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    November 28

    Nagoya

    I went to Nagoya this weekend.  I had fun.  Pictures may be on my flickr website.  Enjoy life.
    November 23

    Merry Funny Christmas

    Hmm, forget about everything I said.  I`ve decided to return to Canada.  Life is actually much better back home.  I had to struggle to decide because I know I`ll be piss poor when I get home, I`ll have to live with my parents again and look for work and school and direction. But it`s better than being here.
     
    But first, I must get to China.  How am I going to do that when I have no money for a plane ticket there?  It`s only 5 hours away, but prices are ridiculous and they`re running out of space.  The longer I stay in Japan, the poorer, I`ll become.  I mean, poor.  But what can I do?  There`s not much.  I suppose I can take up some private lessons again to save more cash.  I think I`ll need to do that.  I need time off, but I`d rather be making an extra few hundred a month since I`ll need it.  Hmmmm...what`s the plan?  What`s the plan?  I`ll need money.  A lot of it to do nothing.  Blow it on travel around Asia?  Maybe I`ll do that, with some clothing and a backpack...
     
    Anyway, I had a dream about confronting the devil and reading off the Bible.  It wasn`t really the devil, but it was a guy who liked to murder little girls.  He had a little girl with him and he was going to slit her belly and let her die slowly.  What a creep.  Maybe I`m the creep for having a dream like that.  I mean, the guy in my dream is in MY DREAM.  So maybe I`m a psychopath...
     
    Merry Funny Christmas.
    November 19

    Not much to say

    Blah, I`m sick.  I am still struggling.  Should I spend another few years in Japan or should i go home and start my life?  I`m supposed to be able to have some sort of career going by 30 andif I spend more time here, that might not happen.  When I get back to Canada, I`d almost be 27 hahahha...and how did I lose 1.5 years to Japan?  Hmm...but I like the prof here...but he doesn`t have anything ground breaking...grrrrr....
     
    I`m going to surf the net and try to figure things out.  MSN busted up and somehow I can`t log in anymore.  Something wrong with the server here...some guy is now checking to see if I`m working?
     
     
    November 13

    Asians can`t think

    Somebody read this and summarize for me.
    November 12

    can I stay another year?

    So here I am, sitting in the law students` computer room, using a law student`s ID on a computer that is not mine for an unlimited amount of time in the warmth of the room and I wonder why I`m able to do things like this.  I`m worried that I`ll have to go back home and stay with my parents, end up searching for jobs endlessly, never being happy, never being sad, eventually marrying and having children in the endless numbless of adulthood.
     
    But I don`t want to give that up yet.  I want to stay young and I want my mind to stay young.  I want to enjoy youth and hold onto it desperately because I don`t awnt that numbness, that idleness of waiting for death to come.  Eventually, it will all end and I will have to deal with that.  So why not prepare for my future?  What is my future?
     
    That`s what I`m trying to decide.  Japan is supposed to be a year, a short stage in my life, but somehow, this country grabs a hold of you and it`s difficult to let go.  For a short term relationship, Japan is excellent.  All you do is enjoy life because the Japanese think life is short and hell is, well, hell.  You gotta go through a lot of really bad things in Japan`s version of Hell, and eventually your suffering day by day will end there and your suffering day by day will begin on Earth.  How do I know this?  I`ve been here a year, I must`ve learned something in their art.  Having a friend who was an art literature major helps.   So if that`s the way it is and God is not going to come by anytime soon, you really do I have to enjoy the pleasures of life.  Japan is excessive in this.  But is this what I want? 
     
    I want to get back into research.  Today I met the Dean of Science here at Okayama University.  He thinks I have a good chance of doing research here if I want.  But they I`d have to spend an obscene amount of time writing up a proposal.  I probably should be doing that instead of writing this...
     
    yeah...
     
    so I might stay...
    got work to do...
     
    bye
     
    November 09

    I`m from Korea because I can speak English...

