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<title>Some goals</title>
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<description><![CDATA[This year here are some of my goals:

* Workout between 4-5 times a week
* Eat healthier
* Dress better
* get into investments
* open a 401k up
* start an IRA
* get out of debt
* sell back my Corolla and pick up a new one
* lose weight
* put a new roof on the house
* fix the plumbing
* fix the toilet
* patch up the hole in my mom's room
* fix the ceiling where there are major leaks
* do more cooking]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2005 21:56:00 -0700</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[complexity is only good in sex; for everything else, keep it simple!]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2005 12:30:26 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>Sick</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Got sick again.  Flu is going around in the office.  Also because of this damn weather.]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2005 08:46:14 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>still sick</title>
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<description><![CDATA[felt better today but now i can hardly breathe.  head is a little warm and i have a small cough.  but it sucks nonetheless because it's been nice (finally!) and i wanted to hit the gym.]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2005 23:19:45 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>Felt much better</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Decided to take the weekend off and do the minimal.  Still have a cough, partly from the cold and partly from my hay fever.  Fucking rain is going to (figuratively) nail me this coming Spring with all the pollen floating around.

BTW for all you out there who get sick, some easy tips for getting well fast: 1) drink a lot (i suggest something warm like green tea); 2) eat well; 3) urinate like crazy; 4) sleep a lot; 5) do little physical exercise (or a lot; once i got rid of an incoming sore throat by riding a bike for 30+ minutes and sweating it off); 6) be in a nice, warm but not hot environment.  took me a week to get over this.  in tokyo it would've taken me three weeks, probably because of all the pollution, smoke, and cold weather.  but what a difference, huh?]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2005 01:26:04 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>beat myself up today</title>
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<description><![CDATA[did the back focus for my workout.  did some crunches but only 10 a set.  i should do them everytime i hit the gym.  also did 30 minutes of bike.  probably can do 35, but i'll wait until next week.  still need more energy.  feel hungry when i hit the gym.  ]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2005 01:46:51 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>starting to look at new cars</title>
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<description><![CDATA[or maybe used too.  i might get a camry this time.  don't know if i should go used or new.  the difference in price isn't that great on an overall scale.  probably will end up getting a new one.  gas mileage is a little lower and the car is a little bigger, but i kinda need the engine speed on the highway since the corollas are a little underpowered.  i still can do okay, but there are tense moments where i'd wish i could speed up.  of course, that all depends on slowing down considering my course!]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 Mar 2005 13:01:34 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>opened an IRA and Money Marketing Account</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Finally got to this.  My parents provided the anti-example of how to live in not preparing for their future.  Maybe I'll be a little short on cash in the short run, but these are real investments for my future.  The way i look at it is that it's money I won't touch and will hopefully blossom long term.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2005 21:34:40 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>Tire Going Low</title>
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<description><![CDATA[My tire is low again after filling it up with air only a few weeks ago.  I fear a flat or puncture some place.  Going to take it into the shop tomorrow.  Hope it's not a puncture and that the guys can simply fill it up again.  This might just drive me to make a purchase sooner than I expected.]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2005 22:51:35 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>Rav4</title>
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<description><![CDATA[I've ripped on SUVs in the past, but this one seems quite cool.  been getting called all day since this is month-end and some dealerships are clearing their inventory.  still, i'm patient so i'll have to wait until i'm ready to really attack one of these places.  but i keep my eye out on the road for all the newer Rav4s out there.  it looks pretty nice.]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2005 00:22:37 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>being cold</title>
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<description><![CDATA[my friend at work remarked that i have little sympathy for stupid people.  my response was that i even have little sympathy for myself.  why is that?  why take this stance of being Hitler-like in attempting to improve the genetic code of the human race?  

i guess my answer is that when you look around and you see plain stupidity so blatantly manifested, you want to shut it off, the way you turn down the volume of a TV.  in my case, i prefer to just pull the plug on the TV and never watch it again.

my blogs aren't about being nice to people.  it's not being mean to people either.  it's just being realistic and raw with my feelings that i can't expel in a regular manner in the so-called real world.  that's what it's for though, right?  plus we supposedly have this thing called the 1st Amendment.  i use my artistic integrity to spread my socio-political-philosophical stance because as a small person, i can't do much.

i didn't grow up rich.  i didn't grow up poor either.  but i still struggled nonetheless.  it's in my own degree of struggles that people might denigrate my complaints saying i don't deserve to complain.  now that my family is fucked up, does that give me a right to complain?   i frankly don't give a fuck about people's opinions.  and more than that i don't give a fuck about people.  

