So this is the real story that happened to me today. Not a big deal, but combining all of these happening in one day in just a few hours, it's just a little weird.
- I was in a bathroom at the Adaptive Path birthday party (was so much fun!) and got a call from an unknown number to my cellphone. I got the call and the guy was talking to me in Japanese and I thought it's some Japanese guy visiting here, but he was actually calling to some girl Keiko that I don't know. So I just answered "No you're calling a wrong number", of couese in Japanese.
- We left the party and came into an Irish pub O'Brien and on the radio it was playing Dragon Ash, a Japanese hip-hop band that was hot like 5 years ago in Japan. I was like "OMG which channel is this? How could this happen?"
- I was looking at the log of my cellphone and the wrong number call that I received was made on 9:12pm. Hmm, 9/12 is my birthday.
- We left the pub, I came home and turned on my Mac to see some videocast shows. On diggnation Kevin Rose was talking about a Japanese tech blog site that I told him the other day at Six Apart holiday party.
It just sounds like some Japanese obsession now that I'm feeling I won't come back to Japan, which I talked to a couple of people today at Foo Bar at the office. Hmm.
If this is me in Haruki Murakami's story, I would probably get a hot shower, eat a sandwich, drink a glass of beer while being confused and say "whatever" (やれやれ).