On my way to work last night, I biked into a field of flowers.  It was really warm so I decided to tumble in the heap of delicious joy and sensual sensations of the scented shoots.  It was then I realized that I was stuck in a small ruin of somewhat Mayan in nature.
I walked ahead and discovered a giant gate with the carving of a phoenix.  There was a glyph on the side and I touched it and found the phoenix coming alive.  It spewed out a three-tailed minotaur and I ran.
When I got back on my bike, heading towards downtown, I suddenly realized that I probably should go back and make sure the minotaur isn't going to go attack any more people.  So I stopped off at the local blacksmith on Commercial Drive and bought myself a small sword.  I figured that swords would kill a beast like a minotaur since they were around before guns which necessarily means that guns cannot harm mythological creatures.
I also took some time to go to a Church and have the sword blessed.  Better yet, this was a Greek Orthodox Church.

As I headed towards the field of flowers on Adanac, I happened to find a small satyr that wanted to dance.  I told him that I needed to kill a minotaur and he decided to follow up.  It's nice to have a bowsman for the journey, I suppose.

When we approached the field and ruins, we found the phoenix back in its carving and the minotaur to be no where in site.  I touched the glyph again and once again, the phoenix rose from its carving and spewed out the minotaur.

With a quick couple of strikes, I had the creature down for the count.  No more worrying about people being slaughtered by this mythological creature.  I lopped off the three tails as a request from the Satyr.  Apparently, minotaur tails are rare.

When the gate opened up, I thought I should've gone straight to work and left the minotaur roaming free.  I had told my boss why I might be late, however, he didn't want to talk too much about minotaurs.  I walked into the ruins.

Inside was as plain as it wasn't outside.  There were not special carvings or glyphs or anything that could tell me why this was here in the middle of Vancouver.  So I walked out of the ruins and then decided to walk in again.  I did this seven times.

On the seventh try, the ruins opened up at the bottom and I discovered a treasury.  Most of it was gold too heavy to lift so I couldn't really steal anything.  instead, I walked outside, called my boss to tell him I am going to quit my job, and called a bunch of friends who needed to make money fast to come get me.  And bring a van or two.  Maybe some ancient weapons with enchantments.  (Believe me, living in Vancouver, it's hard to find enchanted weapons.  So I told them to get their weapons blessed in a Church if they could.)

Upon arrival, my friends greeted me with great many assortment of weapons.  Only three of them actually showed up.  The Satyr was still there so it was a Party of Five.  Not the best number, but an ax/mace wielder, two swordsman, and two archers seem to fit the bill nicely.  There is no need for magic as we were just looting from a random Mayan ruin in East Vancouver.

So we walked back and forth from the entrance seven times and again, the doors opened from the ground and we walked into an entirely different chamber.  This one contained things we could not move.

It was a stadium of artifacts.  Mainly an ancient mythological creature zoo.  The animals didn't have a problem moving about either.  The entire Zodiac was residing in some far corner.  Castor and Pollux trying to balance each other out, Taurus having a good fight with Cancer.  And in the centre stood a creature that I couldn't really describe, but the glyphs said danger all over them.  We tried to stay away as much as possible from that cage.

Unfortunately, the Satyr decided to set off some ancient alarm and all the cages opened and a sea of people erupted from the seats and started to cheer.  The creature in the centre gate opened and started to run around, ready to charge at us.  We were surrounded by lions and tigers and all things that should belong to fairy tales.  The Satyr joined the party of baddies as well.

I jumped up into the air, higher than I really thought possible and threw my sword down on a lion, killing it instantly.  Then the sky split open and Leo disappeared from the Zodiac.  I didn't think that it was a good idea to try to kill these things after all.

My friends spent a lot of time defending and yelling at me for lying.  I promised gold and treasure.  Instead, they were stuck fighting for their lives and trying hard not to destroy the Zodiac.

Then the big thing came up and knocked me up into the air and charged at me in the sky.  I didn't have my sword so I just started to run around in circles in the stadium and I threw people at the beast.

Somehow I woke up and realized I had to see my doctor for some examinations.  And then I realized it wasn't real.

And then I got a phone call from SFU saying I have a lunch meeting tomorrow.  And then the secretary asked me a few questions and realized I wasn't the right person even though the name, phone number, and other personal information was the same.  I should've just gone for a free lunch.

People stare.