in all fairness, i expect the same treatment back.  i try my best not to step on people's toes, but don't fuck with me.  give me my room.  let me speak and get shit off my chest.  other people for whatever crack induced reason seem equally justified.  so i entitle myself to the same rights.

but i'm glad to have been slapped so hard by reality.  it just made me realize that i was right all the long in that people are fucked up.  i'm fucked up too to a degree, but that's not important to me.  i'd feel insecure about myself and people would try to induce their insecurities upon you.  that's called being socialized.  working in japan was great because i learned to think outside of the American bubble.  somehow people here got it in their minds that they are the center of the universe.  makes me wonder what the center of the universe would say if it imploded.  i do know it'd shut a lot of people up.

in any case, i'm beginning to see the broader picture of life.  it's so easy for me to laugh at things these days because people are comedic.  life is comedic.  the only way you can close yourself off to that is to shut off all sense of feeling, all sympathy and just become this mound of survival instinct.  call me cold?  sure, but don't say i don't have my reasons and am not entitled to being me.]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2005 00:44:17 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>got it!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[got the RAV4!  check out the photos section for some pix of my new GF!]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2005 17:40:03 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>If I were Jesus Christ....</title>
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<description><![CDATA[I've been thinking about putting this blog up for a while.  I thought what if I was Jesus Christ and that a UFO was coming down with a bunch of aliens to save people?  Judgment Day would be approaching and suddenly I was designated the Chosen One?  I had friends that would laugh when I wrote things like, "Keith is God."  Calling me a blasphemer.  But wouldn't it be ironic if this line were true?  I can imagine Jesus being laughed at and ridiculed because he'd say outrageous things that weren't accepted as convention at the time.  Society tends to deny genius.  So what if a parallel existed between him and me?

I'd make a huge announcement from the space ship and try to track down each person that ever meant anything to me.  I'd try to ensure their safety above all else by getting to that space craft.  Then anyone that wouldn't appear, I'd personally hunt down.  I can imagine myself walking through the world with people examining me with suspicion.  There'd be danger but I'd have to protect myself somehow.   Maybe the aliens guarantee some kind of force field.  I dunno.

Once the people I cared about were safely on board the ship (I imagine there'd be a few thousand, maybe up to tens of thousand, which is probably why the so-called Heavens Gates are closed to all but those who haven't sinned [i.e. haven't pissed me off]), I think world leaders, ordinary citizens, clergymen, etc., would come to implore me (as most pathetic specimens do) to save them as well.  My reply would be thus: "I'm not here to destroy you.  The world isn't going to self-destruct.  But you misinterpretted everything from the start.  All these people who tried to interpret my word and perverted it for their political gain screwed it up for everyone else.  So instead, the people left on this world must re-learn everything.  They must make atonement for their actions by staying here rather than living for eternity.  That is the challenge until another one of me can return to see if people have progressed."

my interpretation of JC is that it's a personal and selfish thing.  It's an experience not to be shared.  People who manipulate that ideal do so for political gain or misunderstanding from those with power.  the rules are simple: treat people with respect, live with no regret, but don't knowingly hurt society, nor progress.  Common sense.  Anything outside of that defies common sense.  There shouldn't be middle men interpretting those rules.

For those that I saved, what would happen to them?  I see the situation as everyone would be healed.  All ailments would be removed.  It would be like in the end of Return of the Jedi where you see Anakin Skywalker restored.  People like my father would be hale again and moved back in age to a degree.  Then I'd send them to a peaceful planet where everything would be established.  Their paradigm of life to a degree would be transported to the new world.  I see this group (along with myself) being in a perpetual backyard BBQ, with a large pool, warm weather all the time, and everyone being joyous.  Everyone here would and could live forever.

So Heaven is a planet?  What about the universe imploding or going cold in 999999999999999999999999999999999999999 years?  bullshit.  Astronomers are fatalistic and their little equations have no meaning.  the planet would stay forever and those people would have everlasting peace and happiness.]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2005 01:17:45 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>IRA and Money Market Account</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Got these started up.  Next month when I'm hired fulltime, I'm going to inquire about the 401k plan and max my contributions to it.  So by June I'll have three investments going.  Next I gotta start examining the real estate market.  I still say that Las Vegas is the way to go.]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 01:00:03 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>More Photos!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[I added more photos to the West Hollywood section of my photo gallery on Yahoo.  Also, up are some shots from my hometown for all you outta towners :)]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 21:55:19 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>South Park Lives!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/burrito_lockdown

really hillarious article about how the school mistook a burrito for a weapon.  yeah that sounds like something straight out of south park or Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle.

