Sunday, July 31, 2005

Where did you put my CD, mom?

I had to clean my room sooner or later, anyway. My room was not too dirty, let’s make it straight. Hahahaha. But I needed to find a CD, Japanese CD that I bought it on the internet in Amazon from the U.S. that is to say, I have not seen that CD even one time. My mother told me that CD was somewhere in my room, somewhere…where? All I had to do was, clean my room like turning my room over!! I started off putting away all books, putting them into certain categories. It took me maybe 2 hours to be done. My room is something of a Professor’s room. Books occupied my room, so to speak. As a professor, I did not read all yet. Anyway, cleaning room up is so fun, and while I was cleaning up, I forgot that I was watching for the CD showing up eventually. If I found I would stop cleaning.

But fortunately or unfortunately, my room is pretty much clean. I was so tired; what is more, I could not find the CD. My room is clean. I wondered if my mother told me a fib letting me to clean up, and she would give me the CD as a reward.
“It seems it got lost. I don’t know now where it is.” My mother pronounced. Hahahaha
I started reading a book in my room, lying on a floor. It felt cozy to read a book in a tidy place.
“Oh it’s not too bad” I said to myself.

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Udon is great!!

I went to Kagawa, neighbor prefecture of Tokushima in order to see my friend. It was really nice to see him again!! I had really good time with him. What we did was, went to Udon shop, Japanese noodle place. I reconsidered that Japanese did not care to get in any long line and wait as long as till they can eat. Even the restaurant doesn’t have good dish, though. It is really interesting to see people waiting forever. But we were today, one of them. Hahahaha we waited 20 minutes to eat Udon. The restaurant is pretty much famous. The taste was extremely great. I know about Udon some, but I have not eaten like that good one. I was really impressed. Furthermore, that was cheap. 180 yen, 1.60 us dollar, for one and it was enough to be full. We went to 2 Udon places today. The other one was also good. My best 1, 2 Udon places, they are now. I took some pictures of Udon and the line with my cell phone camera. But I don’t know how to transfer to my computer…so I can’t put pictures on. Hrm…I think I have to buy a new camera or repair old one. Repairing costs me close to buying new one…Why? If I buy a new camera, I won’t buy Cyber shot, sonny’s camera. My friend also told me that Sonny tried to let products get broken itself. Hahaha this is famous issue. When I asked another friend, who is working for Sonny, and he did not say it was rumor. I don’t hope Sonny does like that.

Anyway today was good day. One of the best day in July!!

Friday, July 29, 2005

Boy meets girl at a church

I watched “A Walk to Remember” again. I had watched this for more than 10 times for sure. I don’t think this movie is better that the novel, but still good as a drama. Mandy More, the main persona in the movie did good job, I guess. I haven’t watched any other movies that she is in, though. But in the feature, she sang a song, and then she did her face pretty much. I was really surprised and disappointed at it. Hahahaha. Am I selfish? But actually she is really nice girl in Jamie looking. Just there is a big difference, that is why I was startled.

I talked with Vicky today on Skype, talking about Harry Potter. I want to read Harry Potter now. I am eager to!! Do I have to re-read from scratch? Because I hardly remember the stories. Vicky said it too. I have to go to a library.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

What was I thinking?

If you say, you like leisure time, I admire you. I just cannot stand free time… It is okay with me to have vacation between semesters if I am a student, but am not. I really don’t want to waste, even if it is really not wasting, my time. I am a person of doing something all the time. I am 26 now and most of my friends have their jobs, even some friends have kids. Oh my goodness, kids…if I ever get married and have kid, cannot imagine. Okay, I will think what I will do if I have a kid….mmmm….go somewhere by train; somewhere very far. When we go somewhere, we can not come back same day and we have to find an accommodation to stay night. Oh it sounds fun. Next morning, we take a stroll around; have lunch at a local restaurant. Oh, my imagination is betting better. And then we come back home before dinner. It is cool!! Wait I totally digressed. What I wanted to write? I see, I don’t like too much free time, okay. Then what? Oh, friends have kids, oh yeah. Then? OO what I would do if I had a kid.