For those of you who forgot that I existed, I decided to write a little bit about my last month back here in Canada.Whatever I've been doing here in Canada, I haven't been doing it enough nor doing it right.  I think I just realized that "Closing Dates" do not mean that the applications can stop coming in after that date, but that the job needs to be filled by that date.  Having realized this newfound insight, I should probably get my shit together and actually apply to jobs WAY before their deadlines.  Now knowing this, I hope that the jobs I've applied for early on are going to give me some good results. I can pretty much write off all the past applications since I applied on the Deadline date.  If I am mistaken about this, someone please let me know.  Otherwise, I'll just have to sit around more and wonder about my strategy.  I've looked for work before.  There must be something missing in my application process that I need to go over.  I wonder what those things hould be.

 

I've done a lot of random things that probably will destroy my life further this month as well.  I seem to have this urge to completely destroy things and start all over.  I might have too many loose ends, or my sister says, "Just stop. You know it's not working. Do it right."

 

I left Canada to travel to find myself, only to realize that I actually lost myself on that trip.  Now coming home to Canada, I really do have to find myself.  I lost what I found interesting in life.  I lost the will to survive.  I learned the deeper meaning of "GAMBATTE" but I haven't actually put it into any use.  No more, I gotta move up.  No more time to have fun.  I've done enough of that. I just had my birthday too. Maybe it's time to really be an adult for once.  If things don't go my way, it's my fault.  I gotta tell myself that.  No more fancy 80s music parties.  No more kareoke.  okay, if people wanna sing with me, we can do that.  But I gotta act mature.  Otherwise I'm just an overgrown 5 year old. 

 

My dreams need to stop being so immature as well.  I will dream about taxes tonight.

 

Ugh, coming back to Canada pretty much just means I have to spend my time dealing with taxes, medical plans, money, everything. It's such a big hassle. I liked it when people didn't talk about money and I didn't have to worry about it. What's with people worrying about money and success=money all the time? I guess it's good to have goals. I'm pretty unambitious so my goals are to do what I want to do. Too bad I can't even figure that one out. Oh well, time to grow up a bit.

 

Well, that means I get to put away my selfish behaviour yet again and head on home.  Vancouver sounds like it's going downhill.  Why is this happening to my hometown? Is it evolution? Into what? Why take a nice place like Vancouver, which was ready to head towards a plane of paradise on Earth without having to go to Heaven turn into crap?  I guess that's just the way things are. Maybe even Heaven got tired of being good. But they probably have a better way of weeding out undesirables. Oh well, that's not why vancouver sucks. Vancouver is still a great place to be, but to hear the local kids say it isn't, well, they need to get out of their circles of drugs.

 

China isn't so bad. I see a few ladies jogging on the street by the side of the road.  Hmmm, be home soon.

 

it appears I've been hit with food poisoning while in china yet again.  Yeehaw...I feel like crap.  Time to get off the net and shoot water out of my ass (I have done this over 20 times in the last 24 hours...I am severely dehydrated)

 

I went all over China.  I'm too lazy to write much so here are excerpts from emails...

 

Yesterday we met some of my aunt's family and we got a lot of red packets of money. So far, I've collected about 1300 RMB worth of lucky money (about 20000 yen), which is not much, but it's packets of 10-20 RMB each, so you can see how many packets I have! One contained 300RMB, so it doesn't count for much. I bought some groceries for our HK trip today and it came out to be about 14 RMB which is about $2.50 CDN. I bought a lot of stuff! Eating here in Guangzhou is unbeatable for price and taste. Americans must love it here! IT's just greasy food all day long and endangered animals and weird animal parts being eaten. I told you I saw some crocodile meat, right? It was really juicy looking. Anyway, to try to bring the paragraph back in order, today, I went to a shopping district of Shang-xia Jiu Lu (the Kanji is pretty easy: UP, DOWN, NINE, ROAD. So it's Kanji you should even know!) Anyway, a lot of foreigners were there and my mom was shopping crazy and so my sister and I waited for a long time outside shops and the sewers stank and there were so many people (think Nagoya Station times 10 for people and times 1 for area). I got bored so I stood outside the shop and started to do the robot dance, pausing every once in a while and my sister pretended to give me some money (I gave her some spare change) and I got a crowd gathered around me. A lot of people asked me if I was a real human being. Some people said I was a foreigner from the West because I didn't look Chinese and the foreigners said, "Hey look! There's some weird dude doing the robot! Sweet!" I wasn't very good because I kept cracking up and couldn't keep a straight face, especially with the gathering crowds. My sister was laughing a lot so forgot about the smell and the people. That's all that was important. I did it next to a guy in a chicken suit blowing a weird musical instrument and he got mad at me because people kept staring at me instead of him. My sister took a picture with a counterfeit Minnie Mouse guy in a suit thingy.  BTW, I now wish to perform the robot in random locations around China. Maybe I will make it a photo essay.

