Tastes just like the curry bread sold at the bakery in Oriental City. Here it's called カリーパン curry pan. Japanese cuisine has only one kind of curry.

The next bite was messy. Cream oozed over my fingers. I should've bought the other 10 or so that were also at 30% off. 66円 a small-fist-sized cream puff! Then I could eat them all day. perfect mountain-hiking food.

I'm so bad. This past week I've bought 3 books in English. at the moment, with Bats For Lashes in the corner, I'm reading Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto.

"The night was so deathly silent that I felt I could hear the sound of the stars moving across the heavens."

I also bought a Japanese kids' book to practice reading, because I'm tired of how long it takes me to decipher labels at the supermarket.

I've just realised that it's already dark outside and if I had gone to Shinjuku after class to watch the sun set from where the guidebooks suggest, though I'd have had to ask friends of what that suggestion is since I don't have mine today, I would probably have just arrived there. Too late.

The sky is clear, the air fresh and the top tips of the tall buildings are golden. But I will not go to gleam with them because I want to work on Japanese. I hope that I'll be able to make simple conversation by the end of this semester.