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2008.6.07 - Kyocera Dome Osaka
2008.6.08 - Kyocera Dome Osaka
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I think I just saw god...twice.
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[31 May 2008|09:46pm] |
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Lupe Fiasco - Superstar Feat. Matthew Santos (Clean) |
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the first week finally over. i have to say, 6 hours straight of remedial japanese is like to equivalent of shooting myself in the foot, repeatedly...for 6 hours...oh and let's not forget the rubbing alcohol. wouldn't want it to get infected. homework is killer. i'm basically doing work for both the japanese program and the american program at the same time.
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right, so the bright side to all this is that it's helping with my communication with my host family. brushing out those skills i learned all the way back from fall semester. my host mother, the sweet lady that she is, feels terrible for not being able to speak english as well as she feels she needs to. she had only started english classes two weeks before i came. but with my japanese getting better, i don't think she feels as bad. i'm pretty sure that first night scared her, a 11 hour flight without sleeping for the last 24+ hours doesn't do well for speaking a language your haven't studied for a good month. we're but trying, that's all that matters i think.
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and now for the memorable moment of the week. now christened the "lunch from hell". just thinking about it sending shivers and the distinct urge to pour hot miso on the closest wannabe toast and his other freakishly identical not-so-toasty friends. there are two lunch rooms in the university. one is above the bookstore, which we now know is populated by the "starers". the other is a floor below the global center.
on the first day, when lunch time finally rolled around, we unsuspectingly decide on the first of the two lunch rooms. bad mistake #1. as we go in, we see that it's a little crowded, but think nothing of it, we're "sure" we'll find a seat somewhere... deciding on what to eat, majority of us chose katsu, which happened to be non-bento variety. bad mistake #2-4. after paying we went to go sit down... or at least tried. for a good 10 minutes. after rounding the lunch room for the second time, finding that all seat were taken or marked as someone else's territory by a book bag and that NO ONE was leaving (choosing the stay in their seat with empty plate and all to just see what we might do next), we're beginning to feel like fish in a bowl a little more than we'd like. the urge to scream "what the hell are you looking at?!", whether we'd understand or not, is starting to seem all to appealing. we finally decide the say 'fuck it' and take the trays outside, whether we're allowed to do this or not is something we're far from caring about at this point. we leave as the stares follow us right out the door.
i have to say, that i'm a bit in awe on how similar this is to those stereotypical high school scenes you see in movies. but i've also never been more disappointed in such a large group of people in my life. the fact that this is college, not high school, just makes it more ridiculous and down right sad.
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at least i know i have a new-found respect for fishes.
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[24 May 2008|08:55pm] |
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okay, so it raining. and humid. i'm not quite sure what i expected, but i know it wasn't my hair puffy up to the size of a beach ball. my white genes are laughing and very well could be pointing a finger or two, can you hear? we had to go straight to the university after we arrived to meet our host families... so much for a breather and that final frantic scan threw your japanese-english dictionary (if you remembered to bring one). how do you say "hello" again?
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my host mother doesn't speak english... at all. but the my host sisters do. kayo, the one with the german husband, speaking english extremely well. but she's only here thrusday to saturday for her second job. i haven't meet the other sister, she off on a tennis retreat and won't be back until monday. for the record, i don't even know how to say, "how's the weather?"
we'll see how this turns out. now excuse me while i shake off the urge to run screaming for my mommy and a hot bowl of good ol' spaghetti o's, tiny chopped up hot dogs included.
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[23 May 2008|12:40am] |
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Men At Work - I Come From A Land Down Under |
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i'm leaving for japan today. my family won't be there to see me off, but it's just as well. i'm only leaving for a month and if i could not have my eyes swollen for the next 3 hours, yeah that would be cool. but then again, i am flying half way around the world, no exaggerations. it's a 13 hour difference. but it's only a month. how many times have i said that already? so i'm nervous. if you couldn't tell already. this is the first time i've been out of the states. i think that’s reason enough. but enough with the anxiousness. I'M GOING TO JAPAN! now say that three times while clicking your red sparkly shoes and we should be there in a jiffy.
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[16 May 2008|08:52pm] |
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All Time Low - Dear Mariah Count Me In |
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some thing i've always wanted:
a soundtrack to my life. like how music play for a certain type of situation or person a movie.
it would be fun, interesting. make life more interesting. makes you wonder what your theme song would be.
i've decided that Darth Vader's entrance song would play whenever someone i dread is about the "enter the scene."
just something as small as that would take the edge of a situation, i think. make everything more tolerable because, really, could you still sit there with a straight face if u could hear "da-da-daa-da-DA-daa-da-DA-daa" played to the timing of your boyfriend's steps and he comes stomping in, asking where your were last night.
not that i have a boyfriend at the moment...this would be a good time for "when a man loves a woman" to play as i have a montage of me and my crush doing sickeningly sweet thing together.
and it wouldn't have to be heard by everyone, just me, but not exactly in my head (i say that too often lately..). more kinda like stereo surround sound for myself and maybe anyone else i chose to hear it. because i don't think an angry boyfriend would appreciate the Vader-esk connotation as much i would.
