One Month!!

Today marks the day that I have been in Japan for a whole month (arrived on August 30th, it is now September 30th)! I've already done many things and met many people within this short amount of time, although it feels like I have spent a very long time here. October is approaching within the next few hours and with October I hope to be seeing a lovely display of color changing leaves and whatnot.

This will be relatively short as I decided to wait until late to write this and it is already six minutes past my bedtime so I'll cut the rants and just update.

Like the previous weekend and week, this last week was full and eventful. I actually can't seem to remember what happened last week besides classes. I did go to Kyoto with my Fine Arts Class, something I believe I talked about in my last blog update. After that, I went back to Kyoto with my exchange group on Saturday. This time we did traditional painting? It was done with stencils, everyone grabbed a pattern and most got handkerchiefs, and then colored it in. They use it to make the beautiful patterns on kimono and fans and other items. Afterwards we went to Kiyomizu temple, saw many meiko (geisha in training), and took lots of photos. It was fantastic.

Sunday I went to pottery again with my host mother and made some more fugly pottery animals. It was my second attempt. Of course, it is Monday and this time there isn't a National Holiday so classes we went. I went to Umeda with a few friends and we hit up a manga café.

As I have terribly slacked on this week's and last week's blog updates, I will try to make my next update a little more fruitful!

~Until Next Time

Another Three Day Weekend

Last week I finally decided on classes, that being Japanese Pop Culture, Japanese Fine Arts, and Osaka-Ben (and of course my required twelve hours of Japanese language, but I didn't get a choice in the matter). The week lasted forever, but my life generally does take its time. Which is fine. I believe it was Tuesday that I went to Umeda, where everyone decided Friday would be our day to go to Namba, the entertainment district of Osaka.

Come Friday, a few friends and I went to Namba. It was how I had always previously imagined Japan when I thought of the city-life. The tall buildings, lots of lights, and everything being awesomely overwhelming. I didn't get home until late, but that was okay. Saturday I did not go to pottery as my host mother's grandson came over so things were a little different than the usual. We went to the theatres and watched Miyazaki's latest film, "The Wind Rises" in English or, "Kaze Tachinu" in Japanese. I honestly did not find it as enjoyable as his previous films, but after learning that it was based on a historical personage I felt a bit different about my opinion. I think it is definitely worth a watch and worth learning about the history behind it.

Sunday I went to an art exhibition with my host mother, the Bologna Children's Book Fair Exhibition 2013. It is a collection of artwork from around the world, done by artists that draw from children's books. Some of it was very abstract, but I very much enjoyed it. Unfortunately, no photos were allowed. There was a Japanese garden nearby and afterwards we headed home.

Yesterday, Monday, was busy, hence why this update is on a Tuesday instead of the designated day. I went to Kyoto with my Fine Arts class where we took a bus up to Mt. Hiei, a place famous for having the toughest monks apparently. There were beautiful shrines and temples, but the insides never allowed for photos unfortunately. It was a wonderful place. I enjoy Buddhism, I find it to be much more of a peaceful religion than the Western Religions.

The reason Monday was a national holiday was because it was the Autumn Equinox. Although it technically was on the weekend, the Japanese simply take the next Monday off.

At the moment, I have really nothing else to say. I could possibly talk about many things, but perhaps I will save it for later this week.

Until next time~

On the Brighter Side

This last week has been really nice. It felt as though it took forever, lasting as long as it could, but as the first week of classes start it is to be expected I guess. Last week was 'window shopping' for classes, so I tried to check out most of them just so I knew which ones were enjoyable or not. I think I've settled on a class about Pop Culture in Japan, Osaka-Ben (Osakan accent as the people of Osaka are known to have a unique dialect), and this week I will pop in to see if the Fine Arts class is any good but if not then I'll be taking Internet and Networking. Many of the classes were interesting, but they lacked something or required extra books.

My host mom took me to a ceramic art class on Saturday. It was my first time doing anything clay related and was a lot funner than I had ever anticipated. When it comes to art, I mostly just draw. I don't know how to paint or to do pottery (or anything 3D for that matter), and I kind of lack in the coloring department. But this will be a great, new thing to learn as I guess my host mom goes every Saturday or so and asked if I'd like to join her.

