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Thursday, December 19, 2002
UUUUWEEEEEEEE! It is officially Winter break! Time to go out all night and then wake up at 4 everyday! Okay, maybe not, but I am so relieved I get a break, however short it may be. Yes, for those of you working, you don`t have a break, but I`m still a student so I`m going to enjoy the perks that comes along with being a student, tat tat!
Last Friday was CRAZY. And I don`t necessarily mean that in a good way. Well, it was really fun, but one of my friends, Brent, drank way too much. Well, just like he always does, Brent brought his own bottle of liquor to the bar. But he termed this bottle the `scud missle` cuz the bottle was the shape of a Grey Goose bottle, but twice the size in both length and diameter... And yes, before we left the bar, we ended up finishing the bottle, although Brent takes the credit for drinking most of it. It was after he took his last sip when he forgot everything thereafter.
It was 9:15 and we all had to leave to meet some other friends. I was trying to get another friend`s (Taku) attention, but Taku didn`t hear me. So what does Brent do? He takes out his bb-gun and straight gats Taku in the chest! Brent doesn`t even recollect taking the gun out... hahah! So we leave the bar and end up at Shibuya (as always). We enter Sugar High Club and we`re all drinking, having a good time. Thirty minutes later, Brent said he needed to go to the bathroom located five meters away from him, but he ends up going downstairs. We all think maybe the bathroom is occupied so he went down to find another, but the bathroom was vacant. So all of us, knowing Brent was kinda tow up, rushed downstairs to look for him, but to no avail. He was already gone. And he stayed that way... for the next four hours. We called him every half hour, but his phone didn`t have reception until around 3:00.
Taku ended up contacting Brent and met him at Yoshinoya. What`s funny is that Brent remembers being in the first bar, and the next thing he knows, he`s eating a beef bowl. What`s even more funny was that he was found wearing a white jacket, the kind that people at sushi restaurants wear. The jacket was dirty and Brent`s knee was hurting. We still have no idea what happened. All I know is that in the club while he was MIA, people were getting crazy because they were taking advantage of the all you can drink special til 4 in the morning.
Well, tonight there`s another all you can drink soiree. There`s a 90 minute time limit this time, but it`s only $13 bucks per head with food included! Man, you know we gonna get crunk fast. Aight, tuck me in to bed baby and turn the lights off on your way out.
Thursday, December 12, 2002
What up- I`m back on track to attack this pack of space used for longevity and other modes of expressivity. Making words stand the test of time, as readers unwind this twine of digital reinvention. Let the letters on your screen coalesce to profess thoughts I mean to confess. Let your eyes digest the words like how Chinese eat birds at Dim Sum. Soon you will see that poetically this piece is nothing more than illiteracy... at it`s finest.
It snowed in Japan about three days ago cloaking the land with a blanket of white snow. This weather is pretty strange too for this time of month. I heard it hasn`t snowed this hard in thirty years. Sadly though, just like how you forget to put in gas in your car, the snow stopped abruptly and soon the normacy of an average winter day became apparent once again.
I met this one older woman recently. Man, they all look young here... Okay so maybe this one looked a little older, but anyway, I found out that she used to be a model. And then finally when the time came for me to disclose my age, I actually lied. This is the first time I felt compelled to lie about my age... Maybe I felt pressured to try to close the gap so that she would think of me as someone on her level and not try to look around for my parents. But ma was cool and the conversation progressed pretty smoothly. The next day my friend`s brother threw a party for his company, which is an investment bank firm. Shoot, I felt out of place when I went there, not just because my friends and I were the youngest ones there, but because I wasn`t able to see. There was too much bling blinding my eyes. The highlight of the night was when one of my friends, Bobby, tried to spit some game to a model from Romania, and the only thing she asked him was `How Old Are You?` to which Bobby unashamedly replied `23.` The model responded by just turning back around to where she was before Bobby went up to her! Dang, you swear Romania won the gold for gymastics! Okay, maybe they did, but dayamn did we feel the coldness of winter at that party. Anyway, just like how Lorena Bobbit really wanted her Oscar Mayer, that`s how much we wanted to get out. So we exited and left for Roppongi where winter wasn`t as cold.