    I really like the people living in Japan.  In Canada, people rarely question where you are from because in the end, you are still Canadian.  In Japan, I speak English so I must not be Chinese or Japanese.  The only explanation left is that I`m Korean because Koreans speak English.  Riiiiiiiiiiiiight.  Well, at least, the other asians living here seem to think that.  I belive that no one I`ve met has guessed where I was from, from the first impression.  They`ve never guessed England or Australia or anything because I don`t have that kind of accent, but anywhere but Canada.  I would admit that`s very difficult being of the mind that Canadians are mainly European in origin, and for some families, like 200+ years ago from Europe...but at least try to guess that I`m Chinese.  Try.  Please?  Actually, just give up and accept that I am who I am.  At least the people who get to know me don`t seem to mind and the approach of asking me is probably going to help in the long run if you don`t want me to get all whiny about it like I am here...
     
    btw, I had this dream last night.  It goes like this:
     
    I had this weird dream last night that involved drew and jen do you remember them? Anyway i was somewhere in canada on vacation and then i was playing some games . The next thing i know i'm eating pizza and drew and jen come by to tell me something. Then i was in my hotel room with all my belongings. They come in again to give me a secret code. I think it was T125 Or something. And then they ran off telling me to build a short wave radio instead of using the phone to contact because It's tapped. Then something crashes through my window and It's a smoke grenade. I am in the pizza joint and they have all you can eat ribs. So i eat with drew and jen while the police search for us. The mafia are after us too but we don't know why. Actually just i don't. We have to split up cuz the fuzz are on our tail and the mafia guys are cleaning their knives. The hotel i'm in is a mob hang out and i walked into a mob slaying. They dumped parts of the body in the river and other parts are mixed into
     the cement That's the framework of the hotel. Btw this area is really seedy looking. There is a brothel and some latin bars down the corner where guys slick back their hair like 50's Gangster. Anyway drew and jen agree to meet me by the river via transmission fro the short wave radio. Our meeting says we must leave and go somewhere else. The cops show up soon and i run back to my room to pack up. I bring my camera and towels and some warm clothes. Finally i pack everything. I run down the lobby and see the place swarming with cops. My mom is there saying how dare i betray everyone. I get really sad and look at her once more feeling that whatevs i've done has altered my life and i can't go back to it now.
    I jump out the back porch and in flies a delorian already to go back to the future. Marty had ended up here by mistake but i get in and tell him to take the car into the river. We are now in a world like ours but under water and the pressure gets bad when we hit 100 m. Some japanese ladies wander the streets in the deep. They speak japanese very well for under water talk.
    The cops don't give up and end up down in the river searching for us. I sneak by using my ninja skills by pretending to be italian. I get to the surface and the delorian flies up into space and time again. But not before blinding me with headlights. I get knocked unconscious.
    When i come to i'm in this tube like building that seems to just be staircases. Drew and jen call me to tell me i must break free. I run up the first few floors and get lost. The whole building has no markings and i can't tell up from down. Then some ninja children from japan come to attack me. There must be ten of them. Heavily armed with cell phones and plastic swords. I try my best to dodge and attack but i get swarmed. I break free and jump flights of stairs. This fighting goes on just long enough before i hit the bottom of the building. I've broken the necks of 3 ninjas. More come after me and the fighting goes on. Somehow i take a girl hostage and it turns out to be my sister when she was about 10. I let go and my mom comes out to say that she can't believe i betrayed them all.

    I think i got up about there. This dream would be better on drugs and if i could've made a movie out of it for you to see. Cuz i was cool. I the building was blue like shining diamonds. Ah too much to read for a work day. Eh.
    November 08

    farts

    Japanese foods are changing my stomachs.  I fart too much.  Luckily, I teach kids and I always blame them when I let one rip.  And because most Japanese children will believe anything you say, they`ll actually think they did it.  It`s awesome.  Now if I can convince adults.  Today for class, I`m going to try to do a ventrillaquist fart...I can`t spell.