Thursday, November 25, 2004

Amendment and Plus

Please, allow me to amend information that was posted in a previous blog as I'm too lazy to go back and actually change that one. Well, that, and none of you read backlogs anyway. Re: Takurou... he's never been paralyzed. He *works* with people who have been paralyzed and the like. He works with people with special needs. I've known that since the 2nd time we got together, but I hadn't fixed it... and he read the page and commented... so I figure I should set things straight.

Nothing too special to report. Went to karaoke with my Japanese branch manager on Wednesday night. She's *really* good at hitting high notes.

Further, Takurou's been coming around and we've been talking. He sang for me one of his demo songs last night. He thought of the concept, but a semi-professional lyricist in Osaka wrote the lyrics. It's sort of a dedication to those people who've passed away. Twas quite good.

On a further note, I do believe he has taken a liking to me. Well, not I believe, but I'm sure of it since he actually told me. Again with the "unbelievable" sentiment that a Japanese person would go so far as to admit his feelings like that! And of course, I've been very straight with him-- that I enjoy his company and that he's my friend. Though, I must admit that it is flattering... I asked him why he liked me and the translated answer is: "I like your kindness, your warmth, the way you think and the way you see things. It also makes me happy that you can listen to me and take me seriously. I think you're a suteki person." I apologize for the use of suteki, but it's a difficult word to translate. I told this to Mina [*waves at Mina*] and her reaction was that those are exactly the same things that she likes about me... she just has never fallen *in* love with me. ^_^ And Onion said that there's something about my personality that makes people open up to me completely [he claims that people can sense that I have a connection with things that other people can never hope to see] and anyway, that it's only a short jump from opening oneself up to being in love. I don't know.

Anyway, that's all that's been happening on this end. Today's Thanksgiving in America... Japan doesn't celebrate... but Happy Turkey Day all.. actually, it's a little sad to call it Turkey day, no? Since my guess is that turkeys prolly aren't very happy at all on Thanksgiving. Perhaps Happy Food Day! Sad Turkey Day! Bye all.

Monday, November 22, 2004

Never ends.

So I havent had a break in 10 days. I have to work a total of 12, so 2 more to go. Remind me never to do shift swaps with anyone if it means working for 12 days straight @ Nova. Granted, I was supposed to have scored two 4-day weekends via my 12 days of suffering...I only got 1. Poo. Seriously, I'm going crazy... and teaching kids everyday isn't helping my disposition.

I taught one kid who, no matter what you say to him, his reply is "unchi," meaning POO. So, the routine, you give them a crayon and say "Here you are." They reply "Thank you" and you say "You're welcome." But with him, it's "Here you are".. "UNCHI"... "You're welcome."

Then there's Naoya.. the little shit. He's much like Crayon Shinchan. Smart kid, but likes to pinch his weenie and he pulled down his pants at me today. He's 5. *Le sigh* No kids... noooo moooooooore!

Anyway, went out with Takurou on Saturday night. Went and got Thai food at a new Thai restaurant that opened up called "Bangkok" or something like that. It was decent food but they gave almost NOTHING. That's not Thai. We talked a lot about various things... went for a drive for a long time. He took me to see the ocean. I hadn't been yet... and even though it was fucking cold and night time, it was beautiful. I love the lights reflecting off dark water. And we continued to drive around and talked about where we go after we die and our dreams and how I don't really have any anymore-- and so more important for me, is to help other people's come true. We talked about what we wanted to accomplish most and whether we wanted to be rich and whether I would still have the child if I were to find out during the pregnancy that the child would be handicapped in some way and you know, what most of you have talked with me about before. A difficult task, as you can imagine, all with my level of Japanese.

At the end of the night, he hugged me. Which is a BIG DEAL since Japanese people do NOT hug. It's so natural for me to hug my friends... so I told him that he actually felt like a friend from home... I can talk to him about deep stuff [we also talked about farts and such, so it's like talking to ANYONE from home] and he hugs! Seriously, it was the best time I'd had since coming to Kanazawa.

Went to CJ's [Mexican food bar] last night to celebrate Mai's 25th birthday. Mai is one of the Japanese staff. It was nice. Afterward, we went to karaoke for 3 hours. Some random white people got picked up along the way and Nandor, one of them, I think was trying to flirt with me. He kept poking me and smacking me with his hat... how immature can we be? Granted I fought BACK since I'm not going to let random poking be gotten away with... but I was like dood.

Anyway, to end things, here are 2 quotes from the Engrish bank and a picture of Takurou.