Friday is supposed to be a day where you pay 3000 en, equivalent to 27 bucks and you get entrance to the club, plus all you can drink. Not too bad if you ask me. We`ll see what the fine print says when we get there. See you on the next train.
Monday, November 25, 2002
Okay, my body is seriously hurtin... This past weekend was waaaaaaaaay too crazy for my body to handle. On Friday, a group of us went to Roppongi to hit up Garden, but before that we had to visit some bars cuz of the happy hour. Summary: Too much liquor for even a Russian. My Wish: I wanted to yack so bad that night *** Reality: I tried to throw up but even with a finger entrenched down my throat, I couldn`t. My stomach had that great `I`m Gonna Git You Sucka` feel to it.
On Saturday, I thought I would be at home recovering, but Brent called me up and wanted to club again in Shibuya. Now I am down to party but partying in Japan always wears me out because the earliest I can come home is about 7 if I take the train. So after countless hours of peer pressure and coaxing,( or coercing ) I decided to go with Brent, popping two tabs of Tylenol Cold and Flu that my homegirl from Diego, Lan, recently sent. (You know I`m not going to forget these kind acts girl =D) Taking the cold medication was going to be my excuse for not drinking that night, but when Brent heard this line of reasoning, he was even more insistent on me drinking. Now, I love Brent, but he has the worst case of weekend alcoholism out of anyone I have met in my life. But I ended up having a blast, got home at 7, and sadly woke up at 11 to get ready for a nearby festival at my friend`s college. Right when Brent woke up, he decided to drink his breakfast, and went to buy himself some liquor.... And of course he didn`t want to eat alone. =I So we go to the festival, and I must say that Keio University knows how to throw a party. They had this one showcase where this one hip hop crew danced for two and a half hours straight. Now these were an amateur crew of 25, not a professional troupe, so that is mad impressive. Ed, if you were here, you would have wanted to go up on stage and show off your `I am Mr. Hip Hop` skillz. =D I saw everything from the brooklyn boogie to liquid to urban groove swing executed like a P Diddy concert. And of course during the whole time, Brent was constantly reminding me to not let my beer evaporate. Man... Today my body was punishing me. I just wanna chill and sleep for the next week straight. And I also want to give my liver a sabattical leave.
Saturday, November 16, 2002
Yo, some funny stuff happened this week. First, I`m chilling at Shunjuku, waiting for my homey Chris to roll up so we could go see a local festival when he comes up with a stray dog. No, I don`t mean a real dog, but a Japanese middle-aged man who appeared drunk but surprisingly didn`t smell of alcohol. The whole time we couldn`t get him off our back. He bought Chris a beer and asked us if we had money. We were like no, we`re students so we`re broke as a joke, but Stray kept insisting that we kick it with him. So Chris and I start to walk away, but Stray started to follow us like a shadow in the summertime. Now the thought of pounding this guy did come up once or twice in our minds as we were trying to lose him, but because Stray bought Chris a drink, it would have be kinda sad. So instead Chris and I pretended to wait for the light to change at an intersection when instead we ran across right before a new stream of cars came. It was so funny because you could hear Stray yelling `FUKE YOU! FUKE YOU!!!` in what we admit was very well pronounced English.
Last night a circle payed for an all-you-can-drink dinner for me and some other friends. Oh HELLLLLZ NO! Buffet style drinks.. for F R EE? The night was over before it started. I didn`t yack but I did manage to stay buzzed for an amazingly long time. My other friend Ron, though, didn`t fare so well. He was supposed to crash at my pad, but then before I came back, I saw him rush to the subway stop. Today, he filled me in with the story. He ended up making the last train (Japan stops its train from 12:30 - 5:30a.m.) and was peacefully minding his own business when this Japanese guy started talking mad trash. Ron is usually a chill guy, but when you mix alcohol with straight Disrespect on the rocks, you are asking for something special. So Ron got up, grabbed the guy by his shirt and yelled `You wanna get crazy son? Ima kill you!` before a train employee intervened and booted Ron off the train. Now the next train wasn`t going to come until 5:30 so Ron decided to sleep in a telephone booth. But it`s mad cold in Japan right now and Ron`s jacket was on the train, so he ended up shivering like a dog with no fur and had to walk to a convenient store for warmth. This was only temporary because the workers were on to Ron... There`s only so much you can pretend to do at a convenient store. So later Ron went to a local Denny`s where he passed out until the first train came. Man, what a rough night for homey. All I know is that All-you-can drink joints should be illegal.
