turning japanese...

Funny how I completely forgot to speak Japanese.

Tonight I went out with a tomodachi to meet her Japanese friend named Takahashi who comes over every now and then for business trips and is scouting for native staff who knows their tongue. We had a convo with his staff named Endo regarding details pertinent for the job op. The very fact that fluency in speaking Nihon Go seems to have left me and is a luxury I don't have anymore is very amusing, yet disturbing. I found myself stuttering, racking my brain for the right words to say.


The meeting was concluded with a sumptuous Japanese dinner.

In the end, though I seriously think we barely understood each other on most part of the convo, I still enjoyed the rendezvous. Takahashi was great, I truly enjoyed talking to a true blue Nihon-jin after how many years.

But most of all, the food said it all. Sashiburi ne!..

Here's a glimpse of what we had that night.♥

Itadaikimasu!...