The project room developed a trap after the quake.
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In fact, life in Tokyo moves along normally. I met up some friends on Thursday in Roponggi, and realise most of them are going to Osaka the following weekend. Some of them are temporarily relocated by their overly worried HR, but my estate broker friend is going to Osaka because his wife's family is in Osaka, the trip was planned long time ago (um, we talked so much of the strategy to make money over the market's over-reaction that night over beer, it was fun. I guess I really like money a lot). As we were crawling from one pub to another, I ran into 2 of my skating friends. Briefly exchanged our feeling about how good it is to enjoy a less crowded Tokyo, the American friend said that BBC would like him to find some friends who are panickedly trying to leave Tokyo. He told the journalist that those who wanted to leave are gone already, do you want to interview people who want to stay? No was the answer.
In fact, this week has not been very productive, although I went to work but I spent long time browsing internet trying to find useful, calm, and truthful information. I read as much as I can, but it is hard to filter away the white noise.
I don't want to leave Tokyo (though I have to admit that I was a bit worried but I always think I can find a way to survive, besides, there are so many fella Japanese, there is really no reason to be scared). Nevertheless, I quickly calculate the benefit of going to Osaka, man, I can calm down my parents and have a free trip to Kansai (west), why not? I am not productive anyways, might as well take the advantage.
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