I first heard of Mensoubou Mutekiya when my grade school classmate and her family (who is also the current “political first family” of my hometown, Tagum City) visited Tokyo last year. We (meaning them, with myself) had a dinner somewhere in Shibuya and the Filipino community here in Tokyo, who were originally from Davao. At that time, after going home back to their hotel somewhere in Ikebukuro, they informed all of us who were still there that time before we finally parted ways that the hotel they were staying in suggested they try the so-called “best ramen in Japan” (or should I say, “Best Ramen in Ikebukuro?”) during their stay.
Given my past culinary experience in Japan during the 1990s and my Filipinized Japanese cuisine exposure to Toki, I wasn’t really that very interested because for some reason, my taste buds are not really that picky. But one thing I always found to be very interesting is that regardless of what day or what time I would pass by the area since the place first registered in my consciousness, I would really see a lot of people queuing just to have their lunch or dinner or late night munch in this very quaint dining spot while the other nearby restaurants are either half empty or half full, depending on how you look at it.
I chanced upon the world-famous Tokyo Dome yesterday while looking for a spot to read my case studies for my Day 4 Term Paper Reports for my MBA studies. A lot of baseball fans flocked Korakuen Station and for a minute, I also wanted to queue and watch a game myself. But then, soon enough, I realized I have to focus on my deliverables first especially since I know time and time again that “procrastination kills.” Besides, with everyone wearing their favorite jerseys and team outfits, I would surely look so alone watching a Japanese baseball game all by myself.
Perhaps next time? Especially when I already received my paycheck from my internship here.
Today, April 3, I finally began my MBA internship for a multinational pharmaceutical company here in Tokyo, Japan. I don’t want to place the name of the company here in my blog because for some reason, WordPress has great SEO thingamajigs that each time a put a keyword in my blog, I always end up on page 1 of Google Results. As you know, this blog is just a personal blog, and although I am vain like that, I still want to maintain a low profile of some sort. Go figure.
Here are some of the pictures I took while appreciating life, beauty, and God’s creation at Shakuji Koen. I could have gotten better pictures if I had a better camera, but mobility has its price, right? At any rate, I know I’ll be back here in Japan.
The time has come for the world to come full circle. After the treacherous cold and windy nights where I first saw my first snow (and fresh one at that), spring has, well, uhm, sprung. What better way than to celebrate Spring in Tokyo, Japan than with some quick harami (yes, just quick, I have to do something else than philosophize under a tree or something) coupled with some jumpshots and pictures much to the alarm of the locals.
I could just hear them say, here goes the crazy gaijin again. Anyway, the 2 pics in this blog post are from Wako Park in Wako City, Saitama which is just a quick 30 minute brisk walk away from where I reside in Nerima-ku.