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Walked around Imbi station
I was hungry so I decided to go to restaurant.
There are many restaurant (Chinese food etc…) around Imbi station.
I was tired because I walked around at first day.
Chinese food is good, but I want to eat meat anyway.
The only thing in my eyes is fried meat in oil.
Before I knew it, I was standing in front of a restaurant in the mall.
There’s fried food.
It was a Korean restaurant. (I can’t remember which part of the story had Korean elements.)
While I was staring at the menu at the front of the store, a clerk came up to me and looked at me intently.
…difficult to leave.
I decided to go into the store.
The price is about 450 yen in Japanese yen.
The garlic sauce and chicken play harmoniously.
Hmmm. It’s good.
However, I don’t feel that the amount is too small.
petty trouble
And now that I’ve filled my stomach.
I went to the convenience store to buy breakfast and shampoo for tomorrow.
I thought I would be able to get by without shampoo, so I brought only one solid soap, but
I scratched an unusual amount of sweat during the day, so I had no choice but to buy one.
I bought a small bottle of Pantene.
It’s my favorite shampoo at home. (It doesn’t matter.)
We went back to the hotel.
I thought that the accommodation cost was a little cheaper, and started up the application of Booking.com.
I don’t know…
It’s been cancelled!
I checked in, but it’s been cancelled.
Last minute hotel cancellations were supposed to be subject to a cancellation fee.
I thought this was a problem, so I sent an email to Booking.com’s management.
I thought it might be a problem on the hotel’s part, so what’s the matter with this! He went to the front desk to say, “I’m sorry.
I reached the front.
…Well, the guy at the front desk is praying.
It’s Islam. It can’t be helped, we have time for the service.
What’s the matter with you? How long does it take for the service to be over…?
Back to the room.
We waited about 30 minutes and went to the front desk again.
It seemed that the service was over.
When I got closer to him, I saw that he was making a video call with someone.
What do you want?
Excuse me, I checked in, but why did they cancel it?
Oh?
That’s why I checked in, because it was cancelled.
Oh, it’s okay, it’s okay.
No, you’re going to have to pay a cancellation fee or something, right?
It’s okay, it’s okay! Yes, that’s the end of the story.
Yeah.
I laughed bitterly and reluctantly went back to my room.
I was worried that this would be okay, but the next day I received an email from the management of Booking.com, which said that there was no problem and that the payment of the cancellation fee would not occur.
Chang Chang.
I’m telling you, the Japanese are getting chewy.
I’m sure the front guy thought, “I’m not going to do this.
ruminate on one’s memories
I took a shower and got into bed.
I refrained from playing with my smartphone as much as possible because there was no wifi in the room and there was also a limit on the amount of communication.
I didn’t have much to do, so I took out my pen and notebook and decided to reflect on the events of the day.
How many years has it been since I’ve looked back on the day’s events like this?
I’ve been blogging since I returned home and there are some things I regret.
For one thing, I didn’t take my video camera with me.
The other thing is that I didn’t take as many pictures of the Malaysian streets as I thought I would.
Take a picture, turn on the video camera.
Sometimes the act of “I’m going to taste the event itself” gets in the way.
In the movie “LIFE!”, Sean O’Connell (Sean Penn) said
“I don’t want the camera to get in my way if it’s my favorite moment.
There’s a line that says, “I’m not going to do this.
The photos I took with my friends when I was a student are an irreplaceable and precious treasure.
But I’ve recently realized that the photographic images are so strong that my memories of my peers are no longer going beyond the confines of the photographic image.
My memory is now only photo-based.
I think we, the smart phone generation, have a soft spot for storing memories.
Somewhere along the way, I have this feeling that all the memories I want to leave behind should be captured in a photograph.
On top of that, I’ve gotten so caught up in taking pictures that I’ve forgotten to enjoy the event itself, which is a catastrophic situation.
All that remains is the memory of the shutter release, and there is nothing in it.
Certainly, in terms of making videos and writing blogs, I should have turned the camera around more and pressed the shutter. In that respect, I regret it.
However, I didn’t want my memories of Malaysia to be just a camera rolling and a shutter release.
I savor every single one of the events without taking pictures as much as possible.
And I want to ruminate on the memory of that event.
‘Writing a journal’ has made them come true.
When I was in junior high and high school, I kept a life of journaling and not writing.
The memory of the day the diary was written is pretty clear, much clearer than the one that remained in the photograph.
For me, the act of “writing a diary” was to press down the shutters of my mind and make the memory permanent.
However, at some point in time, I had come to rely on photographs to store my memories.
Okay…
During my stay in Malaysia, I pressed the shutters on my mind a great deal.
To be continued…