Monday, November 11, 2002
My house is finally complete! Finally my drawer chest came the other day, enabling me to sort and store my clothes in an organized fashion instead of the previous method of ramming as many clothes into any available space I could find. And talk about the convenience of the purchase! I was able to order the drawer by phone, had it delivered right to my door, and was told I could pay the bill at any local convenience store, which come a dime a dozen in Japan.
I also have been getting mad love from this one Chinese girl that I met on the Hakone trip. And by mad love, I mean I feel like she`s my sugar mama. She lives about an hour away by train so she sometimes crashes at my pad and since last week, I`ve been getting all kinds of things from her, ranging from simple domestic objects like pots, shelf organizers, blah blah blah, to more unnecessary articles like a zip down sweater and scarf. My friends have been warning me that she is trying to mark her territory like a dog that happily sprays on a bush, but I don`t think so. But even if she was, if that is how the game is played, play on mami!
Last Saturday was spent at a supposed hip hop club in Roppongi, but the reason why I adjectified (like my neologism?) the place like I did was because in reality, it really wasn`t hip hopish. It was more funk and 80s music. To make the night even worse, my eyes became really sore... no not from the people there, but because recently my eyes have become more and more sensitive - so sensitive that it makes me want to not wear contacts ever again. Hopefully it will be nothing more than something temporally related to the tenacious cold bug that insists on renting my body for another few days. In summary, the night ended with both my ears and eyes becoming sore. Next week I think I`m going to stick with the more consistent setting at Shibuya.
Well, gotta go to class. Break is over. Don`t forget to turn the lights off when you leave.
Sunday, November 03, 2002
When you think of the word Host, what image comes to mind? In Japan, the word means Male Escort. It entails the world of men dressed in trendy suits inviting women to contact them if they want company during dinner. When a woman contacts the host, the host recommends a restaurant and the night proceeds with overpriced dishes and drinks. The main objective for a host is to convince his customer to spend as much money per night as possible. The more cash that gets spent means the more commission the host receives. Who would think any woman in her right mind would use such a service? Most women want to be wined and dined, not TO wine and dine.
Ironically however, a fair share of women employ hosts. Supposedly, the typical Japanese male does not know how to treat a woman, according to the European and American standard. That`s why some Japanese women are willing to pay others to receive this kind of special treatment. In some instances, a woman will come to enjoy the companionship of her host so much that she will actually buy her man clothes, cars, and even houses! Good LO!
To make things even more interesting, hostesses usually end up employing hosts as well! Hostesses are the female counterparts of hosts and have the same job description, but they too are normal women. Since the hostesses know most Japanese men do not know how to treat women in the chivalrous sense, they end up visiting the hosts to be treated in that special `princess` way! When I first heard this, I couldn`t believe it. It`s equivalent to female strippers stripping so that they could afford to pay for lap dances from male strippers! A lot of female strippers in the States do their job to pay for rent, their education, or other bills. You don`t see these strippers doing their job just so that they could afford to visit male strip clubs! But however strange and twisted as it may seem, this scenario correctly encompasses the reason why some hostesses work.