Student: "Do you know fu?"
Me: "Do I know who?"
Student: "Fu. Do you know?"
Me: "Who who?"
Student: "You know, fu. You put in miso soup."
Me: "What? Who do you put in miso soup?"
Student: "Yes."
Me: "What??"
Student: "You put fu in the soup and it go big."
[Ok, it took me a really long time to figure out fu is the name of a Japanese food... the puffy tasteless thing that you put in miso soup that starts off dried and expands when added to the soup. Dammit...]

"I heard your name under the ground."
[Meaning they told me your name in the downstairs office, but I've forgotten.]

And Kuwamura Takurou, Fish Maniac

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Trapped and More Engrish

Today, I got trapped. Where? In the bathroom in my apartment. Why? Because the wind blew down my full length mirror which wedged itself between the outward opening bathroom door and the wall. The bathroom has no other ways out other than that door. I was already later than usual in getting ready for work... and while I was taking a shower, I heard a huge thunk. I dried off, tried to open the door and I was like FUCK...

Anyway, after tearing my bathroom apart... which is difficult because, except for my little toiletries, everything's one smooth piece of plastic [the walls, floor and tub are all one piece]... I tore apart a small plastic and metal shelf with legs and put all my weight against the door. I could see the edge of the mirror. I stuck the piece of metal out through the centimeter wide opening, and managed to lift the mirror's edge just enough to allow me to open the door enough to stick my hand through. I was stuck for near 15 minutes... and if the mirror had fallen just a little more to the left, I would have been stuck there for some time. Didn't have my phone. No one comes to visit me. I would've been fucked. *SIGH*

OH, and here's more Engrish from today's lessons.

I came out of my orfice.
[Ah, yes, she meant OFFICE.]

I am a retard.
[I tried soooo many times to get her to remember "I am retired." But alas, she kept saying retard. I hope she doesn't ever say that to a foreigner.]

We can use dog as secretary.
[He meant SECURITY... heh.]

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Engrish

On a side note, before I forget... here are a few things that students have said that are a little off color or plainly, just bad Engrish. ^_^

"I could never live with someone I couldn't copulate with."
[read copulate as COOPERATE]

"I like penis butter."
[try PEANUT BUTTER]

"2 years ago, I got hit by a car. Until this day, my leg is still hung over."
[uh... her leg still hurts]

Teacher: "Do you work with your hands?"
Student: "Eh? Hand job?"

"You look beautiful today, but you need to change your stockings."
[How to politely tell your boss she has a run in her stockings.]

"Suddenly, a bus came out from my behind."
[Ouch. A bus came at him from behind.]

"I cunt."
[What happens when a Japanese person learns from Aussies/Brits/Kiwis. A mispronunciation of the word CAN'T]

"Will you get off with me?"
[Will you give me some time off?]

Student: "I had a very bad stomachache."
Teacher: "Why?"
Student: "Because I touched a turtle."
[This one is hilarious,but I think you had to have been there for this to make any sense.]

Shimensoka Live

Hey all. Went to see Shimensoka's oldies live today at Boz Cafe in Uchinada. I'll post blurry pictures once they're developed. It was alright, actually. The music itself was quite good and Shin-san did a good job with the lyric pronunciation for the most part. He had a hard time with Long Train Runnin', Jailhouse Rock, and Rockin' Around the Clock. The others he pulled off with no real problems.

Nozomi was nice enough to take me and introduced me to her friends, Tama and Ayako.

I am actually worried about my relationship with Shimensoka. I wonder, now that their English live is over, will they still contact me just to hang and what not? Shin said that he'd contact me if there were any other concerts and stuff... and Sanada... [did I type Sonada in the last one? If I did, it's SANADA] seems really cool... but perhaps this was for a limited time only, if you know what I mean. Yousuke's cool too, but he and I haven't really communicated much at all. Shimensoka also has a drummer, to whom I wasn't really introduced, so yeah. Hopefully, they'll remain my friends since I enjoy their company.

I've also been trying to make friends with a girl named Yuki. She's a cutie who works down the street from my apartment... although, on the day we were supposed to hang out, she was conveniently sick. I went to visit her today before getting picked up for the concert, and it was fun... but let's see whether we actually hang out/talk more than just at her work place.

Ah, the quest for friends continues. What Japanese people do I have on my list of friends for sure? And I mean *for sure*??? Kazuo-san. Everyone else, we'll see, I suppose.

Friday, November 12, 2004

Cuddlies and Oldies

Rae is vunderful! She sent me happy Xmas cuddlies in the mail. I will name them Pengy and Snowy. Hmmm... I love you, Rae!



Met the basist and guitarist for Shimensoka today. Sonada and Yousuke, respectively. Both are rather otokomae, as Shinnosuke kept saying. Yousuke also sings the harmony for the band, it seems. I helped them more with their English pronunciation for their upcoming live in Uchinada on Sunday. Actually, with the help of Shin's friend, Nozomi, I'm going to go watch. After the English lesson, I went to Kento's with them to watch an oldies performance. Seriously, if I didn't already KNOW the words, I wouldn't even know they were singing an English song.