After doing some art, we went to Kobe to meet up with her daughter and a previous host-stay who was from Italy. We went to an Italian restaurant, had good beer and wine, maybe drank a little much (98% of the time I've ever been buzzed or drunk was with host families or parents ... I'm not really a drinker anyway, definitely not a partier), and ate delicious food. Had some sashimi, tempura, and cheese. The worst part of the night was being on the train, where the guy in front of us started puking all over himself. For some reason it was kind of traumatizing to me. He just sat there, head bent over while he puked on the floor and his bag. His glasses fell off and he swayed back and forth from the movement of the train. As we continued on I tried my best to find interest in anything else besides him, so I stared at the guy next to him who was sleeping. Eventually I saw him open his eyes and I glanced away, but then the other guy began vomiting more, onto his glasses and the man next to him, in slow motion, squished himself against the wall, his eyes widening. My host mom and the Italian saw what was happening and we bolted into the next car over. I wondered how the man would feel in the morning, if he would feel disgusted at himself for puking in front of a bunch of people on the train or if he'd shrug it off. Would he tell the story to his coworkers and boss as they go out for drinks the next coming work day (very common in Japan for after-work to become a social gathering of the boss and coworkers as they go out and drink)?

Well, besides that horrid experience, the rest of the Saturday was great and Sunday I had volunteered to help make food for an open house at the university for high school students coming in. It was great fun and I really enjoyed it. I walked home at the beginning of a typhoon and was drenched by the time I returned. The night was long as the wind pounded at my balcony door and windows. The typhoon lasted all night long, keeping me awake and tired in the morning.

And of course, today is Monday, National Respect for the Aged Day. I did absolutely nothing besides skype and play SimCity.

I have no rants for today. Well, I did. It was about shaky camera for films and television and how stupid I think it is. I guess I'll briefly say that I detest shaky camera. As a kid I never used to have motion sickness, I could read in the car, go on scary rides, and watch flashy cartoons. At some point Mario Galaxy came out and I found that I couldn't handle that game. It would make the room spin. Then the whole shaky camera movies started coming out with Cloverfield and more. I can barely get five minutes through a movie like that without the world dancing and the floor looking soft and welcoming. Apparently Doom (the old first-person shooter game) in HD does the same thing to me. I think it is the quick moving camera movements that does it, since I can play video games that are in 3D and HD as long as the camera moves slowly and smoothly. I do hope they decide to ditch the shaky camera though. It makes for some disappointment while watching movies and television.

To wrap things up, here are a few things noticed in Japan!

1. People have a very unique sense of fashion here - which reminds me - I was going to talk about fashion. Perhaps I will talk about that next time.
2. Tattoos are apparently not very popular here. A lot of establishments won't allow you in, especially onsen (hot springs), but I've heard or restaurants and other places not letting people with tattoos in.
3. I've begun to notice that a lot of clocks are ahead by several minutes.
4. I once noted how the Japanese were loud people, to which I had several Americans tell me how wrong I am because so-and-so went to Japan and the Japanese people are quiet. In reality, they are both. Sometimes they are quiet and reserved, but at other times, especially at events or in groups, they are really loud. Individually, no. Not loud. Together? Yes. Sometimes obnoxiously loud. This street vendor about scared the pants off me as she screamed at people to buy cream puffs.
5. Sometimes there are these loud announcements that I have no idea where they come from, but they talk about personal safety and other things.
6. Japan is one of the safest places in the world: http://jnto.org.au/japan-one-of-the-worlds-safest-countries/
7. Pretty sure there are monsters living in the lotus pond by my house.
8. After watching a few comedy shows, even though my Japanese is not good enough to really understand, I've come to realize that at least a part of their humor is slap-stick. They also seem to find something about cross-dressing terribly hilarious.
9. I have already seen enough of people driving here. I've seen bikers almost creamed more often than I did in France, cars speeding down skinny little streets and slamming on the breaks as a schoolgirl walks down that same street that they should have seen when they turned the corner, but decided last minute brake slamming was more acceptable, and ... just ... the more I see people drive on this planet the more I can't wait until we find a more affordable and less dangerous alternative. Like transporters.
10. I cannot believe that people wear pants and sweaters when it is 90F/32C outside.

Until next time~

Culture Shock: A Guide

As it is the beginning of my second week in Japan, I occasionally get a case of Culture Shock every now and then. This entry will mostly be about culture shock, considering how much it has been a part of my life for the last year. To start off, the real question is ...