Man, easy money, expensive gifts, even beautiful women! So many perks.... Josh T, if you are reading this and decide to quit dentistry, this is definitely your calling. =D
Monday, October 28, 2002
Man oh man am I exhausted. Charlie just went back today to the countryside, and I just finished classes. Here`s how the week went:
On Thursday, a gang of us foreign students went to visit Hakone, a peaceful and beautiful city located just past the outskirts of Tokyo. The first stop was the Kirin / Seagram alcohol factory. Oh OH! We got to tour the whole factory before reaching the spot otherwise known as the `Make Your Liver Happy Area.` Yes, a vast array of whiskey was waiting to be taken advantaged of right before our eyes. The whiskey ranged from the cheap college student status range to the more expensive investment banker range. Although they didn`t have all the liquor available, enough was there to make our stomachs warm at 11:00 in the morning. Next we stopped by a natural science musuem, and everybody had a pretty good time, many thanks to the earlier kirin factory stop. Then we arrived at our hotels and were able to do whatever we wanted, although everybody decided to relax in the public bathhouses, an experience one should go through before God tells you to slow down. The night was spent with strange liquid substances called b-e-e-r and v-o-d-k-a until the crack of dawn, when we had to get up to enjoy more culture.
On Friday night, I came back from the trip just in time to shower and rest a little before Charlie arrived. Oh wait, that`s what I wanted to do. I actually went drinking with the Koreans at a local bar ( DQ was there, but no drama this time ) before rushing two stops over to meet Charlie. We went back to my place so that I could shower up and left for the club around 12:00. Clubs in Japan don`t start to jump until this time anyway. We end up going to a club in Roppongi where half the people are dressed in costumes and all were pretty friendly. If only the music stayed with hip hop instead of reverting to trance and funk. Then Saturday night, Charlie and I met some other friends to visit a club in Shibuya called Harlem. The music was definitely up to par but what made the night interesting were the five Black Russians Charlie met and the seven Black Russians I bumped into. Man, 90% vodka, 10% Kahlua ( thanks for the introduction Tommy) sure do make one good looking couple. On the way home at 7 in the morn, Charlie and I fell asleep while on the train and missed our stop. It ended up coming around another half hour later. Thank god the tracks run in a cycle and don`t just go one way. Sunday night was spent recovering and later at an all you can eat ShabuShabu and Sukiyaki restaurant. I think I ate enough cows to start a farm that night and I crashed almost instantaneously when I got home. Overall, I had a blast with Charlie and I know the next time he comes, it`s gonna be even more crazy. All I can say is what did I tell you about Shibuya Charlie? =D
Tuesday, October 22, 2002
I finally moved into my new apartment this past weekend! It`s funny because in Japanese, my place is considered a mansion, but to an average American, it would be comparable to trying to convince someone that Whiskers is actually a fearless lion. The usual images conjured by the word mansion would be nowhere near the vicinity of the canvas that delineates the reality of my apartment size. But, just like Dorothy tells Toto how they aren`t in Kansas anymore, I have to remind myself that I am in a different country with different standards. So I guess in Japan, where everything is so compact and narrow, my apartment could be defined as a mansion. Even shrimps come in jumbo sizes too right? =D Nonetheless, after receiving most of my furniture, I can honestly say that I am satisfied with how my room has turned out. I dressed my stark naked mansion with just enough upholstery to make it seem classy, yet still hoochie. ;)
The only thing I have to wait for now is the refrigerator and my microwave and I`ll be able to cook myself some good home meals. Ah, just like how mom used to make it. Well, not quite, but it`s the nostalgic sentimentalism that counts right? Okay, better end this short and get some rest. Tomorrow about a 100 of us foreigners are going to the countryside to bask in the onsen (bathhouses) and no doubt get tow up from the flo up from different kinds of fermented sugar and yeast. (U kno what I mean) Sadly I caught a cold yesterday so I need to recover enough so that I can pace myself with the rest of em crazy Germans and Russians, not to mention those inciteful Koreans. Also, Charlie is coming to visit me all the way from Hiroshima. That`s like having somebody from Texas visit you in Cali. Man are we are going to party like tomorrow already passed. I`ll update more when I get the chance. Peace to all those reading this and make sure you look both ways before crossing the street.