And! Japanese people can't dance. I'm so embarrassed on their behalf. I spent half the night laughing about "Japanese" dancing. It's all set parapara movements. Seriously, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down in Japan. Same thing goes for the dancing nail, so it seems.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Pics and Pho

I've added a few pics to the Freezeframe section of my page. The pics, I warn you, are blurry because they are pics of pics. The originals are actually quite nice. Sorry about that. Anyway...

Yesterday, went with Kazuo-san to eat Pho at Mot-mot. It's a little Vietnamese pho shop that makes its own fresh pho. A friend of ours, Phuc-san, is the pho-making master. And!! The place is nearby, so if I have a craving... I can head on down and enjoy a nice nummy bowl of pho for the low cost of 500 yen!

Also met the owner/editior of a free mag called Kanazawa Jikan. Kazuo-san is still trying to hook me up with as many people as he can that he thinks will eventually give me a chance at something more. So... he introduced me to Takayanagi-san [the owner/editor dood] who, himself, has many connections into the masskomi industry... and also to Takakura-san, who is some kind of PR person, I think, at Ishikawa Television. I also have connections to Miyoko-san who, as I mentioned before, is a manager of sorts at Ishikawa Television. Shinnosuke, the singer for Shimensoka, also may have a connection to FM Ishikawa/Hello 5. Ooooh, the connections are slllllooooooooowwwwlllly being made. Now if only they would GET me somewhere!

Oh, and I had my off probation observation the other day. I did fine and dandy. I don't get my first full off-probe paycheck, though, till mid January... and by that time, I hope to have moved on anyway. Hmmm... I guess we'll see.

Now for a picture. Taken 2 days ago... Just me.




Sunday, November 07, 2004

Jazz-singer and Connections for YOSHI

Last night, I went to dinner and karaoke with Takuro... a 21 year old, professionally trained Jazz singer. An interesting and weird guy, actually. Quite nice. We had a good time.

Apparently, when he was younger, he fell and twisted his neck and was paralyzed for some time. It was quite a struggle, as one can imagine, but he's fine now. Can walk and all just fine. He works at a music store and goes to night college classes to study Economics. But his dream, I think, is to go to Tokyo and pursue his singing. Already, he goes once a month or so, to Tokyo... his first break, other than singing in lounges and such things, is being the voice that sings out of a certain set of PACHINKO machines. I guess when the person is winning... his voice comes out... or something. Really quite interesting.

But!! At the moment, he can't go off to Tokyo... why? Because 2 years ago, his father died... and he has an 11-year-old sister who needs him. *sigh* Harsh, huh?

He is also quite weird though. We spent a lot of time talking about rare fish and rare pets. He used to work at a pet store and is now a self-proclaimed FISH MANIAC! What the hell??

We went to karaoke and I was ssooooo impressed. He kept calling himself an old man... the reason being that he has an "old man's voice" as he called it. Basically, when he sings, he doesn't sound like a 21 year old... his voice is incredibly mature.. and he can do a great impression of Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World. Scratchy voice and all.

Well, anyway.... that was the Jazz singer part. Now, connections for YOSHI [I doubt he reads this, though]. Yoshi wants to be a big time music artist in Japan. People might find this to be a bit ridiculous... and I must say, it's a tall order... but TAKURO... rocks. We talked about Yoshi's dream and he said that he knew quite a number of music producers who'd be willing to give Yoshi's stuff a listen if he'd be so kind as to provide them with a demo CD. Ooooh... *sparkly eyes.* Perhaps it's a SIGN!?! Ok, happy. GOnna go make spam musubi for lunch.

Bye

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Internet. Changes. Visits. Attacks. Racism. Halloween. Friends. Requests.

Internet. Changes. Visits. Attacks. Racism. Halloween. Friends. Requests. Pretty much in that order.

Internet. I got it. About freakin' time!? I signed up for YahooBB, oh, about a month ago. And after much yelling at the YahooBB people, they came yesterday and dropped off a box containing a modem and some papers. I.e. after all that shit, all they had to do was give me the modem and then leave it up to me to install the bloody thing myself! Wtf, mate?! Anyway, I set it up and of course it didn't work... but whatever, it works now. Internet. I have it. Which means updates will be more often and those of you who write to me will actually get responses. Nice. Btw, Japan now has Hikari... internet that runs at 1gig/sec. I don't have that. I can't afford it. But DAMN! Ok. Hyperventilation over.

