera det för mig så att jag kan suga åt mig för att min diffusa bild var en sådan strålande idé, men samtidigt kan ni ju tänka lite på Milky också som kan det där med layout. För det är han värd.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ps. &lt;a href="http://www.martin.widen.nu/blogg/index.htm"&gt;Martin&lt;/a&gt; är bäst.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563599514593160059-3818651324485912517?l=imissingo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/feeds/3818651324485912517/comments/default' title='Kommentarer till inlägget'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/09/arad-vare-milky-way.html#comment-form' title='1 kommentarer'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/3818651324485912517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563599514593160059/posts/default/3818651324485912517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imissingo.blogspot.com/2009/09/arad-vare-milky-way.html' title='En hyllning'/><author><name>iMissIngo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02537280185997461759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Clm0RyRWPgk/S2LfUUbcrsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ng9RL09lwGA/S220/Ingo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