It is sometimes nice to think around randomly. Hahaha

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Bell

To day must be unforgettable day for us, my family. Bell died today. Bell was a dog and she had been with us for 16 years. I never had a dog like her which outlived such long. Before I went to the U.S. she was fine, could, taking a stroll everywhere. When I was in the U.S. just before I went to UCD, my mother told me that Bell was likely to die soon. I did not believe what my mother said; I just could not picture that Bell would die. She came down with disease. She got a big tumor in her brain, when I saw her, last month, she could not recognize me. She was doing funny; she kept walking counter clockwise all day long in a cage. Other that walking she was just lying on the ground. She lost her weight a lot. Obviously, she lost.

From last week she couldn’t walk either. She just laid on the ground. Her breathe was shallow and fast. When I came back from Tokyo, she looked she couldn’t live any longer. She was waiting for the death. Last night, other dogs barked right in the mid night. It was really odd. I hardly heard dogs barking in the night. I am not sure, but I suppose they barked at Bell’s death.

This morning I saw her around 5 am. She got solid as a doll. Then I noticed it was just breaking dawn. Last night I was writing about Bell and wrote about when Bell would die. I wrote “she died in breaking dawn”. It came to true. I erased all what I wrote, the story.

Yesterday, when I came back from Kochi, I saw her was still just laying on the ground, waiting for her death. I squatted next to her, and told her that she had done good job and didn’t have to fight anymore and thanked to her that being around. I am sort of glad that she could die before she started suffering from that she could not die soon.

This morning, my parents and I went to the river to return Bell to the nature. This is the way of farewell. We don’t bury animals into the earth, because if we did, whenever we saw the place we buried we had to remember them. To remember pets is sounds nice, but it is bad for them when you think about it. They are having fun on the heaven; we shouldn’t pull their legs with thinking about them. You know what I mean?

So we said good-bye to her and came back to our house. That is almost all I did today.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Kochi

I got bows and a computer from my friend. I checked them to him for 2 year while I was away from Japan. These bows are still fine, but I have to fix some points. Computer which I checked was Fujitsu desktop. It has one of those very, very big displays. I used to watch movie with that, it is so cool. I think the display is two times bigger than my laptop’s. I like it, and what is more, that I have some memories in this computer. When I bought it I tried to save money. I tried hard. I did not eat properly; I just ate sugar sometimes to buy it. I could put asides money more than I thought.

It took me 5 hours to get Kochi…round trip 10 hours… Besides, I spent 3, 4 hours there. It was long trip to me today. On the way and on the way back, I had to take naps due to sleepy. I was really sleepy; I did not sleep much last night for one thing this is. Another thing, I do not like driving much, so I got bore pretty much with driving.

Tonight I will finish my writing about my dog. I am supposed to. This will be the last present for her.

Monday, July 25, 2005

Eh?

Yesterday I lost all of my data which were in my computer. Ever since yesterday afternoon my computer was doing funny. For instance it did not start correctly, got frozen many times. As is often the case with Sony computer, this kind of happening happened a lot. Some how, Sony products has really bad name of lasting. Without exception my stupid Sony products, such as 2 cameras, 2 computers were broken. As for one computer, it got broken 2 times already. Did I mess up? Hrm. Indeed, I am kind of impatient to use computer; like I don’t like to wait for any function finish doing. If so—that I am impatient—Sony products are easy to get broken. Next time, if I have a chance, I would buy except Sony for sure. My friend is working for Sony, but this fact does not work for me anymore.

I lost every single data were in “C:” I didn’t back up. This is my fault, I have to admit and I can’t owe it to Sony. I didn’t want to buy another hard drive to save all my data. On previous night, I had got feeling the computer would be broken, no reason I just felt. Practically, it happened…Oh my goodness. But I was sort of glad it happened, because there was something that I wanted to erase, but I couldn’t. Anyway, losing whole data was really bad in terms of losing my time. The happiest thing is my computer work really fast now. I can’t believe it.

What I did today. I did…I had peeled plastics of a green house. I got to stand on top of the green house and the grab one side of the plastic and walk toward opposite side in order to peel the plastic out. It was really dangerous; I came near falling down one time. We took for 2 hours to get the job done. It was fun in a way. The dangerous stuff is more interesting. Human’s instinct is really funny. We want something stimulate.