Police: "Secure the gun!"
Student: "That's not a gun, sir, that's a burrito."
Police: "Burrito is secure!"

Matt and Trey should make an episode of this just for fun :)

Ironically, I think they should classify that burrito as a weapon.  A biological weapon ;)]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2005 15:15:14 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Feeling like ass</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Isn't that a funny expression?  anyway, went to see my dad again.  he looked better.  managed to avoid my relatives who are over seeing my cousin's graduation.  afterwards tried hitting King's Hawaiian.  Told us it'd take 40 minutes!  Fcuk that i said.  instead, hit Onami's.  Last week spent too long waiting at the Chinese Buffet along PCH; didn't want to go through the experience again.  Not to mention too many screaming disease factories running around.

Onami's is good because the high price tends to discourage parents from bringing their virulent shit machines.  you get a few, but not as bad as other spots.  Plus I got a table immediately.  Sure the price is high but my patience isn't.

I think some little fucker at TRU was sick and might've infected me.  Either that or my allergies are really bugging me.  Couldn't taste this week.  I think it's because I scraped my taste buds off trying to scratch the roof of my mouth with the back of my tongue.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2005 21:49:48 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>At the mall yesterday</title>
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<description><![CDATA[There was a big fatass in one of those human rovers checking out the Dippin' Dots at the food court.  My first thought was, "That's the last place someone like you needs to check out."  I don't think he was crippled but he was clearly so overweight that he required a special device to assist him.  Very sad visual.

Same day I of course saw my father.  He's kinda in the opposite state where his body has really thinned out.  I think my arms have grown bigger than his legs (in my case, that's a positive thing).  But this entire situation made me reflect on how we treat our bodies.  Essentially, when you stop caring for your body, it starts to shut itself down and not perform as expected.  In the case of the obese person, lack of exercise and too much bad food forces his body to not process food properly anymore.  From there he can't even move around like a normal person.

I'd be more sympathetic if he were in an injury where his legs were permanently crippled, but I suspect his obesity put him in that state.  In my dad's case, something similar was occurring.  Late night food runs, alcohol, watching porn all night, some drugs, tons of tobacco, coffee in the morning, and no exercise to mitigate any of that.  The stroke that came on was a massive rejection of all the toxins and bad habits accumulated in his body.  Of course the horrors of the stress from financial crises added to that, but if he had taken care of himself, I'm certain that a stroke wouldn't have come so harshly.

I had my own issue a few years back.  Fortunately, I'm a lot younger than my father and keep in better condition.  But at the time I wasn't as conscious as I have become.  The whole situation made me realize early on, fortunately, that you can't let yourself go.  Your life really requires a balance between work, play, and taking care of yourself.  We really walk a tightrope when it comes to these things since the slightest move to one direction will cause us to fall off.  And it's never a pleasant fall.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2005 22:11:42 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>terrible allergies!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[this season has been horrible for my allergies!  especially considering my house is so dusty.  of course that gives me more incentive to look for a better spot.  still can't do much about it in the meantime....]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2005 01:41:01 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>humor: midgets vs lion</title>
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<description><![CDATA[http://www.newturfers.com/mwf/attach/38/355838/BBCNEWSWorldLionMutilates42MidgetsinCambodianRing-Fight.htm

yeah it's fake but funny as hell.  they should have this happen just for fun.  i still bet on the lion :)]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2005 13:34:29 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>funny article about being used</title>
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<description><![CDATA[http://channels.netscape.com/ns/men/package.jsp?name=men/pm/usingyou/usingyou

been there. done that. i'm starting to think that being a nice guy sucks.  you should only be a nice guy to your friends.  for a girl you really like, you shouldn't play up to her until after you get her.  my last girlfriend was someone i treated too well.  yeah i had my moments of fun too (won't reveal what :p) but it got tiring quickly.   funniest thing happened one day when i was going to a MAX concert and trying to print something out.  my ex- (who was my ex- at that time) came over to pick the last of her junk up.  my printer suddenly jammed and i got frustrated because i had little time to print a few hundred pages.  more than that my printer busted!  so i took the damn thing and hurled it against the floor!  it shattered instantly with a boom and my ex- skittled around my apartment like a fly that nearly got swatted.  i hardly talked to her when she arrived but she didn't stay long either, especially after that.  still went to see MAX but my night was ruined.  also, it pissed me off because i wanted to give my printer to Michiyo (and made a promise!!!!) but i couldn't anymore.