 

I will do it badly.

 

Also, kids attacked me yesterday and eat my ears.

 

 

Yesterday I met my extended family from my aunt's side of the family. There were 23 new faces that I met and quickly forgot because I had no way of finding out who they are. I don't know if I'll ever meet them again either, but I guess they are family.  The kids went all insane on me and started to play weird games with my mind and body.  I got 17 pockets of money so I'm a little weirded out by that experience.  We were going to go to the zoo today but it's raining.  Sometimes it's better to chill out, I guess.

 

I went to Dianxia and Shaquai (???) the last two days to see my ancestors.  It was pretty cool.  By ancestors and their land, I mean the area where they are from and the area where at least one of them had a dynasty. This is pretty ridiculous since I went to see the Chan Clan Academy and there are so many Chan (chen, etc) in the world, there's not much point in saying they are related very much. So I don'tknow of the Liang/Leung Dynasty's ruling area really is ancestrial.

 

However, the view from the Dianxia mountain and crazy penis rock formation and vagina rock cave makes for interesting look as well as the China Sex Musuem, celebrating 5000 years of culture and sex in China's long history. There are Korean words written everywhere so I assume Koreans also enjoy 5000 year old sex rituals. I didn't get to go into the Sex Museum, but the front has a woman riding a giant phallus.  However, the Penis Rock (or Vigour Rock, Man Stone, and various other names) was really big. It's a 28metre rock formation in the middle of the valley.  The diameter is 7metres. A guy on the tour commented that he didn't need to take a picture of the rock because he had something similar in his pants. A woman commented that he could not compare. Chinese women also think bigger is better.  Most of China feels the same.  Americans?  Nah, probably just different than Japanese.  Chinese women will skip the size issue if you have money. Hmmm...very American. I only say that because there are lots of short ugly guys here with really tall, beautiful women. The guys look rich.  The regular looking guys get ugly girls and good looking guys (like me) are stuck taking care of their mothers who have forgotten what it's like to travel.

 

Anyway, after the penis rock, we stayed in a hotspring resort and had a small villa to ourselves. It was real nice except when they refused to let my sister go into the pool with swimming trunks because girls had to have something more revealing on. My sister was forced to take off her swim trunks and go with her swimming other clothes, the bottom parts I do not know.  Meanwhile a guy went in with his underwear.

In Japan you wouldn't have this problem because everyone is naked.

 

Naked is good.

 

The next day, we went to see a monestary that was built 1500 years ago by the Liang Emperor. There were 400 monks in training there. A lot of people prayed to buddha, not realizing you don't need to pray to him because he can only observe and give answers that you already know. Oh well, they pray for selfish reasons, like everyone. Then they fight and kill and murder. Religion, when organized, is just a killing machine.

 

I ate a vegetarian lunch and looked at some medicinal fungus and drank some.  I liked a mushroom and nothing happened. My mother smacked me in the head. Also, some people from Beijing got really upset everyone in Guangdong was speaking Cantonese, which happens to be the dialect of the area.  I got yelled at by this old lady who also yelled at a nice old lady who travelled all over the world. It was because the nice lady was telling me about her travels. She is having a good retirement, I think. Also, travel makes you nicer because you see the world. 

 

Anyway, I got to chillax and take a bath.  My philosophy isn't complete without the sex part.  Vancouver, I'm hungry. :)

 

Ah, I am still sick as an old man here in Guangzhou and I still managed to do a bunch of random things.  This week started off pretty relaxing.  I went to see my Aunt again and we hung out, went to this area where Dr. Sun Yat Sen has a memorial built for him in the middle of the city.  I went to the park where my dad used to play (it's a man made park and it's 100s of years old so the trees are pretty old). I don't kow the name of the park very well, but it's to honour the 5 goats and the 5 maidens from heaven who brought food to South China, thus making us a rich area of chinese cuisine.  It's pretty interesting I guess.

 

Then I went to this 5 star hotel about 2 hours away from Guangzhou City in Haizhou City (I think) to climb Mt. Laofu (Laofushan) which is the #34 place of spirits to gather in China.  I think ie's in the top 3 for beautiful mountains.  It was a pretty nice mountain of 1300m, but we never got that far up cuz of 70 year old ladies and 3 year old kids.  Most adults were in their 40s and 50s.  My sister and I were the youngest.