I have to go to my friend’s house to get a computer and bows. Kochi.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

the catcher in the rye

I just got back from Tokyo. But it does not attract me to write what happened or what I did in Tokyo. It, what I am going to write, is something to do with what I did in Tokyo. It’s not all, anyway. What I did, I read THE CHATCHER IN THE RYE again. I have not read this book for a year and half. I had read in Wisconsin. Wisconsin, it sound it gets in my nerves. There are some Americans who cheated me. Whenever I remember Wisconsin, I can’t help remembering them. Anyway, I took one week to read that book again. I did remember most of, but back then I didn’t understand everything, if you want to know the truth. But I still liked them. There are million people who had read that book, The Catcher in the Rye. And there are same million people who went by it. I mean somebody that book doesn’t do anything for them anymore. I may don’t care about this book ten years later, and may do. At least this time, this moment I care about this book. Even, this book is so old, and somebody call people who likes this book crazy or anything. I dare to say I like that.

Who likes this book are guys who have Holden in them. In this book that Holden Caulfield is alive as Holden. He doesn’t smell the author J.D. Salinger. What I am amazed by is a book which doesn’t smell the author at all. Most books, I can see authors when I read them, their plot, as it were, and all. I don’t like that when author tries to make a novel better or show it better or something like that. These intensions stink a lot. As for The Catcher in the Rye, it doesn’t stink, it already stinks another way. What a difference between these stink? For example, the one I don’t like is I can’t eat if it was a food, but the other one I can eat even that is stink. And there is gigantic difference between them.

I am not going to mention about that book, because most people had read already as I wrote.

The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody’d move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and their pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blanket. Nobody’d be different. The lonely thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be so much older or anything. It wouldn’t be that, exactly you’d just be different, that’s all.”

What made author wrote it? This was my first question. This question, I can do for whole this story.

…I am so tired. I will take a break.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

If

There is nobody, nobody can help me. Only I can handle. Like, when you are in a bathroom, you have to take care of yourself. Nobody helps you. If there is a person help you that are you yourself. So just do it.

Friday, July 15, 2005

Vincent van Gogh

“A scene looks like a painting, does not make a painting. If you take a time and look closely all of nature has its own beauty.”

I took a picture of my niece. Tomorrow I will put on. Hahaha so cute, I can declare that right in the middle of Shinjuku.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Good?

Today was excellent day!!

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Pictures

Time has come. I won’t write today much. The pictures speak to you.
They were my coworkers in Wisconsin. They underwent from the dictator in WI!!! You guys are awesome.


The dirty sky of Tokyo. Have I seen the sun when I lived?


with my co-worker. Haru-chan. A great Cow girl. I never saw anybody as much in my life as like you, who is into Cow!! You are so cool.


The new building in my old school. Hey, you guys were always saying, school did not have money, eh?


I didn’t expect that I would have a speech at the school. Teacher gave his class to Mizuho and I.



Here it is Japanese toilet, Yeah!! This style is all for Karate training…trains your hamstrings. I am the liar, if you want to know the kind of truth.

Somehow, a number of girl is greater than boys…Asia University, what do you aim at?


Studio Ghibli was neighbor of me!! I never even once saw Mr. Hayao Miyazaki, though.


I think the people of Studio Ghibli love Cats. You can understand what I mean when you watch those movies.


Train...


Eating Curry, it was really good. The guy in the back, left side, is a guy teaching how to run.


Kyudo shop this is where I used to go to buy stuff. I was amazed that she was still healthy!! She didn’t change from 8 years ago.


They are typical Japanese vending machine!! If there was one thing what I really disliked in the U.S. was Vending machine. Outlook is really important and people need not only pop.


Finally I could get through with my teacher. Hahahaha Sorry Paul!! He is the Freshman English, a kind of class, teacher when I was freshman. Back then I couldn’t tell the difference between, “He reads this book” and “He has read this book”. Oh my goodness! Thank to God!!


This is the Japanese way, which I want to emphasize the most, to park. Everybody parks backward!! This is opposite to American’s way.


Shibuya, when there are not many people.


My knife was found when I boarded. I got kind of caught by police. This was the second time I brought a knife unconsciously, of course, with me. I couldn’t help laughing out laud. The police asked me why I was carrying. Hahahaha I told him I used this for work in the U.S. My cooperation saved me being involved in a trouble.