then there was that little onara girl.  yeah Me-Ho.  i should have never taken her back with me.  i probably would've been out of debt by now and had a little more money (or better yet, maybe i'd still be in tokyo!!!!).  what a waste of time!  i was so nice to this little fart girl.  and she took advantage of that.  afterwards though, what does she do?  turns around and runs away with some fucking boba clerk down the street.  isn't that typical?

next time i live in japan, i ain't gonna be nice to girls.  i'm going to be a playa and i'm gonna be da pimp, da mack daddy, and da hooka of guys.  it ain't gonna be about being nice to all those ooor little japanese women trapped in their masculine society.  instead, i'm going to take advantage of being a dude over there and being a fucking womanizer.  yeah biatch!  fuck all that feminist bullshit.  there's no such thing as rights for people, it's always has been and always will be about Social Darwinism and Marxism.  Survival of the fittest.  Last man standing.  Guy with the biggest dick.  The lion king.

Do you ever see these feminist bitches going after us geeky guys?  aren't us geeks supposed to be the nice guys because we got fucked over in school by the jocks, had no life, studied all the time, went to college, did well, got a decent paying job and are ready to have a stable, ideal life?  where's my ho, biatch?  instead, i see girls with guys who have shit loads of money, nice cars, good bodies, the brains and who easily taken advantage of.  it's true what they say about nice guys and races.

for all you american biatches who think otherwise, i'm like Chris Benoit: prove me wrong.  in the meantime, give me my Japanese ho who's ready to have sex all night long and don't make a fuss for saying the S word.]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2005 01:34:54 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>did you get the memo?</title>
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<description><![CDATA[i got the memo.]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2005 14:42:24 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>One's Purpose</title>
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<description><![CDATA[I just had an inspiration today about the meaning/purpose of one's life, in particular mine.  It's about chronicling all my experiences and knowledge to teach others and spread my emotions about the world and universe to as many as possible while at the same time connecting to as many people as possible and extrapolating their knowledge and experiences and weaving them into my own.  Anything materialistic like money, cars, your looks, are all transient; they exist only as a segment of one's life but they should not be central to it.  We have only a finite amount of time on this planet as our lives are extremely delicate.  The critical thing is in realizing this aspect and taking our lives and turning it into something significant.

How does one perform such a feat?  I think part of living is about viewing things in a light that no one has yet conceived or reinterpreting the views of others to create a higher knowledge.  I guess this insight I received today is why I dislike things like Hollywood so much because it relishes and exploits the norm rather than challenging it.  Not that movies aren't fictional making it abnormal but their vision is so encircled around a similar notion that even the fantastic no longer can seem fresh.  It's also why I dislike conservative groups so much since they hide in stagnation because of their fear of the exotic, new and adventure.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 23:22:38 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>housing bubble</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2005 12:31:46 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>for drama</title>
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<description><![CDATA[girl across the street is Shiho.  The Kuroki family lives in a decent, middle class home, while Shiho lives in a slum-like apartment building which is falling apartment and crawling with poorer people.  Shiho has several sisters and brothers despite coming from a low income family.]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2005 14:04:43 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Obese Man Loses 500 pounds!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Patrick Deuel has managed to lose 500 pounds, part of it due to surgery, another part because of a diet plan and exercise.  Of course, the surgery he underwent was specialized in that the doctors forcefully shrunk he stomach so that he'd eat less food.  He'd feel sick if he eats more than a certani amount.

Man, what an inspirational story!  Of course, he's at the 500 pound mark, but it's amazing that he was able to remove part of that at all.  He was close to death with all types of health conditions, including diabetes, heart conditions, etc.  What's even more interesting is that he still can eat some of his favorite foods.

There are so many messages in this story.  First, no one should balloon to this size.  It's ridiculous and the food industry should be ashamed for promoting their foods in the manner to create such people.  Although a lot of the situation is about personal choice, the food industry in America does, indeed, need to be more responsible to prevent problems like high blood pressure, cholesterol issues, etc. from popping up.  A lot of it should be blamed on those goddamn greedy marketing fuckers.  I say that we should take them, tie them to a stake and give them the Homer Simpson treatment (i.e. the episode where Homer is condemnded to hell eating an infinite amount of donuts as his "punishment" [which of course resulted in him eating more]).  After they are significantly stuffed, we should kick them just like that obese guy in the movie Se7en (great movie; a wonderful prescription of what we should do to sinners).

