Chasing After Rainbows

Location is probably at Sakuragi, Ueno. McDonald's (Branch at Middle Street, Ueno) The @ Super Suits Store (Shibuya branch) (Geo: 35.664567, 139.699031) (This is the first in a series of photographs I had taken)

I've never actually seen much of the areas around Mizuho Academy, but looking at the areas I've only gone to once, it's somewhat smaller than Mihara academy, but with higher density. The office district alone looks like the downtown district of the capital. Everywhere you look, it seems well designed and maintained: you don't come across anything unpleasant at all as everyone is mindful of others. Well, maybe I would eventually end up at the other places in some point in time. Navigating around the whole Mizuho campus requires you to either take the inter-campus train, or climb a lot of stairs and elevators, and not much open spaces besides courtyards. I think I might go to some of these places I've never been to at some point in the future. Despite the high class appearance or being close to one of the many train station, office and shop rental rates is below 100 yen per square meter per month, which is ridiculously cheap even for a similar space far away f

This is probably something what the news agencies outside Japan might not show, and only the aftermath of it: a whole town being destroyed by a huge tidal wave, with people visibly still in the danger zone. This, plus the damage from the earlier 9.0 magnitude earthquake, multiplied by the number of places similar to this, plus damage to Fukushima #1 Power Plant, you can certainly imagine how much damage and the cost of repairing them, and the people hurt. As of 9 April, there were 13219 deaths (yes, thirteen thousand), 4742 injured, and 14274 missing. The damaged Fukushima plant had a lot of radiation released into the atmosphere, though not as bad as Chernobyl in 1986 . People living within the dangerous range (20-40km; numbers keep changing depending on the radiation level) are advised to evacuate or strictly stay indoors. Missing persons: what does it mean? Well it's people who has not been discovered by authorities or people close to them. Their bodies could have been was

Yuko used her computer to access some complex software, that's only accessible to Hatsuya staff, that could analyze any motion of every single object in the whole galaxy from who knows when to now, so this could be used to check what happened to Takagi's friend. Finding someone whose details are mostly unknown and has not been seen for a long time is not easy. Me: "So, have you found out about anything?" There was a delay in response as Yuko continued using the computer for a while before talking to me. Yuko: "There's too much noise for me to tell what I'm even looking at and... hold on. Something's not right... he seemed to have physically disappeared even earlier than when he was last heard of. How could that be possible? He answered all phone calls and email to him after it happened. Even his rent was paid monthly too, right until the months leading to police came knocking on his door for not renewing his visa and having no records of

Researching about a person that Takagi wants me to find that has been missing for two years was not easy: the longer a missing person has not been found, the harder it is to find them. Just searching for a child who has gone missing for only less than a week is hard enough, but a young adult could be anywhere in the world, including places that I've never even heard of. There's a vast amount knowledge and information stored inside me, but only ones that I've actually learnt, or what someone wants me to know (which gives me the strange feeling of knowing about something quite well about something I had never never learn), are only accessible to me. It's quite ironic that I have to ask someone to access something that is a part of me. Why can't I do it myself? Well, having a glance of what that information was, it contains every action of anywhere of any given time, which you could turn into what a particular someone was up to even though nothing was actually record

On March 6, I was discussing with other Twitter users about how I've been to McD. I've said this before: I lived and grew up overseas until recent years. If you were to convert the prices of the same meal to a common currency, I would say that the country neighboring where I grew up in is a lot cheaper than ones in my homeland. Oh, and what is this " country I grew up in " and " home country " I kept mentioning, but didn't give details about? I'm not telling, but I've dropped hints around. ( Hint: Photo on the right is of an outlet of a place called Ameyoko) Somethings wrong about how I grew up: My foreign language skills are a lot more fluent than the native language of my family. I'm even writing in that s a id foreign language right now that even I'm scared of how good I am in it. I know enough that I'm now surrounded with bad English (though I've seen worse ). I could have grown up in my homeland, with a completely d

It has been about a week after the Tohoku earthquake. To those who did not follow me on twitter and noticed that I didn't write a new post for quite a while, forgive me for making you worried that I might have died, especially since the death toll and missing persons from the earthquake (and the tsunami that followed) is in the tens of thousands. So, most schools are having their graduation ceremony this week. It's probably a sad day for them as some might have lost their peers or relatives. Yukari would be entering college next year. Some colleges are having an open campus and are checking them out since she's entering her 3rd year of high school and will be taking the entrance exams about. She's my sister after all, and is somewhat like an another me, but born latter and went through completely different experiences. As I've mentioned earlier somewhere, I haven't even begin to write my blog story. Would do so when I've figured out how to continue writing f

Looking at news or business reports from the western world, one thing that I notice very frequently is this kind of mindset: USA + Canada + Western Europe = The world Any attack on internet servers -> Blame it on China What is wrong here? It's practically ignoring the rest of the world that's not mentioned and continued stereotypes. Well, sure there's history behind it, but that's not an excuse for letting it happen. As for the internet attacks, it could have been done by an individual that doesn't even reside in China and actually originate from an unsuspecting county that's not even mentioned in the daily international news. Well, maybe it might have, but for unrelated reasons. Disclamer: I am neither for, or against any country mentioned here.