However I took some pictures on the way back to my house from I had arrived in Tokyo. I couldn’t believe that I came back to Japan for four days. When I got my house and saw my family, I finally felt I came back. Thanks to God for safe two year trip.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Weblog...

I don’t thing many people read this blog, so it isn’t problem if I critique blog. I don’t mean I do criticize blog. I just want to write about how I felt to blog, recently.

In Japan’s case, there are two kinds of people who write blog for the others and for themselves. I am the type write blog for myself, as record, what I thought everyday. I don’t think people take interest in my blog. But there are many people who just want people to see their blogs. Sometimes I saw on the internet saying who had the most popular blog, like that. I checked these blogs, but it didn’t attract me at all. One of them was about soccer, and tons of people stopped by to see it. One technique I know is, if you want many hits, just put a girl’s picture on the profile and writes something racy you make up. I am sure you will get many hits then. Yet then, what is the blog about it? Nothing, no meanings. But I understand that people want to be seen sometimes.

But, for sure, my blog is absolutely for myself. I can have fun reading, hahahahaha.
I have been writing another blog on another place. It sure you can’t understand at all, even if you are Japanese.

Monday, July 11, 2005

I was serious

I went to buy shorts and underwear at Unicuro (I don’t know how to spell). I tried various kinds of shorts at that shop. If you saw me there, I looked crazy. At least I went to a fitting room 8 times to buy shorts. I should have brought many at a time. Anyway I wanted to make sure to buy right size and which I liked. Finally I got this shorts, colour was kinda green, sort of grey. I have no word to explain exactly. After that I had to find underwear which always irritates me to choose. The reason I really hate to buy underwear is not because I’m the guy who don’t like wearing underwear. I’m not a pervert, maybe I am, but I’m not that way. Anyhow the true reason I don’t like to buy underwear is because of my thighs. My thighs are pretty thick for my waist. I used to bike a lot, and then I got these thighs, these circumferences are more than 25 inches (65 cm) each; so I got wrong under wear many times before, and every time I had to tear the sides to make holes bigger. I wouldn’t want to let anybody see my torn underwear, and I didn’t have to, but in Japan. Fortunately or unfortunately, there are millions of hot spring, furthermore we use the big bath tub altogether, without exception. Anyway, what I wanted to here is I was supposed to buy right size underwear. But who in the world let customer try underwear on? If there is, the shop will be cool, but I don’t want to buy underwear there. I had to pick out by intuition. I couldn’t count on clerk, because there were only girls.

When I got home, I right away tried the underwear. I felt relief. That’s what I did today.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

My friend

This story is about my friend in the U.S., who is Mexican. His personality is not as I wrote on my story, but I could speak Spanish and get through with him more, he would be actually like I wrote. This is about one of my favorite friends.