What is culture shock?

I think a lot of people misunderstand what it is. They think it is just this one moment where you can't understand everything and you cry into your pillow for what feels like decades. It is a defining moment, after all. You know when you are having culture shock ... right?

Not exactly. 

Culture shock is a little more in depth than that. At least I think so. When people tell me that they went to a place for more than a week and say they didn't have culture shock I question it. I could give you a definition of culture shock, but instead I will leave you this link: http://lmgtfy.com/?q=culture+shock+definition (If the link doesn't work you can copy and paste it into the address bar). I will, however, give some examples of what culture shock is from what I have personally experienced and from what I have seen others go through.

I was first told that culture shock would go something like this: you are getting ready to leave home - yay! You leave home and the "honeymoon period" sets in and everything is wonderful. After the first week or so suddenly the little things in your new culture are getting at you and everything bothers you all of a sudden. It gets worse for a few weeks. You go up and down between hating and loving your new home until eventually everything evens out. Then you get ready to leave and you think, "Yay, I'm leaving!" "Oh noooo I'm leaving!". Finally, you think it is over once you are home until Reverse Culture Shock sets in: http://www.expatica.com/nl/health_fitness/well_being/Reverse-culture-shock-101_16451.html. 

This was very true, but a little bit more flipping between highs and lows. Before we get into what exactly would turn on the culture shock, let me explain how it feels. Here are some examples that I experienced or saw others go through:

1. I have seen people break down in tears from being homesick or from being misunderstood. Language barriers are not the only barriers ... culture barriers can be difficult as well.

2. Although I personally have always had sleep problems, generally having new or different sleep problems abroad is a sign of culture shock. I will go into my sleep problems later on. But I cannot count how many times I have heard people say that they cannot sleep or that they sleep too much. Or that they have strange nightmares. My sleep has been different abroad than when I am at home as well. Not necessarily better or worse, but different.

3. The thing that happened to me the most is that one moment I am in love with my host country. France is so beautiful, Japan is so quirky! And then one little thing makes me dislike everything about the place. Why can't the French pick up the dog shit? Shit is not biodegradable when it is left on the cement sidewalk! Why does everyone smoke here? Why is water so expensive? Why do some streets smell so bad?  Why are the cars so small? Why is it so hot in Japan? Why did a giant cicada have to fall onto my balcony and screech so loud that I cannot do anything else? Why are those schoolgirls standing in an annoying circle and I have to rather wait for them to move or walk through them and their conversation? See? I'm getting carried away now.

4. I don't know if this is 'normal' but I have heard others mentioning similar sentiments. Occasionally I dislike my home country. Sometimes I long for it. Homesick. But other times ... especially when I learn of something that is so much more efficient. Why can't Americans wear masks on their faces when they're sick instead of letting their kids run around hacking and coughing everywhere? Why does everything have to be Super Sized in the U.S? Why can't we view religion like Japan and France (i.e. it's personal and if I don't believe in what you believe in no one cares)? Why don't we have trains like Europe (because the trains in Japan are really expensive)?  

I guess for the most part I usually end up feeling irritable or frustrated as a form of culture shock. But if you go abroad you will most likely experience culture shock unless you are a robot.

Remedies:

Go OUT. Leave the home. Talk with your host family (if you have one)! Talk with locals! Just leave the building you're in!

Before I end this, I will have a brief explanation of my life in sleeping. This is a topic and part of my life that is very important and large (obviously, sleep is a big part of everyone's life). For as long as I can remember I have had terrible nightmares. It has been a chronic problem and perhaps it has to do with the pain I experience on a daily basis. To clear that up, physical pain. I have had nights where I remembered four to five of my dreams, each on a terrible nightmare. Months have happened where every other night is frightening. When I was in Jr. High and up through High School and the first year or so of college I had many sleepless nights because it was better than the nightmares. Living life as a zombie became normal, but I brushed it off and did my school work. Eventually I grew so tired. When I did sleep it was rather restless or nightmares. 