Monday, October 14, 2002
****This is a continuation from the previous post****
DQ and I go outside and I`m walking her to the train station when she suddenly bursts into tears and won`t stop. So after a new river has formed, I try to reason with DQ, telling her that I am interested but it`s just way too early. This obviously doesn`t calm her down and I`m scared that Tokyo will soon be flooded so I try to comfort her but she pulls herself away and wants to be left alone. That`s when I tell her fine, but this is a little strange. How did me enjoying a drink escalate into me observing a new ocean being created? So I go off on my own when I feel a little tug from behind. It`s DQ. And she wants to talk. GOOD LO! So we end up talking about what just happened and I told her that I think she`s attractive but that I really don`t know her personality. And all this time it`s as if she didn`t understand the words from my mouth because she kept repeating You don`t like me. I can see this is going nowhere so I tell her to just let things take their course, and that we should go slow.
She then responds by telling me she`s also scared that I will be going to the States and she asks me if this is true. I tell her that I will probabaly return to the States in a year, but that`s in ONE year! She tells me that it will pass by fast, which is true relative to what you`re comparing it to. It is this moment that I start to realize that this girl wants to start something serious.. seriously long that is. To add to the fact that we just met, she`s already thinking about the future a year from now! So, I don`t know what else to do so I end up repeating what I said earlier - to take things slowly.
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was a full moon, maybe it was pick- a- soulmate- before- the- hour- is- over- day, but I was taken back a little by all of this. DQ is really down to kick it with and I can see myself being her friend, but I think that`s about as far as I, or any guy in the near future for that matter, should go. WaTCH out Now!
Friday, October 11, 2002
Guess who I met the other night? It`s weird because I don`t remember who`s friend she was, but meeting her was definitely a big fat buzz kill. The first name was Lotsa, and the last name was Drama. Geeeeeeeeez. I went drinking at a local pub during happy hour (big surprise eh?) and after knocking back a few, two of my girl classmates starting asking a flurry of questions that evolved into me meeting Lotsa. (Ms. Drama if you`re nasty)
I brought one of my classmates I met last week ( Let`s call her DQ ) to the bar and everything was fine. DQ is one of those girls who acts really friendly around certain people. I`m sure you all know the type: clinging on to people`s arms while walking, being extra touchy during conversations, blah blah blah. Some people might classify this as being overly flirty while others consider this as just being friendly. I consider her to be the latter. So, once we walk into the bar together, my other friends start whispering amongst one another. Yes... two girls and a guy. You can be sure if it was all guys, this would not be happening as it did. (sorry girls) So then later on as the night progressed and the restraints to hold back boiling Curiosity weaned, two of the girls started talking to DQ about me. They were asking her if we were dating, if she was interested in me, yadayadayada. I guess DQ was taken aback and finally admitted to liking me before pleading my two friends to not tell me because she didn`t want me to know yet. And all this time I know the topic is about me and that there is this big supposed secret. After I leave to go to the bar to get some more drinks, I come back and one of my friends is talking to DQ while the other friend approaches me.
The friend tells me that DQ likes me a lot and then asks me if I feel the same way. I answer the obvious. I don`t know. I think she`s cute but I really don`t know her. We just met last week. Then the friend goes and starts talking to my other guy friend. The whispering continues for thirty minutes. (Thirty minutes too long in my opinion) So in the end, DQ has this really uncomfortable look on her face, and I don`t blame her because something that was supposed to be a secret ended up becoming common information. (Imagine having your private syphilis problem being hacky-sacked around the table. Ok, maybe it isn`t that extreme but it made DQ uncomfortable) So, I decide to end this all and told DQ we should go and have a talk outside. **** I can`t fit everything on this post, so I will continue this on the next post.****
Friday, October 04, 2002
Dayang, today I feel like crap... literally. Last night, I ended up going out to drink with some newly made friends from my class. It was Chris` birthday and on the way to the bar, I happened to bump into some other people from class and invited them. It was such a last minute plan, but people were down so it worked out better than planned. The night started at 5:00 because in Japan, happy hour is from 4 to 7. (go figure) I ended up drinking against an alcohol goddess, although I didn`t know this at the time. Her being a big korean should have made me think more carefully, but I merely brushed it off. To sum up the night at the bar, I ended up drinking waaaaaaaaay too much... and by this description, i mean to the point that compares to the time I got mild alcohol poisoning three years ago. The korean girl and I ended up leaving early and headed home with our stomachs full of liquor.