Miger

That day I was heading for the Chinese study club as usual. There was nothing different. On the way to the room 6993 of an academic building, I could feel summer was flying away and fall stock its head from the west sky; fall always comes from west. You can tell when you see the sun set.
I opened the room 6993’s door and slammed as I went in. Miger was always sleeping this time around 6 o’clock. He is my club mate; he is from Mexico as a transfer student. He came back from dozing as usual when I made a rocket.
“Mexico, Mexico!!” Miger started singing. With a guy like Miger, Mexican is liable to sing abruptly without reason. I ignored him and asked him to have dinner at the Chinese buffet which just opened last week in front of the Musashisakai-station. It cost us only 6 bucks.
“Si? But everybody says the taste was not good. How come they don’t start Mexican food, anyways?” Miger grumbled. Miger was always complaining that Japan does not want Mexican restaurant. Every time I told him the reason why we did not have Mexican food was because of ten gallons hat. I told him the had would really irritate customer at a restaurant, we can’t ignore the big had when we come and go. Miger insisted on that hat was called Sombrera de charro. Yet it does not matter. The image of ten gallons hat makes us keep away from Mexican food. I was totally kidding him. But he sort of believed it. Miger researched at our school how Japanese think about Mexican. According to the result, most Japanese associated Mexico with that big round hat. That night Miger had drunk one bottle of tequila by himself. What made he even more depressing, the liquor shop had only bad tequila. He cried and said “Don’t mock Mexico!!” Ever since, he started wearing ten gallon hat everyday. He thought people would get bored of ten gallon hat and then finally would start get interested in Mexico. This idea backfired perfectly; he just emphasized ten gallon hat.
Anyway, we left room 6993. I saw lots of empty seats when we got to the restaurant. That time around 6:30 any restaurant was supposed to be busy. We were sorry we had come. We could tell the food was bad.
“I will never come again,” I whispered. “Are curry and California rolls Chinese food? What made them say these were Chinese food?” I put my spoon down. Miger grined and said “Mexican food is better.” “Ten gallon hat, and real Chinese food is good” I replied right back. When we would leave there, I heard people roaring each other right behind us. There were some greens between us. I started listing with all my ears. I could tell with their intonation that they were not Japanese. I listened carefully and after that knew that they talked about Chinese food. I wondered why they were using Japanese. All of a sudden they started throwing plates, cup and everything at each other. People, who were there, did not understand what was going on at all. We stood up and ran away from the restaurant. We forgot to pay, but we did not mean it
.
The next day, Miger and I were having early lunch at room 6993; Miger brought tacos. The phone suddenly started ringing. We did not know anybody who called this room, because only Miger and I belong to this Chinese study club and we study about Chinese popular music. That is why Asia University did not budget for us at all except utilities. Miger picked up the phone “Bueno?” this is the way Mexican start talking on the phone. He knew nobody understood, but he does all the time. He looked puzzled as he listened; and he passed the phone to me.
“Hello?” I said. “How can I help you?”
“Are you Mr. Taro Hayashi?” the guy on the phone said. “Ah… this is Tamura from University’s office. I have something to talk you over.” He started in serious voice.

Miger and I went to the office to see Mr. Tamura the guy called me on the phone. He was in charge of the international party which was coming two weeks later. At that party exchange students, from each countries were going to compete in cooking. This party is the biggest chance for everyone to show their country off. Mr. Tamura told us the problem that happened yesterday. Chinese students who were going to join the party as cooks had big fight yesterday and school could not allow them to join the party. China is big and each parts have own dish. Besides every Chinese exchange students wanted to cook own country meal. However, we call our university “Asia”; attendance would expect Chinese food. For school part, we can’t reverse our decision. Also to let another Chinese student to cook was also not allowed. We don’t want another racket. Then we decided to substitute China study club for real China team. “We don’t think you guys can cook Chinese well…but we had to prepare something substitute. Will you please be China team? We will make amends for the ingredients cost and all” Mr. Tamura said. He was asking us if we wanted to join, wanted to be victims. I started thinking about the yesterdays fight at the Chinese buffet. Now I understood why they spoke Japanese; they spoke sort of different languages. Anyway, I did not want to be involved by that kind of stuff.
“Of course,” Miger said. “Why not, we will be willing to do that.” Miger jerked my hand and got me up. “We have to get going now, but we are sure we will help you.” We walked out of the room.
“Hey hey, did you lose your mind? Or you ate too many chillies and numbed your tongue?” I asked.
“As you heard,” Miger grinned. “You don’t see? Time has come.”
Actually, I could tell what he was up to. “Hey you will cook Mexican won’t you?” Miger stopped and started looking around like as if he heard of my confession that I killed somebody. He swung the sombrera’s peek around to the back to clam himself down, but that ten gallon hat is round shape. He was upset.
“No, no. What in the world made you say so?” he said he had to do something and he left. I thought it was good idea for Miger. Why he belongs to this club is because I pulled him in to continue this club, so I felt indebted to him. I had been sort of wishing to do something for him. I let him go; and he asked me to stop by his room.