Finally I went to a sleep clinic and the doctor was nice and suggested some rules for me to go by since I am not a fan of taking regular medication (every day medicine, I do take Aleve almost regularly and leave my better pain medicine for when I absolutely need it). That list has become a staple in my sleeping. All lights are turned off, no available clocks to see unless I were to beam myself in the face with my cell phone, I wake up at the same time every morning, and go to sleep at the same time every night. It has done wonders. At first when I began I slept a lot for the first year afterwards. Ten to eleven hours a day and still did not feel rested. I don't know if I was trying to catch up on lost sleep, but it wasn't really much better at times. Nightmares never went away.

When I first went to France I actually slept better than usual. I actually felt rested. Of course, still the nightmares. Eventually I grew tired all of the time. This last summer was difficult for sleep as the midnight sun always makes sleeping difficult. I seriously need to invest in a pair of those eye shade things. Here in Japan my sleep is kind of stranger than usual. I have nightmares all night long, but they are not the same kind of nightmares. Firstly, let me clarify my definition of nightmares. There is a difference between a bad dream and a nightmare to me. A bad dream is the content, but a nightmare is emotions, feelings. I have had dreams with decapitated heads but when I woke up I did not feel anything. No fear, no sadness, no emptiness. That was not a nightmare, it was just a bad dream. On the other hand, I have had dreams that were seemingly harmless, but awoke in sweat, panting or crying or screaming. To me, that is a big difference. When I say nightmare, I mean the latter. Of course, most of my nightmares are awful in content as well. Since I've been in Japan, they have mostly been where I woke up feeling unsettled or awkward ... or flailing my arms around, blankets on the floor. It may be the heat or stress of culture shock. But my dreams themselves are different too. Normally I have very vivid dreams where I can remember a lot of precise details, but these are kind of floating as if I could reach out and touch the dream but it is trapped in a cloud and is actually far away. It's as if I am watching the dream on a screen that is close yet far. 

Strangely enough, I do not wish for my nightmares to go away. They are terrible and horrifying sometimes, but as of the New Year of 2013, I have been documenting my dreams and nightmares. I have learned many things from them, not necessarily specific things but more philosophical ideas. Even though I awake screaming and crying, I jot it down even if I know I will forever remember the dream without a pen and paper. There is something lurking in the nightmares. Something I must figure out and in a way it is enlightening. I think it comes from when I sort of became enlightened or had a lot of epiphanies ... or something like that, call it whatever you will. When I was younger I was very negative, even just four or three years ago. I had a lot of anxiety, I still occasionally do but it is different now, and honestly complained a lot. But at some point all I wanted was to pursue happiness and to better myself and throw away negativity. I do sometimes feel negative, as I don't think it something that can fully go away, but instead try to use it in a more productive way. So things such as my pain and my nightmares became a part of life, I guess, for lack of a better way to explain a personal epiphany. Or I suppose that I am trying to make more sense of them, especially the nightmares. 

As it is late and I am tired, I am going to deviate from culture shock and nightmares to address this common myth that appears everywhere. What is this myth? Essentially, it is that people do not understand how sickness works. I am talking about common colds. Over my life I have always heard that if you do not wear gloves and hat you'll get sick from going outside when it is cold. In France and Japan, they really believe some strange things about getting sick. You are not wearing slippers or socks on your feet inside? You'll get sick. Didn't dry your hair off in a set amount of time? You'll get sick. Your feet get wet? You'll get sick. Not wearing a sweater in the house when it's cold outside? You'll get sick.

Okay. Anyone who believes any of those things or that anything other than a microscopic virus or "bug" gets you sick needs to take a thirty minute class explaining how getting sick works. You do not get sick from the cold or from your wet hair or from being cold. Maybe you can get frostbite or hypothermia, but we're talking about colds. It must come from how when you're cold your nose begins to get runny, which only happens because: http://www.wisegeek.org/why-does-my-nose-run-when-it-is-cold-outside.htm. Either way, the only reason you would get sick from being cold is because your body is working harder so it is a little bit more susceptible than normal. Know what else makes your body work harder? HEAT. ANXIETY. STRESS. SHITTY SLEEP. TOO MUCH SUGAR. DAIRY. NEW THINGS. The list goes on. Google it. So by "proxy" these things make you sick, which means that they don't really. It's like saying that McDonald's has made you overweight instead of realizing that it is because you eat too much McDonald's. It is the microscopic germ that got onto you that got you sick. That means you touched something that had the germ or someone coughed on you. 

