It's friday!! but technically Saturday.

Oh it was Friday!! Time flies—I used to believe it was “Time fries”—and well actually not. This may sound strange, but that’s what I really feel. It seems time flies but not.

When I was a kid time didn’t fly at all. It was really slow like a sluggish frog waiting for a bug flies by to catch. When I was in college, time really flied. People say the older you get the faster you feel you life is going by so fast; or when you do something fun. College was not that exciting to me; at least I think it wasn’t. I played video games with my friend and practice Japanese archery. That’s it. But time flied. Might be college life was fun back then. It’s probably just it, what I was doing back then, looks crap if I judge it by my current opinion. But, yeah when I was 18-22 years old, life was extremely fun.

What was I writing about? Oh about Friday…Friday is always good, not because with one sleep it’s weekend, I work anyway. Then why? I don’t know. I just feel I like it.

I had to go to school on Saturday when I was in elementary school. We finished by noon then went home and did whatever we wanted. That’s just way. I feel now like my childhood came back. And back then I felt it took forever to finish a day.

What I am talking about?

A strange dream

I had a weird dream this morning. I cannot describe in words even Japanese, my language. I try, anyway.

I was at a school with my friends. At first we were showing each other’s wallets. Somehow we both had more than 100 thousand dollars in the wallets. We were laughing at the wallets, I don’t know why. And I knew I didn’t have that much money, but I did. Let me get this straight. I had the money, but didn’t know I had till I saw it. That’s it. The next scene was at the same room, but the other side. I and my friends were surrounding an old man and beating him with sticks. I was probably the guy tried to hit him the most. I tried to get his head, but couldn’t. The old mab didn’t die contrary to my thought. Then he took something into his mouth and in brief smoke was coming out of his mouth. It poisoned us to death. Among the dead people there was a kid, girl. And the scene changed. That was about the kid reincarnating. She was about to born. But she was not her yet. She might be a sperm or an egg…

That was a weird dream.

drift wood and duckweed

I got to wake up at 3:30 this morning. Isn’t that insane? Duckweed is in now and there are lots of them floating on the pond near I live. My parents and I decided to catch them to sell them to make some pocket money. To make the job done by 12 I had to wake up that early, besides that my parents are pretty much morning people. When they said we had to start before 4 am, I told them we wouldn’t have sunlight. They didn’t care.

We got there around 3:40. As I expected the sun was still at Hawaii. There was so spooky, but noisy by bullfrogs and bugs. Those creatures made the place eerier. You don’t know some kinds of noise scare you. They walked down the road by the cliff and I was waiting for them catching Duckweed so I could pull containers up from the top of the cliff. I hardly saw them in the dark. Only the sound of splashing water filled the air. It seemed bullfrogs and bugs were scared of the intruders. It didn’t take long to fill the container we prepared. When we got into the car, the sunshine was beaming from east sky. On the way, I really hoped we didn’t catch anything unpleasant like a dead cat. I would be the one sort the weeds out alone.

I only found a crawfish and a fish. I was lucky.

After work I went south with Maz. We had an adventure. We found a cool café on top of a hill and drift wood store under the hill. We bought wooden vase for 1,000 yen (10 dollars). We managed to find a beach and walked along the foreshore.

It was a nice day.

Relax, guys

I recently started reading a human resource company’s president’s blog. His blog is really motivating and telling you how his followers developing their skills and personality. His friends are either famous other companies’ boss or young executives like himself. They are also outstanding and all.

I haven’t met that kind of people in person, though. But according to his blog, we people all should be motivated like them and do good to Japan, or this country will go bankrupt or collapsed. At least his blog make you feel you are nothing if you aren’t an executive or full of enthusiasm.

Seemingly, there still aren’t many people with zeal for changing the world in Japan. Thanks to God, though. If all people were highly motivated and wanting to change the world, this world would be boring and difficult to live in, at least to me.

Those bloggers should know their pep talk backfires.

food and clean

When I came back from work, there was something amazed me: the clean flat! Maz cleaned the whole apartment by herself today. That was amazing, because this morning I thought the living room and the corridor were rather filthy, covered with dust and stuff. Especially, the kitchen floor was pretty much disgusting since I made a mess while making bread dough. I put more than needed amount of water, so watery dough was dripping down to the floor. That left white stain. Maz even wiped off it too. It was absolutely spotless. Besides that she cooked curry too. That was also, no doubt, great.

Let's go to a picnic or something

You don’t know how much Japanese mothers want their kids to be fluent in English. As if they don’t give a flying f—k about our own language, Japanese.

When my sister had her daughter, Yuka, three years ago she wavered if she had to have the baby join an English program sometime soon. I didn’t dare to point out that the eyes hadn’t opened yet. I knew she would notice that sometime soon before she found a good English class for her. Anyhow, 2 years passed and she decided to buy a crappy English study kit which Yuka never showed interest. I also found dumb in the study thingy. Yuka is not the one to blame. She’s got some DVD, books and garbage. The funny part was DVD. I watched some part of them. In each story, there is a guy named Mr. Eric who is strange and loud with harsh voice. Simply you cannot stand his voice. I couldn’t. What makes things worse, he sings!! in a very bad way. The company should’ve picked more compatible person in the first place. And the books, those text books; as soon as you open you will see very disgusting pictures. And if you touch those pictures with a special pen, the Mr. Eric guy’s voice comes out of the book. This time you feel dizzy and crave to chuck it in a bin. But you can’t because that whole thing costs you about 1,000 dollars.

The 1,000 dollar’s case is still better one. One of my acquaintances has a 2 year-old kid and guess how much he paid for an English study thingy. 8,000 dollars for heaven’s sake. You can buy a cheap car!! However the curriculum is powered by Disney. First I thought they aren’t satisfied with their success in movies, rat’s lands, and suing people for piracy, but according to the father that works very well.

“What exactly does that thing do to your kid?” I asked.
“That enables kids to learn English as first language, so that way my daughter speaks like American.” He beamed.
I paused a second, wondering if I should tell him Americans are not the only people speak English, besides English wasn’t from there. “Oh that’s fantastic,” I murmured instead. “what else?”
“Oh yes, now my daughter names things in English, like ‘an apple’. She thinks an apple is an apple not in Japanese, ‘ringo’”
“Oh that’s big deal” I said.

Well, I found the problem, even though that’s excellent, that kids cannot use the 8,000 bucks worth thing forever. Probably by the age 5 they have to give up with that. They no longer want mouse guys and ducks keep asking you “what colour is the sea?” They may want to answer like “maybe you mouse man want me to say ‘blue’, however if you take a look closely it’s actually transparent or translucent for pollution” or “the colour changes by your feeling.” like a thinker. Anyway, it’s good only for 3 years then you have to go to send your kids to an English school which costs you 100 bucks a month. Think how much you pay for kids to be fluent in English.

Disney thing: 8,000 dollars (3 yr-5 yr)
School: 100 dollars times 12 (month) times 15 (years) is equal to 18,000 dollars…
So you need 26,000 dollars for one kid at least. And there is no guarantee you kid will be whiz at English. What is more, your kid may want to be a dairy farmer.

Why don’t you, Japanese mothers, put off English education a while and spend time with your kids?