When I got his house that evening I smelled something spicy, Mexican spicy.
“Are you practicing?” I yelled from outside. I could feel the spicy air between us was frozen all of a sudden. He stuck his head from the door. “Yes I am practicing Chinese food.” I barged in on his house and saw a table. There were tons of tortilla and some kind of Mexican food for taco. “Taco and dumpling are almost same.” Miger murmured. I kept looking at piled tortilla and picked up one taco to eat. I picked something meat, which was floating on black liquid; it tasted like beef. But it looked really bad.
“Good,” I said. “You can start Mexican food restaurant. But if we join the competition, we have to cook something Chinese food…they don’t look like Chinese food at all.”
“We can call it dumpling” Miger was brim with confidence. I doubted very much if he ever ate Chinese food before; because they Mexicans hardly ever eat anything except Mexican food. I worried that if the attendances would regard his food Chinese. But on the other hand, not too many people know Mexican food; besides China is too big to be known everything. Miger thought what he would cook, he prepared really well; but those recipes were all Mexican food. I told him I would cook something real Chinese food. But you know, when I thought about Chinese food, all I could think of were typical dished which you can eat anywhere. Then I decided to make Chinese tea at the party; I thought everybody would have tea and the tea would make attendances to think Miger Mexican food is Chinese food.
Miger and I did good job. Previous day, I finished everything for the party. At room 6993 we were talking about the party. We showed him costumes that I got from Chinese friends; we would wear traditional Chinese clothe. We looked good in those clothes.
Next morning I got to the party place earlier. I was really nervous about the party, if people would enjoy our food. Miger did not show up till ten to five, just before the party started. I could not hold my mouth tight when I saw him. He was in perfect Mexican costume like as if he just came out from Mexican party. I was wearing, white snake peel boots, dark blue jeans, unnecessary big buckle on his belly, and cowboy shirt. Of course he was wearing Sombrera de charro. He went into the China team booth naturally and started cooking. I did not say anything then; did not blame him at all. It was really funny, in a way. I was sort of applauding his courage in my heart. I sort of worried that he would start cooking Mexican food. But he did not he cooked Mexicanized Chinese food. Many people came by to eat our food; of course Miger’s strange costume helped a lot. People looked they liked the taco dumpling and tea. Miger cooked something with noodle, only it was gross looking, the soup color was dark brown, and nobody wanted to eat. Even Miger said he did not know what he made…
Anyway we got third place of all other competitors. When Miger knew it he threw his hat in the sky and shouted something in Spanish. He was happy that the Mexican food was admitted. But I knew he had to eat that gross noodle for a while.

Afterwards, he established new club named La Mexico. But it is only him that is in that club. We went to the Chinese restaurant where we went before. Then we saw a strange dumpling. I said Miger “Is this Chinese food?”

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Drive me driving

I recognized that I didn’t write my blogs in amusing way. I just kept writing about how I thought or felt from my days. So today I will write something different. And you don’t have to read this all, because this is just about my stupid thought.

I dislike driving car. I can declare to anybody at anywhere that I have no head for driving too. People, especially guys are liable to say “I know about Car”, “I am good at driving” or something like that. I am really not interested in car at all. It’s sort of strange for around my age. My friends, though especially guy, love their cars, and everyday seek new car to buy, even they have a latest car. Did I digress? Anyway, what I wanted to say is, I am really bad at driving and this is depending on that I am completely indifferent to CAR.

Why I am writing about this is, because I visited my friend, who I bought my old car, Toyota Sprinter, from. When I bought that Sprinter, I had two choices that would buy that Sprinter, a wagon or GT something-one of those sports car. Those prices are same and I bet that people would buy GT something instead of buying a bad looking wagon. Actually that Sprinter looked really terrible. Paint had come off from some parts; but one thing the Sprinter was superior to that sports car. What I like about the Sprinter, I could slide my bike inside. That the reason why I made a choice to buy it.

The funny thing is that the Sprinter couldn’t stand the speed more than 60 m/h. That could actually go at the rate of 110 m/h. But when you hit the accelerator and go more than 60 miles, the car started shaking so hard!! I came close to crushing into a guard rail sometimes. I’m not kidding.

Anyway what I wanted to say is…What did I want to say? I don’t care what car I drive and all. I just wanted to write something pleasant, but it seems I just wrote something didn’t make sense to anybody, even I myself. Hahahahaha.

But maybe, I am bad at driving isn’t depended on that I don’t care about car. It’s just an excuse. Hahaha.

What a stupid long diary I wrote today.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

There are many ways, but there is the way I long.