The hotel was pretty nice.  A lot of people were Hakka people so they had a weird dialect, but I could pick it up faster than Mandarin.  Maybe I'll just start my way up to Beijing and get there language eventually.  Besides, Mandarin isn't even a Beijing dialect, from what my relatives tell me.

 

Also, my nephew (? I gues?) finally warmed up to me and now won't leave my side.  I guess it's better than him telling me I'm not even the same kind of species as him.  He's 5 and likes animals.  Oh wow, so do I!  I talked to him about dinosaurs.

Anyway, I'm sick.  I wish I wasn't.

 

pictures on my flickr account.

So the last few days, I've been pretty down due to my stomach acting like achild being taken off breast milk.  I'm not entirely sure what went down, but I believe the fatty foods and the frying of absolutely everything is the cause of that.  This is why McDonald's is incredibly popular here, I guess.  In Beijing Road today, I saw two Mac'rs a few metres from each other, equivalent to Vancouver's famous starbucks corner on Robson and Thurlow. (google earth it)  I guess Cantonese people really like their greasy foods.  And KFCs are everywhere too. 

 

Healthy does not exist in this part of the country and I really hope that when I'm allowed to leave this part of China, I get to see the other people.  Maybe in the north, people are better.  I have this feeling that the southern Chinese are similar to southern Americans, except that in America, most of that is stereotype, but here, it seems to be true.  Everyone is struck dumb by paranoia from daily news reports of muggings and robberies.  Where old ladies lose all their belongings because some kids decided to "help" the old carry heavy bags up a flight of stairs.  The thing to do here is to avoid help and never bother asking for me.  If they seem kind, they are probably from the North, cuz the northerns are the ones who are causing the breakdown of society (according to my relatives).  Why? I asked.  My paranoia is getting just as strong.  "Do you know that the best way to control people is with fear?" Well, mother says, "So what? How else do you get 1.3 billion people to listen?" I guess I have to agree that if you tell people the streets are constantly being watched by thieves, who will stab you for the equivalent of $1 Canadian and then jump into traffic to commit ritual suicide like a japanese business man, then I guess fear is good.

 

When I walk around these streets and around the place where I was born, I wonder what really happened here in China.  My mother said that China was never a rich country.  What about all those stories of the great dynasties and heroics?  "Oh, they existed all right.  Even Shaolin Kung Fu exists now, but we were never rich." But what about happiness? "Oh, we were happy then. We didn't know that the West was taking over the world and we didn't care. Our emperor knows it all." I'm very confused...

 

Anyway, my stomach developed some kind of trouble, my mom got scared of pricing to Beijing and maybe our entire trip will be called off.  Why?  My mom has learned to never trust a single person on this planet.  How she managed to fly back to China after 27 years and decide to hide inside my uncle's house is a mystery to me.  The commies really did a number on her.  She told me today that they sent her at 16 to work on the farms where the food she grew was given to the commie generals to distribute to the people, where she made no money doing the work that she did because it was for the good of society and good of her own health to keep fit.  They kept her doing work like that for 8 years.  For 8 fucking years of my mother's youth, the commies took that away from her and made her do nothing.  It turned her into a frightened middle aged woman.  She is afraid to even learn English, even though she's been Canadian for the past 20 years.  She has no friends because she thinks people wll just come and take away thigs she values. 

 

This story, she never told me.  Now she has.  Now this kind of thing is happening to some 16 year old girl in North Korea.  F'em, let's blow that dickhead president kim jong il out of the sky.  No one should have their freedom taken away like that.

 

The first impressions I have of China...

 

1. I was not late for boarding. However, they assumed I was.  Japanese were like, "No need to rush, got 20 minutes" but Chinese were like "Why the hell didn't you run?" Hmmm....

 

2. 3 Car accidents in plain view 40 minutes into the country.

 

3. Homeless guy grabbing my shirt. I only had yen.

 

4. Excellent food.

 

5. Family fueds.

 

6. Yellow sky, pollution.

 

7. Noisy nights.

 

8. 10 million people.

 

9. Excited and fun.

 

What are my goals here?  I don't know why I'm here.  Maybe to see the place where I was born.

 

This will probably be my last entry in my stay in Japan.  I`ve had a lot of fun.  I enjoyed myself.  Time to move on.  China, are you ready?