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[05 Apr 2008|03:50pm] |
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Madonna - 4 Minutes |
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was too busy wondering if i was dying to write about this yesterday. got sick..somehow. don't kno. maybe it was that night trip the grocery store in 45 degree weather with semi-wet hair (had just taken a shower). but that took all of ten minutes, mostly spent inside something, my car, the store, my apt so it still a mystery. also a mystery is the number of cough drops i've consumed. can't OD on those, right?? cough syrup tastes like complete shite. i swear i had no taste buds back when i was a kid, i don't remember it tasting that bad. (i have the same impression on McD's food now too). i shiver at what i could have eaten back then. eventually switched to pills that knocked me out for almost the whole day. woke up only to pop more pills. nyquil yumm. could barely speak. my voice was squeaking worst than the most pubescent-filled pre-teen on the planet. i have a new sympathy for them. everything else was barely above a whisper.
woke up today feeling better. thank god for small victories. the mini hibernation did it's job. my throat isn't as bad now, but it's like i've traded that for a nose that likes to get stuffed up at the most inconvenient times, like when i try to breath. stuck playing sudoku and watching tv all day.
being sick is stupid. being sick during spring is down right evil.
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[03 Apr 2008|10:50am] |
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Rain - Any Dream (korean version) |
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awesome poem from english today. reminds me of the philippines...
Problems with Hurricanes
A campesino looked at the air
And told me:
With hurricanes it's not the wind
or the water.
I'll tell you he said:
it's the mangoes, avocados
Green plantains and bananas
flying into town like projectiles.
How would your family
feel if they had to tell
The generations that you
got killed by a flying
Banana.
Death by drowning has honor
If the wind picked you up
and slammed you
Against a mountain boulder
This would not carry shame
But
to suffer a mango smashing
Your skull
or a plantain hitting your
Temple at 70 miles per hour
is the ultimate disgrace.
The campesino takes off his hat-
As a sign of respect
towards the fury of the wind
And says:
Don't worry about the noise
Don't worry about the water
Don't worry about the wind-
If you are going out
beware of mangoes
And all such beautiful
sweet things.
by Victor Hernandez Cruz
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[31 Mar 2008|08:48pm] |
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Britney Spears - Break the Ice |
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i have found out that it's official. i get my plane ticket in may. i can't stop smiling...or bouncing for that matter. i've almost spilled my Doctor P three times already. they want their money pretty quick tho. wanted the first installment in less than a week after the e-mail was sent out, but whatever. i'm keeping my spot dammit, so there.
....I'M GOING! my god, i can't believe it. i'll be on the other side of the world come may. maybe i'll try to dig a tunnel. or find some long lost ancestor because the japanese did invade the philippines and those soldiers had to have been lonely at some point. just kidding, not really. haha!
no seriously, i hope it goes okay. this is kind of like my one judgment on if i really want to work there, as in live there or just do business here. its intimidating to put it nicely. even though i'm also past the intermediate level of the language i can still barely hold a full conversation with someone. i keep wondering if i sound like a two-year-old just learning how to talk. i sure as hell still write like one. i wonder if they'll be about the tell that i'm a foreigner if i keep my mouth shut. just bow alot and don't forget to keep your head down.
i know it will be fun tho. i can taste the homemade miso now. tea ceremonies, field trips to tokyo, the works. this'll leave a mark i can already tell.
the flight's a 19 hour stint of being permanently situated in one position inside a tin can. we have one connector flight tho. you'd think by now, flight time should have been cut down drastically. if your able to have a cell phone the size of your thumb, then i should be able to teleport where ever i want, when ever i want...just out of principle of course.
let's cross our finger and hope that i'll get a good roommate and a nice host family. and maybe see a concert or two while i'm there.
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[30 Mar 2008|05:02pm] |
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Queen - Under Pressure (ft. David Bowie) |
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sending brain waves into my parent's minds telling them Scotland is a perfect place to retire....
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[22 Mar 2008|10:23am] |
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Gabe Bondoc - Temporary |
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starting today, that picture in the distance seems to have gotten just a little bit clear.
sharper
just the fact that i can see it gives a surging sensation of relief.
cooling the mind, snuffing out the heated itch of anxiety,
something to work to
a goal.
no more second guessing, or at least not as often
dreams will come easier now, one less thing to strangle my bedsheets with.
the lethargic satisfaction of knowing what your doing,
or at least having a plan.
the light may have been flicked on without warning
and even as i blink back the immediate blindness
i can make out that blurred vision of what's to come.
it takes a new breath everyday.
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