I don`t remember all the events that happened after I stepped off the subway, but I do remember some memorable moments. (or should i say unmemorable) I yacked right when I got home, slumped over the toilet and stayed there for a good two hours. My host dad returned to find me passed out next to the can and asked if I was okay. I responded and embarassingly moved to the living room when my sleeping bag was. I woke up early in the morning, around 4, and remembered the crucial piece of information to avoid hangovers- drink water to rehydrate the body. So I decided to drink about three cups of tea and thought that it would help me when I woke up later. WRONG. I ended up waking a mere 30 minutes later and yacked all the liquid out in the living room. I cleaned the mess up before my host dad would have the chance to discover this new development, and passed out until 9. Then as I was washing my face, I managed to yack yet again! The feeling of wanting to yack remained with me throughout the whole day, and is actually still lingering as I type this. I haven`t eaten anything today because I`m afriad I will yack it straight out. But I will have to eat eventually, and I`m planning on making that day tomorrow.
In less than an hour, there will be this welcome party that I`m going to. It`s going to suck though because food and drinks will be there for the looting, but those are the exact things I should be avoiding. SHoooT. Honestly I should just skip this party to avoid getting myself into any more situations, but I`m going for sure and I guess we`ll have to see what happens. =P
Tuesday, October 01, 2002
Last night I experienced my first typhoon... and it wasn`t quite what I`d thought it would be. I thought that perhaps nature would proclaim its magnifence through the embodiment of a tempest and wreak havoc, subjugating the fearful inhabitants of Japan.... but all it ended up being was a storm with gusty winds. =P Well, it wasn`t a strong typhoon and maybe if it was, I would have a different opinion of this matter, but it was certainly no worse than a rainy day in Cali when El Nino was around.
Today in japanese oral class, as an icebreaker, everybody had to give a five minute speech about whatever happened to be saturating in our minds when we got called on.... Man, I can`t believe I actually ended up free styling... It wasn`t the most eloquent speech or so profound that it would have won me a haiku accolade, but nonethess I managed to pull something out of nothing and finished my presentation! Good LO! Today also marked the first day I actually went to the library to study japanese for a lengthy period of time. I managed to look at some study guides the library had to offer and realized ( actually remembered ) how much there was I had yet to learn. It`s funny how the more your know, the more you discover how much you don`t know. To prevent this sad revelation, I suggest not studying at all. That way you wouldn`t know how much you don`t know, and this would then lead to happiness because everybody knows what ignorance is. If you don`t know what it is, you must REALLY be happy. =D
Sunday, September 29, 2002
Has this ever happened to you? Imagine sleeping peacefully... Wait! Let`s change that to sleeping blissfully, when a noise sounding like an indecent affair between a harley davidson and a monster truck erupts and sodomizes the tranquil ambiance that you were basking in! Well, that happened to me last night, and the night before that, and the night before that. You see, ever since I`ve moved into my dad`s friend`s apartment, I really haven`t been able to sleep because of these annoying exhausts on vehicles that haunt me during the nights.
For some reason, young Japanese men like to make their exhausts sound masculine. Make your ride scream loud and proud because that`s what it`s all about. Now, some of you might know people like this in the States, transforming their small ponies into ostentatious replicas of merry-go-round horses..... But at least in the States, the exhausts are deep and a little muffled. Over on this side of the world, however, muffler to a typical Japanese guy means as much as a big screen plasma television does to a blind man. So the end result is that I`m constantly woken up by these vehicles. And some of you might be doubting my usage of the word `constant`... To put all doubts aside, the last cursed rumbling I heard was at 5:45 a.m. and the frequency of the vehicles that produce this noise is one out of every four. So go put on your contacts and try to picture that scenario! It is times like this I wish I owned a semi automatic rifle with a night scope. Unfortunately, owning guns without a license is illegal, as would be shooting owners of cars and motorcycles with loud exhausts... Guess we`ll have to see how many wrinkles and bags a man can get around his eyes in one month. Oh, and say hi to the Sand Man for me because I won`t be meeting him anytime soon.