There you have it. Now you know about germs if you didn't before. I'd hope most people knew that, but apparently not. 

Until next time~

Osaka is a Big City

So it is abnormal for me to write more than one blog post in a week (or sometimes in a month), but what happened last night deserves a blog posting. Well, while it was happening I told myself that I must write about in my blog since at the time everything was ten times more dramatic than it probably really was. Yesterday had gone so well, I met a lot of new people in my program from all over the world. Everyone I've met has been nice and friendly, and I've already learned many things about other countries. There are students from Finland, Iceland, Sweden, China, Singapore, Thailand, Taiwan, Germany, France, Italy, and Czech Republic. There was another UAF student and someone from Hawaii. A nicely diverse group.

So far, I have been very worried about payment since they can't just take my card and make life easier. My bank only allows me to withdraw so much in a day and when you are paying tuition to a university, usually the amount they allow in a day is not even a quarter of what you need. So for more than a few days I will have to pull lots of cash out, so it is a bit stressful. I'm not very fond of drawing things out. I want to give them my money at once and be done instead of prolonging it. But there is no other option so that is it.

Anyway, it was not a money issue that happened yesterday. I've told the story a few times today and every time I did it sounded a lot less scary than how I had felt. Let me explain that Osaka is a huge city. There are over a lot of people. The population situation is complicated so read the first paragraph of this webpage if you really want to know:

http://www.osaka-info.jp/en/about/overview.html

I live in Ibaraki City in Osaka, which is in the Kansai region. After meeting some new friends, I was invited to go to Osaka City with them (i.e. big buildings, big city, lots of people). Around six I knew that I should head home since I live with a host family and wasn't sure how long it would take me to get home from there. I didn't want my host mom to wonder where I was or think that I had neglected to tell her that I planned to stay out (my host dad seems to come home at like one in the morning). So the others I was with took my to the station and helped me get on a train. The whole train thing is very confusing and apparently there is a BIG difference between the Hankyu Line and the JR Ibaraki Line. I always use the JR Ibaraki Line to go home and go to school, but this time I was on the Hankyu Line thinking that I was headed towards JR Ibaraki Station (the stop I go home from).

One of the others had told me to wait eleven stops. So I did. But then I was very confused as I was sure that 'Ibaraki' was in my stop's name. There were two Ibaraki stops, Ibaraki-Shi and Ibaraki-Minami. I thought that maybe she had miscounted so went to get off at Ibaraki-Shi but nothing looked right and right when I finally decided to get off the doors shut on me so I got off at the next station ... a very shady and dark station. So I was confused and had to buy a ticket to go back because I left the station for a moment to look around. I got back on and got off at Ibaraki-Shi.

By this time it was 6:45-6:50 and the Ibaraki-Shi station was probably so frustrating to me because it was sinking in that I was maybe lost. At first I thought that maybe the Hankyu Line and the JR Ibaraki Line were in the same station but different floors. That was not correct and eventually I stepped out of the station and recognized that Ibaraki-Shi was where I had been dropped off on a bus to meet my host mom the first time. Except that after that we got in a taxi and drove for a long time. I took the challenge to see if I could remember the way we had gone but once I ran across a temple I realized I had never seen that. I would have remembered that one. At any other situation, I would have taken pictures and been excited to see a Japanese temple, but I was starting to get upset so went back and then headed down a different street. It was a dark street with very few lights so I rushed back to the station to wander around, lost and confused.

At about 7:30-7:45 or somewhere around that time, I was freaking out. I contemplated my options, but wanted to sit since I had been walking since about 4:00 and my legs were beginning to tire. I couldn't find any seats and had grown hot and sweaty, which has unfortunately been happening a lot in Osaka. Every time I go outside for any amount of time I sweat so much I feel like I took a bath. The humidity doesn't help, especially since according to internet it has been 95-100% humidity on top of being around 25C/77F to 36C/97F. I couldn't find any payphones, although, I'm honestly not even sure there are many of those if there are any in Japan. Finally, I gathered up the courage to go to one of the information booths and ask for help.