Changes. At the request of Sir Michael [who has requested to be called Michael-sama, not knowing that I only call Yoshi-sama, sama] I have changed the music. I suppose Modest Mouse was getting a bit old. I've changed it to Garrison Star's Superhero. Yes, it's not Japanese music... but, I don't know, it's something that says something that those of you who read this will actually understand. Slightly altered the contact page... and will be altering it again shortly to make way for the addition of a home line.

Visits. John, that kid I met at orientation, came to visit during the last week of October. Undecided as to whether I want to publish my true opinion of that whole ordeal. Let's just say that some people have Hawaii in them and some don't. It doesn't matter if you're born there or if you have family there... it's whether or not in your heart, you are from Hawaii. And... somehow, his visit taught me that I truly love people who are from Hawaii and are truly local. I think about Aileen, and Stacey [who, despite all her bitchin' about being haole in Hawaii and local on the mainlaind is local, g'dammit!], and Lyndsey, and Janelle all my lovely Hawaii mohos.. there really is a difference in the kind of people that Hawaii breeds. Oh, that sounds odd. Anyway, he came. We went to Kenrokuen and Ninjadera. i.e. park and temple. Ninjadera was quite cool. Buddhist shrine of the Nichiren sect that has all these hidden passageways and staircases... secret tunnels to the castle... even a room for SUICIDE in case there was no other way to escape. Wow... I want a house like that!

Attacks. First day of John's visit [Tues. 26 October 04] we went to the Curry House Coco Ichibanya that's behind Mza [for those of you who know Kanazawa]. Walked in. There's a high school kid, maybe 15, in his uniform, eating alone... as well as some older men further down the row. We take a seat at the counter, 2 seats down from kid. We order. We speak in English. And at one point, I feel the energy change behind me... I turn around and I notice the kid staring at us. I comment "hey, that kid's giving off weird vibes." 5 minutes later, he punches me in the ribs!!! My initial reaction was "I should slam this kid's head into the counter, what the fuck!??!" I count back from 10 while, quite delayed, John gets up and flies the boy across the counter, knocking over a pitcher of water in the process, and yelling in typical American style, "what the fuck are you doing, you little mother fucker?!" and variations of the sort. I pull him back and say to let it go. It's not worth deportation. None of the customers looked up. A staff member runs over to me, asking if I need medical assistance. No. Then they move us down, oh, 4 seats more... let both parties finish eating. As the boy gets up to pay, they ask him in hushed tones why he did it. His answer? Simply, "I don't know." They let him go. We get up to leave. They apoligize and then give us the bill. Dammit, Japan sucks. Needless to say, the boy's true reasons behind the spontaneous attack are unknown, but I suspect it has much to do with John's and my Asian persuasion and the blatent usage of English as our main language.

Racism. Friday, October 29. Drop John off at the station. In the bike lot, trying to fetch my bike so I can head over to that really cool antique store across from Daiei [where I purchased a Buddha and was given a book of calligraphy, later]... and an old, 70 maybe 80 something year old man heads me off in front of my bike and says "you were speaking English earlier, yah?" and then proceeds for 20 minutes to tell me the evils of Americans and the disgrace of international music and how I'm like a DOG because I'm mixed races, just like a dog is mixed breeds and blah blah blah...

Halloween. Went to APRE-- a gaijin bar-- alone. Dressed in my little black punk dress. Danced around. Made a friend with a girl named Shiori. A very unflattering picture of me can be found on the APRE blog, as Elvis, the bartender, was quite taken by my dress-wearing self. http://www.apre.blogger.com.br/ Look at the November 4th entry. I was later propositioned by a fairly good looking Brazilian boy named Hector who apparently models in Brazil. I was later followed around by a rather portly Indian guy whose name I didn't catch.

Friends. Still working on this department. Went out recently with a guy named Shinnosuke. A 35 year old lead singer of a Japanese rock/pop cover band called Shimensoka which means "Enemies on all sides." He was cool. We karaoked and dinnered and whatever. Apparently he knows a Kanazawa Gackt AND Hyde lookalike. I still have my 36 year old friend, Kazuo, who is trying to start his own company. And I'm still working on stuff. I've gone to see a movie with this guy, Daimaru, who I must say bothered me a bit. He won't go away. He's old. Like 50 something plus maybe and he just gives me the sheistiest vibes. We saw the movie Lovers, which apparently in AMerica is called House of Flying Daggers. IT's the new martial arts movie starring Zhang Ziyi and Kaneshiro Takeshi. Good movie. And I went bowling and to see Secret Window with a girl name Kaori and her Mexican bf and HIS friends. That was kinda neat. Tomorrow I have plans to go to coffee with a professionally trained Jazz singer boy person named Takurou. I'll let you all know how that goes.

Requests. Mail! Something to cuddle with! Pictures! Love!