I was given a case to solve via a schoolmate that claimed to be Takagi's cousin that has several unknowns and I don't have personal experience with the things involved made it more challenging to solve. I had my doubts if this Yui Ito (伊藤湯井) is a cousin of Kamisugi High's computing club senior, who is now working for me at Powell Institute. I never knew what Takagi's given name was, but I wondered if the name Yui gave me (Megumi) is even the Takagi I had in mind. I had to ask her personally. It's pointless asking "the other me" as they don't know who she is other than as someone only I had met. I was caught off-guard by her to call me by my actual name instead of Kanade Haneda, something that only people who had met me before April this year or knew through someone before that time and indicated my current identity. I can't think of anyone outside the Hatsuya research institute who knows this, and Takagi certainly doesn't fall in that group. Un

You know, it has been almost 4 years since I have graduated from High School * . The time passed since then is obviously longer than the time I've spent in it, but it's somewhat the best time of my life. Walking around near where I live, past schools and students in uniforms makes me recall about it. Kind of sad to think that the amount of time passed since graduating is longer than the time I had spent in it. Primary school seemed like an eternity, but looking back, I don't really remember what happened. In fact, in the working world, people usually never talked about what they did earlier than High School. There's no mention about Primary or Middle school unless they have children in it. I was taught to speak English since young (before kindergarten?) and with a method more effective than the schools at home. (Maybe it's the age they started learning it.) Dad could speak it, but with the accent. As for the rest of the family... Let's just say that they don

So here I am, walking towards the old computer my child seemed so interested in. This odd disability of not being allowed to know the very children I gave birth to is hindering my job as their mother: anything about them seemed censored when it reaches my mind and their father doesn't understand my problem. Saeko: "So here's the old computer that **** was interested in... opps, I think the name might have sounded censored to you, but you know which child I'm referring to. Anyways, let's see if we can run this thing." Saeko pointed to the computer I used until the end of middle school. Saeko looked as though she's warning me about something that she can't say in front of my child, but, given the current situation, bringing me away from my child just to talk about it is not an option either. I can't blame her since there are several computers in the house, and them asking was unexpected. There's a video file on the desktop (first screen yo

You've seen them in futuristic or sci-fi shows, but do they actually exist? Sorry to say this, but although LCD displays has replaced the bulky CRT displays within the past decade, it seems kind of dated. You could say that, despite recent advancements in technology, it still feels that I'm living in the past. However do actual interactive mid-air holographic screens exists? Well... In the above video, there's a hand tracking system and image is drawn with lasers with water mist or smoke (seeing laser between point A and B is not possible unless there are fine particles in between). How this works is similar to a projector display, but with the screen being in mid-air. As you can see, there's a glass casing surrounding it and the lighting surrounding it being dark. I don't even know why I'm writing this...

This happened after funeral of Nanami's parents and brother, but before Kotomi arrived back from her college graduation trip. A time long enough to know people inside Mizuho and knowing how to get around. Since my first day here as a Mizuho student, it's strange that I have not heard of any complaints with the strangeness about the academy's uniforms that it's making them do. Nobody complained about not being able take it off, even for sports activities. Current students and a few people who have not been able to meet the condition to be able to remote the uniform, have practically been wearing it for months and its condition is the same as when brand new. There is a specific reason for this as, in Mizuho, everyone becomes a young woman both mentally and physically. (Coincidentally, the majority of the campus population are actual young females outside Mizuho.) This measure is to make sure that a person's true identity is not known, and have everyone not to have g

I had started working for Mizuho since back in Middle School for being his favorite niece of his sister (my mother), doing little things like sorting things out. He would also ask me to help me with sensitive things that only trusted people or relatives could handle. I guess relatives are included since they can't really get away with confidential information, and least likely to betray. Uncle Kenjiro just told me to just sign a blank employment information sheet to be officially become an employee then. I didn't think he was serious even back then as many of the people hired into Hatsuya Institute for anything other than customer service are required to have a minimum qualification of a college degree or prove that you could do something they are looking out for quite well, but I was only just a middle school student. His daughter was also employed the same way as me, which makes the two of us, and later Itsuki, the youngest employees at that time. From the way I was treat