Anyway, the other thing to come out of this is the notion of controlled dieting.  I for one don't believe in crash diets.  They're only meant for supermodels or people that need short term weight loss.  For the average person like you or me, we can't live like that.  Our bodies aren't attuned to eating organic foods to the point where we're eating a limited amount of portions per meal and completely ignoring our favorite foods.  You drive yourself crazy, just like an addict quitting smoking.  Your body needs time to adjust to the new environment.  

Think about weight lifting.  Imagine if you do massive amounts of sets in one day as if you were a pro, but haven't been lifting for years (or ever).  Your body will feel like rubber the next day.   Even if you did a small amount, you'd still feel horrible.  But gradually you build yourself to tolerate the extra stress on your body.  You can never compare yourself to a professional; everyone is different and your workout must be tailored to your body and level.

Diets are the same way.  Heck, only the past few years I've become increasingly health conscious.  Before I couldn't even eat a salad without feeling sick.  Now, I feel sick if I eat fast food.  It didn't occur overnight, but took sometime to adjust.  Also, I eat more frequently at the suggestion of various dieting magazines and pro's (HHH, thank you for the advice!  Your book is great!)

The main thing is that you need patience.  Patience with yourself most of all.  Don't compare yourself to others.  Things come gradually and you can't give up.  One interesting source of inspiration to me was Chris Benoit's DVD where it showed how he continued training whereas his friends gave up after not seeing instant results.  But I think it's true.  You can't push yourself too fast or you'll end up killing yourself accomplishing the impossible.  Yet a little bit everyday really helps.  I'm an utter believer of it now.

For myself, I've been eating less than before, just more frequently.  I can feel my stomach shrink.  Also, what and when I eat things have made a huge difference in so many aspects of my health (both physical and mental).  Limiting the amount of fast food I eat and eliminating tons of greasy food has done wonders as well as getting rid of almost all the soda in my intake.  I still drink milk, juice, tea and water, but they don't contribute as much to my fat as soda once did.  And I no longer have chest pains from greasy, fattening food.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2005 01:18:10 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>xslt</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2005 18:30:59 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Nerd living</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Something came to mind today about why geeks aren't popular.  Most think it's purely a social coincidence.  I think another reason is more biological, even animal-like.  The American geek typifies some guy who sits in front of a computer all day, possibly gorging himself on snacks, hardly getting any exercise, possessing little social skills, and slowly degenerating as a speciman.  Imagine being a female lion for a moment that needs to continue populating their species.  Would you want this?  This is merely Darwinism/natural selection where women avoid this species because it would lower the constitution of the species on a whole.

Some put this in terms of a social context, but look at it (or yourself).  Just today I felt miserable, couldn't spend the energy to hit the gym.  Instead, I stayed in my room typing away at my computer.  It's not that I'm not an exciting person, but that I'm not very fit.  My constitution has weakened recently because of my job.  If I didn't work in an office, I think I could avoid this since I could be more active and more tolerant to these bugs.

Having someone like that is a liability.  A woman doesn't want to have to take care of their husband if that person's health is shoddy, caused by long periods on the computer.  Computers are fun and all, but don't spend your life on them.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2005 21:19:15 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>extremely sick</title>
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<description><![CDATA[sucky ass weekend.  got sick with a japan-level flu.  in the middle of summer for godsakes!  the worst part is having a fever and being dizzy.  i can't tell if i really have a fever or if it's the raw heat.  i suspect both but neither is helping.  i suspect whenever people smoke around me my throat becomes infected.  the other day i was hanging around some people that smoke heavily so i think that could've triggered it.]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2005 17:13:28 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Subway Sandwiches</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Where I work there is a good variety of spots to eat.  The problem is that most are not in my daily price range.  However, there are two places I don't mind frequenting: Jamba Juice and Subway.  Recently, I've been pretty much sold on the Subway commercials advertising the over roast chicken breast and turkey breast sandwiches.  really good stuff!  my formula is either one with wheat bread, spinach leaves, pickles, olives, pepper, mustard, oil and vinegar.  very good combination.  i only eat half a sandwich although recently i've also cheated by grabbing chips and a soda for the combo value.  obviously not a good idea, but i've been somewhat hungry lately, especially after my recent illness.  if i just grabbed the 6 inch sandwich, i'd get a great lunch deal for under $5.  much better than the typical $10 meals around the area!]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2005 14:00:07 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>in pain</title>
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<description><![CDATA[got through most of my cold finally (still have a cough) and finally have been going to the gym again.  missed out on two weeks.  it hasn't been that bad but it feels like a death metal band's drummer decided to use me as the drum set.  it'll take another week to get back in form.]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2005 11:10:05 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>fucked up my finger pretty badly</title>
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<description><![CDATA[my middle finger on my right hand of everything!  this sucks!  i'm not sure if this is the result of too much middle wheel on the mouse action or after i worked out last week.  it's so painful and it's been getting worse.  i really need to see a doctor soon....]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2005 21:20:53 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>i can't take it anymore!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[i hate my house.  it's so old and ratty.  and the stupid big fat head won't do anything until something is absolutely broken.  now the goddamn water heater is broken so my mom is having it replaced on monday.  still i feel that this house is going to fall apart....but i want to get out permanently before it does!