The woman was very nice and even printed out a map for me. She said it was a twenty minute walk to JR Ibaraki Station or that I could take connecting trains or whatever. I was told walking was cheaper and I'm poor anyway so said I would just walk. She printed out a map for me, told me to go left once I exited the station and the street would be one long path. So I did that. 8:00 was coming up and I was already The map was super basic and I walked for quite a while. The street began to grow thinner, less people, very few streetlamps ... the street was supposed to be a bigger one, at least I figured that from the map. I began to doubt myself, wondering if I was too dumb to read a map. Eventually I came across a large turn. According to the map I was never supposed to turn until I saw the train station. There was definitely no train station in sight and the area I was in was super quiet besides fucking cicadas chirping. I even contemplated what I would say if a woman with one of those sickmask things came up and asked me if she was beautiful (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuchisake-onna [Answer: I don't speak Japanese well]).

Occasionally there'd be a business man on a bike who'd ride by, or a creepy-looking older guy that always seemed to swerve a little when he walked ... or two old ladies walking side by side, laughing. Finally, a girl on a bike came by and I made myself stop being lame and asked her where JR Ibaraki Station was. She told me that I was going the completely wrong way and needed to go back to Ibaraki-Shi Hankyu Station. I had walked for about thirty minutes. I sped walked back, the heels of my shoes cutting into my feet and I could feel blisters forming. Once there I asked a schoolgirl in her little, adorable sailor outfit which way to go and she pointed me to the left but not quite as left as I had previously gone.

Note: Every time I asked for help there was a light in their eyes, as if they lived for moments like random foreigners asking where to go to JR Ibaraki Station. It did make me feel better, though.

So I went a little less left and walked past the same temple from before. I was confused and tired, my legs jelly-fied (I'm not used to walking for hours on end with shoes not meant for walking hours on end while stressed out of my mind) so stupidly didn't take a picture of it. There were even Oni statues
http://www.obakemono.com/obake/oni/ (this is a great website if you're interested in Japanese folkloric beings called Bakemono or Youkai).

I had some doubt in my mind that I was going the right way (if you don't understand why, reread the story and use critical thinking), but then ... I heard it ... English. I walked past him at first but then I stopped and thought, "What if you are going the wrong way? How many times will this ever happen when lost?" So I went back and asked him. Luckily, he was headed the same way and I was on the right path. And finally I made it to JR Ibaraki Station around 9:08 (yeah, I know because I looked at my phone so that I could figure out how long it took for me to get home from there ... which I got home at like 9:34 or something).

Once I got home, my heels were bleeding all over the place with huge gashes in them from the heels of my shoes cutting into them. It was kind of weird because I've had these shoes for a long time and have never had this issue before. Maybe they are too old? I have a total of four large blisters which is four too many. They don't hurt, but they make me anxious because one wrong move and they will most definitely hurt. Also, they are gross. I had nightmares of being lost in Osaka all night long and when I woke up it hurt to walk and my feet had swollen from pain most likely. At least, I couldn't put normal sneakers on that I know fit. I had to wear the same shoes from before, but I bent the heel down and walked on them all day. Tomorrow I guess I'll have to wear my sandals, but they had caused two of the blisters in the first place (yesterday just made them worse). My heels are worse than the blisters so I suppose I've been forced to choose the better of two evils. There has been puss coming from the gashes in my heels. It'll be okay though. They will heal.

And there is my long, drawn-out story that best explains how I felt during the situation. It was very upsetting, but I made it home. I had been worried that my host mom would be mad or worried as I've heard that host moms in Japan can be difficult to please and don't like it when you come home late and hadn't told them. When I walked in the door, my host mom goes, "Did you make lots of friends today?" And I was very happy that I ended up in a great host family. I told her that I got lost and she helped bandage my feet up only for those bandaids to fall off the next day because humidity hates bandaids.

So there we have it. Other than that, orientation is happening and there isn't much else to report than that. Here's a list of things I've noticed or things about Japan:

1. Japan has weird commercials but so does France and the United States.
2. I've noticed that a lot of Japanese girls walk pigeon-toed and I feel less self-conscious about my pigeon-toed feet.
3. Everyone reads on the trains. In France everyone was on their phone or listening to music, but here everyone has a book ... or they are napping.
4. I saw some mannequins today with anime eyes. They were really weird since their bodies had normal proportions but their heads were big. It was strange.
5. I saw a café called 'Café de Crier' which in English is like ... uh ... 'Shouting Café' or I prefer 'Café of Screams'. Crier means to cry/shout usually meaning to scream, not tear crying.

Until Next Time~