Saturday, September 28, 2002
Today I checked my email and I got an email from this one punk buyer from Ebay who finally decided to write me. Blowtis, I mean Curtis, won my auction on August 16th... This guy just does not know the meaning of prompt. He was late to reply to his emails and worse of all, I wasn`t even sure he was going to pay for the item he won. But finally he emailed me with this:
*** It's now been over a month since you received my check for the breakdancing videos. Please send them immediately. If you need to reach me, email me at
curtism***@hotmail.com ***
Oh HeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllLLLLLZ No! Please send them immediately? ParTnah, you must be on crack! Here is what I responded:
*** It has not been over a month since I received your check. I left for Japan two weeks ago and your check was nowhere to be found at that time. Three days ago my ex-roommate in San Diego told me that I received a check from you. So yes, I did finally receive a check from you, but that was after how many weeks of the auction close date? And what did I say in my instructions for the auction? It said payment must be received within 5 days of auction close date. 5 DAYS!!!
Then you tell me on September 3 that you will send out the check because you forgot to include the house number on the address so the check was returned to you. I decided to give you the benefit of the doubt and thought that two weeks was plenty of time to receive a check, send out the videos, and thus complete this transaction. How wrong was I to assume that. I did not receive the check within that time period and I had to leave for Japan. Why do you think I specified the instructions on my auction page? To pass time and hope potential buyers would merely note the directions but not really follow them? I will be sending you your videos but it will be up to my parents to do it. After I didn`t receive the check, I took the package to my parent`s Los Angeles residence and left it there in case you did happen to send the check. Honestly, I don`t even know why I still felt obliged to accomodate you after your blatant disregard for specific instructions, not to mention your propensity to be tardy with everything including your email replies.
My parents just left Japan two days ago and I already sent them an email telling them to send out the package. So you have to wait Curtis. Seriously, I don`t see how you get off telling me to send these tapes immediately when you did not send payment in such a fashion. I have dealt with negligent buyers in the past who made up excuses for not wanting to pay, but as for buyers who end up paying in your timely fashion... this is a first. So wait a week. You made me wait well more than that.*** Stupid little $#%&'"#!!"#"!*
Thursday, September 26, 2002
Awwwwwww.... Finally I can relax. After a week and a half of intensive apartment hunting in Japan (not the greatest place to be if you`re in the market for a place to stay and you`re a forienger or student) my parents and I finally found a place for me to rent. Of course, just as there are stubborn wrinkles that don`t go away on your dress shirts, there was a little problem with this place. It wouldn`t be available until the end of next month! Well, as my dad would crudely say: Sorewa jinseidesune which roughly translates into: That`s how life is. Agreed (bitterly), but now the problem was finding a place to stay for approximately a month.... Now don`t get me wrong, even though I love my huge hotel room ( so large that if you are standing and happened to sneeze, the germs would ricochet and hit you back in the face at the angle of reflection corresponding to the angle of incidence ) I had to bid farewell to that location. If worse came to worse, I could have stayed with my friend who lives about an hour and fifteen minutes away from school, but luckily, my father`s friend agreed to house me for the remaining period of time. Today is the day I`m supposed to move in and I`m just waiting until the short hand hits five so that I can move my luggage.
I went to Japan previously this year for about four months and also made a website, but that primarily consisted of pictures and visuals. No text at all, other than the captions describing the pictures. Well, that was pretty much because I fucked around too much and didn`t take my shit seriously. Now don`t get me wrong... I got good, or shall I say great grades, but I fooled around waaaaaaaaay too much when I should have used my time more wisely. Drinking and clubbing causes time to fly like a pigeon on yabbah. Ya`ll know what I mean - Lapses in memory, recuperating time the day after...yadayadaya...In any case, this journal will reflect the new attitude and direction of my life in Japan .... A life filled with diligence and focused goals. Okay, we`ll see what happens. My parents actually just left today, so..... >=D. Till the next time baby.
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