the real thing i can't take is being here.  i think most of my life's problems stem from my family.  they've constantly fucked my life up at every turn.  i think the only way to deal with my problems is to move away.  far away. like japan again.  

sure, people are going to say, "well don't you care about your family?"  i do but what's the point of being dragged down a toilet?  i think i should permanently move to japan.  i dislike the life in america so intensely now that i don't see a point in living here forever.  i hope to save enough money to move all my stuff out of my room and get it transported to japan eventually.  my stuff is only the thing tying me to America at this point.  i've got nothing else left.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2005 10:43:08 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>my cousin from LA ideas (ep 3)</title>
<link>http://www.keithwatanabe.net/blogs/2005/9/13/467fa03dfc0a14901738bd0f9d971c8e.html</link>
<description><![CDATA[after their meal, Reina Miyauchi takes Keith along a detour through Ikebukuro's sleazier streets.  this becomes the first time Keith has seen this side of Japan, which is kinda fascinating for him because it's the highly rumored underground that his invisble net chat friend, Kris, had often inspired him with dark stories.  Keith though fascinated by the scene is suspicious of Reina's intentions (not that he's not curious about her) and asks how she knew about this area.  She innocently remarks how it was a detour to the train station since both are returning to the Setagaya-ku zone and would be able to find a section that isn't as impacted at this time.  The answer doesn't satisfy him but he pretends to believe her.

in the meantime, Misaki Itoh and Kaori Kawai spy on the pair from around the corner.  because of their distance from the two, the conversation they hear becomes fragmented and dissolves into some half imagined dialogue they completely misinterpret.  they believe (as if putting words into reina and keith's mouths) that Reina is sleeping with Keith to improve her grades and that she's doing it intentionally as she had done in the past to both of them.  of course, this isn't true as Reina has honestly been increasing her grades on her own.  However, Misaki blindly sees a paranoid conspiracy against (namely her) them.  So she decides to try taking out Reina by using Kaori as bait.  There's an item that Misaki owns which Kaori would like to have as it elevates her social standing and she'd do anything to get it.  So she agrees to Misaki's plot. 

During the conversation the character of "Yumi" (i.e. Reina's alter ego with Keith) is mentioned again by Keith as he wants to meet her (implying partly that he never sees her with any friends and that it's unusual for a Japanese girl to be alone like her).  Reina becomes extremely defensive about "Yumi" again, but partly decides that "Yumi" might have to come out (something to be revealed in the next story).

On the other side of town, Aya Matsuura attempts to help out at home by "cooking" dinner for her ailing mother. Naturally, being a somewhat spoiled child, she fails miserably, miscooking even the water.  Around that time Keith comes home and Aya loses her temper since Keith has a faint trace of feminine perfume on him (note: depsite that Reina is a tomboy, she does try to make herself at least smell pleasant).  She realizes that Keith lied to her to take care of Hitomi Kuroki and instead spent time with a woman.  Keith retorts about her lack of cooking progress and how he had a ton of business to take care of.  It seems from this that Keith appears extremely apathetic towards Hitomi, which hurts her.  however, she doesn't reveal this fact but keeps her feelings deeply hidden, instead determined to please him like a spoiled japanese boy.