I`ve spent the last few days trying to convince the few people I know in Japan that I am not crazy.  Maybe I am crazy, but I`m a little tired of meeting new people and meeting people in circumstances where I don`t want to talk to them.  But being a foreigner in Japan, other foreigners seem to like to get together.  However, I learned this weekend that if you get an English teacher drunk enough, he will forget that you (if you`re asian like me) are not Japanese, but Canadian.  Why is that?  Do Asians really look alike to a foreign eye?  I went from a normal conversation with a guy in the beginning of the night to having him say to me, "You know, your English is really good.  Where did you learn?"  Too bad, Mr. Genius, I learned English the same way you did, it`s my first language.  Sure, I know how to speak Cantonese and now a little bit of Japanese too, but really, I am an English speaker.  But it`s good to know that I can be Canadian to a sober white man, but I become Japanese as he becomes intoxicated.  Wow.

 

Anyway, I then went to Osaka and I went to an Aquarium there.  I took the pictures of some korean tourists who thought I was Japanese and so kind of left me alone.  When I bumped into them inside the Aquarium again, they asked me to take some pictures of them again.  Then, they asked me "The question" : Where are you from? and I said Canada.  Immediately, I went from, "Average Japanese guy" to them saying "You are so cool!"  What made me cool?  I`M Canadian?  Or am I Japanese?  Does it really matter?  For once, during my stay in the foreign lands of Asia, I`d like to know if I am liked because I am David or really, is it because I`M Canadian/Chinese/Japanese/Korean fricking whatever it is that makes me likable.  It`d be nice if it was because I was likable and not because my (perceived) nationality is why I`m likable.

 

Oh well, at least they took me to lunch.

 

 

It`s not survival of the smartest anymore.  It`s the survival of the wily and sneaky. It`s about how many alliances you can form, who`s got the bigger guns, who able to simply invade and destroy without thought.  It`s easier to simply find someone else to do it. The smart ones are being pushed away by brute force, lying and cheating and whatever little insecure tricks they have up their sleeves.

My boss is a gigantic man who pleasures in destroying the morale of the company because he is sad himself. By making us feel like crap, he has control over us.

A purely capitalist society would have people surviving and those who can`t make it, won`t.  But nowadays, we have many people going, "That`s not fair! Why is that rich guy who invented a new device to help all of us getting better treatment in the hospitals and getting to live in a big fancy house? Why should he get everything and why can`t I have it too?" Probably because the one complaining is sitting down complaining and not doing anything.

But all those cries get heard and they take away from those who work hard to make their living.  And now it`s been reversed.  You don`t have to work hard or have a good idea to be successful.  All you have to do is cry and whine that it isn`t fair and someone will give you what you want.

When I was growing up, I sometimes had other kids beat on me cuz I had nicer toys or when I was older, my parents bought me a car.  Well, I had people calling me "spoiled asian kid", but so what? My parents worked their asses off to give me those luxuries and they told me every day that when I`m old enough to be on my own, I better get used to doing that for myself.  And yeah, I have been doing that since. So I`m no longer spoiled cuz I don`t even have a car, but but Ihave to work hard to just go on living and it feels much better than having my parents hand me everything.

So, I guess the point of that is what I said before, there are more people simply begging for help than doing it themselves and they don`t feel any kind of remorse for taking others hard earned cash.  I mean, I made my money, why is someone taking it away?  I guess sometimes I dislike taxes.

But I think it is important to have some way of giving to those who need help.  I don`t think that it`s right to take opportunities away from people who are helpless, completely helpless.  For example, my cousin is mentally challenged.  He`s a great chef`s assistant.  He is able to chop and dice and prep food easily.  He was a dishwasher, but he wanted to do something else.  So the manager let him try out being an assistant.  Turns out he`s better than the other assistant`s in the restaurant so he got the job.  But if he had no support when he was younger, he`d never be able to get this far.  So it was our education system, paid by our taxes that helped him.  So taxes are all right.  But there are people who take advantage of that, and I think a lot of it is seen with the homeless population. 

I might get flamed, but I think a lot of homeless people are perfectly capable of finding work and getting their life back on track, but refuse to do it due to whatever petty excuses sympathizers like to come up with.  Sure, some are comlpetely off the wall and can`t be helped, some are mentally challenged.  But my cousin and his band of merry gentlemen are all mentally challenged, but they worked hard just the same.  The able bodied ones who refuse to work are the ones that I have a problem with and maybe that`s where the fittest comes in.  I know there are people out there who can`t find work, but at least they`re looking.  honest people shouldn`t be punished but encouraged, but it seems like for every honest person, there has to be 5 dishonest ones who break the cycle, who put a strain on our economy and social well-being.  They are the ones who whine and whine until somehow, a few of them make it up to the top.  And when they get to the top, they want to horde their wealth and power, forgetting that they got there by stealing from the honest people who really wanted to help.

