One of the tell tale signs is when I start to use this emoticon, ><, a lot.
This is usually followed by imaginary smells of miso and soy sauce in the air.
Then, small black hairs begin to grow on my forearm.
What’s happening is this:
The 25% of Japanese in my blood is coming to the surface.
So, how do I cope with this sudden influx of Japaneasyness?
First, I seek out or make Japanese food, like these Sushi and Rice balls that I jerry rigged together last week. (BTW The drink in the picture is home made Horchata. Maybe I am a bit Mexican as well?)
In any case, if Japanese food is no where near, I am forced to cope through song.
More specifically, through Japanese Enka. For those of you who don’t know, Enka is a traditional Japanese style of music with themes of lost love and home town longing. Tonight, since I could not find any Japanese food, I had to relieve myself through a song entitled Kita Guni No Haru or Springtime in the Northern Country Side. Below is my rendition, and the first ever performance of Japanese Enka in the Sudan.