upstairs Keith writes his blog discussing the events of the week, which were pretty bland all things considered.  however, he hears a cry from outside.  at first he's suspects Aya but she's fast asleep.  checks out the window and sees silhouettes from where Shiho lives.  notices a spectacle where an argument has broken out.  a few moments later Shiho exits her home, grabs her bicycle and takes off crying.  the event perplexes him as does his lack of understanding in terms of the motives of the people around him (begins to realize that what he learned about the japanese in school is more complex; writes this in his blog).]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2005 13:04:25 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>apparently i have readers....</title>
<link>http://www.keithwatanabe.net/blogs/2005/9/16/f0f070ef02352a810ca144f59f1342cf.html</link>
<description><![CDATA[here's some interesting stats for this site:

overall hits: 8031
distinct users (meaning those coming from a distinct ip): 1694
today's distinct hits: 71
today's overall hits: 81]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2005 22:42:39 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>"My Cousin From LA" Episode 1, intro</title>
<link>http://www.keithwatanabe.net/blogs/2005/9/18/4c8b889015e7b4410388f0697692caf1.html</link>
<description><![CDATA[Harajuku.  Young Aya Matsuura, 17, strolling down Takeshita-dori with her friend Remi, 17, the last days of their summer vacation quickly coming to an end before school starts up again.

Aya: Piping.  “He's coming!  He's coming!”
Remi: “Who?”

5000 miles, on the other side of the world.  Located in a suburb of Los Angeles.  Invisible male, Keith, 23, cruising down a street with his internet friend Kris, 21.  Background music of Quiet Riot's “Bang Your Head!” blasting from the car's stereo.

Kris: “You're going soon.  It's gonna suck not having you around.  But let me give you a little advice.”

At the McDonalds in Harajuku.  Aya and Remi both eating a Happy Meal.

Aya: “He's my cousin and he's coming from the US.”
Remi: “America?”
Aya: “Yeah!  California, Los Angeles no less.”
Remi: “Wow!  That's going to be great!  What's he like?”

Back in Los Angeles.  Along the 405 freeway.  The pair of Keith and Kris caught in heavy traffic as they're about to pass the airport towards Culver City.

Keith: “Mother fucking goddamn shitter of all places!”
Kris: “You do realize that girls out there don't like that kind of language?”
Keith: Mirror only showing his mouth move.  “That's English.  I thought they spoke Japanese.”
Kris: “Well, there's more than one person over that can speak English.  Women especially are sensitive to a guy's politeness you know.”
Keith: “Well, I won't have to worry about this crappy traffic anymore.”
Kris: “The subways get pretty crowded.”
Keith: “Everything beats LA traffic.  I'm certain even a crowded train.  Besides doesn't that imply that I'll be caught in between a ton of good looking women potentially?”

Back at the McDonald's.

Aya: Picking up a newspaper which announces the separation of the women's car for some trains.  “Honestly, I really don't know.  Actually, I was pretty surprised to find out that I had a cousin living in America.  But he's related to my aunt's sister's sister who lives in Hawaii,”
Remi: “So he's Hawaiian?  Do you know that Keannu Reaves is Hawaiian?”

At a shopping mall in LA.  Camera's point of view as if it were Keith.  Shows the other denizens slightly taller (or more obese).  Some hot blondes pass by him and his friend Kris, one giving him a dirty look for staring at her too overtly.  The camera pans down as if the person's head were depressed.

Kris: “Hey, man.  Don't feel sad.  Pretty soon you'll be surrounded by more gorgeous women than you can consume at a buffet.”
Keith: Camera panning to Kris.  “What?  The ones I've seen look like they were wearing hand-me-downs from the Goodwill.  There were those wrestler chicks....”
Kris: “You know that stuff is fake?  Anyway, those like other chicks.”
Keith: “Eh?”
Kris: “Forget about them.  I'm telling you that everything you've seen here doesn't compare.”
Keith: Watching a rather squat, bloated hispanic woman pass by him with an eager grin. Camera pans away quickly to another side.  “Well, that's true for a lot of cases.”

Walking around the stylish shops of Omotesando and Aoyama.  Aya and Remi doing window shopping.

Remi: “Since he's from LA, he's got all those cool, hip stores.  Like Abercrombie Fitch.  You think he'll bring any omiyage?”
Aya: “Chanel, Hermes, Loius Vutton.  Nothing less, right?  I imagine that he's incredibly stylish and lives in Hollywood or Beverly Hills.”

At the shopping mall.  Keith with Kris at a department store.  Kris handing him various collared shirts and slacks.  Only the view of his chest down can be seen still.