あけましておめでとうございます！

 

こにちはみなさん！　お元気ですか？　僕は元気です！

 

さ　２００６年　が　おわりました！　とても　たなしいがった！

 

anyway, have a good 2007

So what is everyone up to now?

 

Me? I`m going to stay in Okayama and be Korean.  yes, that`s right.  There`s no point trying to pretend I am anything but here.  No one believes me when I tell them who I am, not even when I throw my official documents in their face.

 

Take for example my trip to Osaka two days ago.  Me, going there to the Chinese Consulate General to get my visa into the country that I was born in, having the most difficult time in the world.  Why?  Here`s a bit of what went down:

 

Me: Hi, I`d like to get a visa into China to visit my relatives.

the man: Why do you want to go to China?
Me: I just told you, I want to see my relatives.

man: But you`re Canadian.

me: Yes, but I was born in China.  Here is my birth certificate.

Man: Ah, yes. I see.  But your passport is Canadian.

me: here is my immigration papers upon arrival in Canada.  Note the date I became a citizen and the date of my birth.  1980/1981.  I was barely conscious.

Man: But still, why did you change your name to an English one?  Why isn`t there Chinese in your immigration paper.

Me: I moved to Canada.  C A N A D A. Do you realize they don`t use Chinese as an official language there?

Man: Yes, but why?

Me: I don`t know.  Consult your history books.  I don`t think China took over Canada recently.

Man: Okay.  Okay.  It says here you also want to go to Hong Kong.  Why?

Me: well, it also says here that I want to go to Hong Kong for some shopping and travelling.  My relatives also live there.

Man: Why do you have Chinese relatives if you are Canadian?
Me: Because I was born in China.  My parents are Chinese.  Here are copies of my parents` Chinese passports.

Man: Ah, so your parents are Chinese, but you are not.

Me: Yes and no.  They are Canadian citizens now.  They were Chinese citizens.  now they are not.  But they lived there and fought for your communist government so yes, at some point, they were Chinese.

Man: But how come you don`t have a chinese name?

me: I do, it`s not on my Canadian passport though because they don`t write Chinese in Canada.

Man: But why do you have a Chinese name then?

Me: Because I was bornin China.

Man: then why are you holding a Canadian passport?

 

and repeat about 20 times...

 

Anyway, I`ll get my visa i nHong Kong.

 

I`m Korean so I`m going to just fuck off and die.

For Christmas, I think I`ll buy myself a DSLR so I`ll be able to carry a million cameras with me.  I am a little tired of carrying film around so I might as well make the switch.  They are cheap in Japan.  So that`s what I`ll do. 

 

For for the rest of you, I guess I`ll just send a prayer or something similar your way.  I`ll sacrfice a cow or eat a steak, which might be a little easier to do when I think about it.  Maybe burn some incense and recite poetry and sing christmas carols.  Sorry, but antying I send now will be late.  I must`ve missed the idea of Christmas here.  I think it`s probably because I`m kinda stuck alone in a foreign land.  Last Christmas was easier to forget because I was a newbie to Japan, but I guess I should`ve thought of that.

 

Nikon or Canon?  Hmmm....

 

 

I`m wearing knee high socks.  I went to take the Japanese proficiency exam on Sunday and it was pretty easy so I hope I pass it.  I think I was overconfident though, but I know, I know more Japanese than the exam granted me.  But then again, it was level 4, which is the lowest level.  But the fact that I worked my way up to have enough knowledge and understanding of the language to even consider taking an exam is good enough for me.  It just showed me that I was capable of absorbing a language by being exposed to it.  Maybe me brain is capable of "osmosis".  Or maybe my brain is still very childish and I can just absorb information and make new connections.  True, this would make me have a childish personality and most adults my age would think I was a quirk/queer/random jumble of crap, but then again, my life is full and they may only think that cuz they`ve grown up.  I am incapable of maturing.  This is awesome.

 

Other than that, I went mountain biking on real hills this past weekend twice.  It was also amazing because I got to see a lot of trails and my bike is weak from being beaten up on some of these normal rides.  SFU is much harder, but because I haven`t been up on a hill for a while, even the simplest downhill section was difficult for me.  Then I went dirt jumping, which was also fun.  Hahahaha, I had a great weekend.  You guys suck.

 

 

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