How do people decide their occupation, from the view point of money, if you can get many days off, no reason, close to where you live? If there are thousand people, they each answer different. I will answer that I decide my occupation whether I can be in love with. This is the way I live and this was the way I took.

Monday, July 04, 2005

In the mist

How depressing today was!! Last night my mother asked me to go to fortune telling with her. It was for me. In one word, my family is not too happy that I start company myself, especially if I start in the U.S. They worry about if I fail it. But the funny thing is, though, they don’t even know what I want to do. They never asked before… it does not matter for them what I will do. Their opinion is, I am going to fail if I do something. They are negative about anything I do, anytime. Whenever I did something, they, especially my mother and sister gave me some negative options. They are partly right too, I know it is. I know it. But I can’t take easy way unless it is absolutely impossible way to take. Actually I’m not the guy that is active and offensive. I am opposite to it sometimes. But once I made up my mind to do something, I do drastically. I don’t know it is proper word, drastic, but something like that. I never give up—it sometimes pretty annoying to my friend, thought—what I decided to do. But as I said my family is right for some point. I have to make my plan clearer as a glass. This is my problem, optimism, so to speak.

Anyway, it is the phase I have to manage to get through. As I write before. I can’t run away from this, it is okay if I change my mind; but I just can’t to just run away from this issue without doing anything. If I do I am a goner; I possibly am to be happy, but I will be a goner, anyway. What decides whether your life is good or not are, if you regret or not when you die and if you commit sin to God and yourself. I am happy to die if I haven’t done them.

I am kind of tired today. My writing may crazy. But I want to read this with smiling when I re-read in the future; although, maybe I will.

However, today was really humid too. Can you believe that I have not seen the sun yet after I got here? When it is clear, my mind will be clear too. Is that right, God?

Sunday, July 03, 2005

I bought a cellphone.

I bought a cell phone today. I would use my old phone which I had been using for 2 years before I went to the U.S. I thought recent phones were not too big different from the phone I had. As I talked with the clerk who works for phone company, it was discovered that the latest phones are extremely great…I never thought I could take a movie with a cell phone, any cell phone; besides it can zoom and all. Can you believe it? New phones, they didn’t look changed. Japanese phones are great.

We Japanese deserted PC for developing cell phone. We Japanese hardly catch up with American PC situation. For instance, I could use somebody’s wireless network sneakily anywhere but Japan. American people know how to download any digital stuff illegally. Japanese don’t. These are bad example. Hahahaha, anyway technology is like a seesaw. Both things don’t live together.

Today, my computer is doing funny. I had better stop using. Good night.

Saturday, July 02, 2005

I got back home. Then this fear started freaking me off. “WHAT I CAN BE?” because, nobody get behind me for starting company. Besides, I feel awkward between what I can do and what I have to do, kind of stuff. My mother told me some of my friends have child and asked me when my turn would come. I told her it was going to never happen—teasing, of course, but I can’t think too hard anything except starting a company. The biggest problem is money, of course. Money always gets in my way. It is going to be okay I think, as long as I don’t give up. Anyway I have to handle this situation by myself.

I went to Police department to continue my driver’s license. It was already expired, 4 months ago. I couldn’t change, because I was in the U.S. Today I carried out that I was plotting for 2 years. What I did is I smiled when they took picture of me for the license. Originally, People don’t simile when they are taken picture. In my Washington driver’s license, I am laughing even showing my teeth. I was allowed. Anyway I just wanted to break the notion that we are prohibited to smiling on our driver’s license. I am grinning from ear to ear. I look uglier than as actually I am; but I like a picture more than the one I don’t simile. I want to smile, to tell you the truth.

I also went to electric store to make a contract with Yahoo BB, one of the Broad band companies. According to the clerk who explained to me, I would be able to use internet next week, the earliest, maybe not. When people give you words—that are not going to be come true—you have to expect that you have to wait a bit more. I was thinking that if chose cable; cable is kinda faster than DSL, when there are not too many people who use cable; and if I chose to use cable I could use internet from tomorrow. Why I chose to use DSL. There are three reasons that I decided. In the first place, Yahoo BB is new serves; I like to get behind new stuff. In the second place, the clerk who explained resembled my close friend. In the third place, I didn’t want to use cable, because there are people using cable. The fact may grow internet speed slower.