Keith: “You know I hate pants., right?”
Kris: “You're going to freeze to death out there in the winter.  I have to tell you about the time I got really sick and was stuck in Narita Airport for a few weeks because I had just arrived from China and had no coat.”
Keith: “Dude, I'm arriving at the start of September.  Also, I don't get cold.”
Kris: In a Yoda-like immitation voice from The Empire Strikes Back.  “You will be.  You will be.”
Keith: “Jesus Christ.  And look at the price tag on these things.  Fuck.”
Kris: “You're gonna want that.  Girls are really into name brands out there.”
Keith: “I don't give a fuck about brands.  I don't want to waste money.  Take me to K-mart instead.”

Now in Shibuya.  Aya and Remi patrolling Center-dori.

Aya: “On top of that, he'll be well mannered.  You know it's policy for Americans to always make it lady's first.”

Under the parking structure.  Keith cutting off a woman in her car.

Keith: “Fucking bitch!”
Kris: “Whoa tiger!  You realize that road rage doesn't work over there?”
Keith: “They're going to be welcome to my reality then.  Besides, why would I drive out there if I can take a train?”
Kris: “I was often cut off from getting a seat on the train by an older person.”
Keith: “I'm just going to trip them up and sneak in.  But forget all this prep talk about old people.  Let's get back to the women.”

At the local arcade in Shibuya.  Remi and Aya playing a game together.

Aya: “And he'll probably introduce me, I mean, us to his handsome friends.  I heard one looks like Tom Cruise.”
Remi: “Last Samurai!”
Aya: “Indeed!  And I think my cousin will look like Brad Pitt.”
Remi: Pausing for a second just for her character to get blown up.  “You are related right?”
Aya: “Yes.”
Remi: “So how could he look like Brad Pitt?”
Aya: “He's my cousin.  Not my sibling.  Besides, he's from LA.   Don't you know all the guys look like Brad Pitt there?  Don't you know anything about California culture?”

At a bar in West Hollywood along the Sunset Strip.  Kris and Keith sitting around a table, with the camera pointing towards Kris representing Keith's viewpoint.  Both holding some alcohol as the music blast from a local club band.

Kris: “You're going to have to get used to this quickly.”
Keith: “Damn, you know I'm not an alchy.”
Kris: “It's their culture.”
Keith: “Well, I'm keeping my liver intact.”
Kris: “It'll make getting with women that much easier.  It's not an urban legend, just raw truth.”
Keith: “Holy fuck.  Are you serious?”
Kris: “How do you think I met Youmi?”
Keith: Downs the glass.  “Shit.”
Kris: “Woohoo!  I'm telling you.  Since you're gonna be a foreigner, girls are going to go ape shit over you.  They all want their green cards over here.  Just tell them you're an American from LA with a car, and they'll go nuts for you.”
Keith: “Fuck dude.  It sounds like magic.”
Kris: “I'm going to give you my copy of Charisma Man, and it'll be your bible for getting laid within a few weeks.”
Keith: “Only a few weeks?”
Kris: “Now you're talking!”

Walking back towards their suburb retreat during the evening.

Aya: “Man, I've been so excited because he'll be here tomorrow.  My nutty brother is going to be gone and I'll be sharing my room with my cousin.  It's going to be so fun because he'll teach me English and I'll appear in the next Lord of the Rings movie.”
Remi: “The third one was the last one.”
Aya: “Whatever.  I have to admit that I haven't been sleeping because I keep thinking of what we'll do together.”
Remi: “Hopefully, it doesn't involve something like incest.”
Aya: “That's rude!”
Remi: “Just kidding.  Jeeze.  It doesn't seem you have seen him yet.  So how are you even going to know how to spot him when you go the airport?”
Aya: “I think my aunt sent him a picture of her.  But not me.”
Remi: “So you're depending on him to find you?”
Aya: “It is a dilemma.  But because he's American, I'm certain he'll be easy to spot.”

Back at Keith's home.  Keith packing his stuff.  Glimpses of shorts, tshirts, a dirty old Giraffe, a guitar, laptop, and several large boxes with markings for Tokyo.

Kris: “So where are you staying?”
Keith: “Oh, at my cousin's home.  Actually, it's my Hawaiian aunt's sister's daughter.  Or something screwed up like that.”
Kris: “Ever meet her or them?”
Keith: “I didn't realize I had relatives in Tokyo until last month when my aunt from Hawaii told me my other cousin intended to study here.  Ironically, my EAP program was approved and happened to be at this university in Tokyo.  At the same time, my company opened up a special position out there while my university will pay for part of the fees with me being an English teacher for an honors class out there.  All this is pretty cool actually and coincidental.  The only unfortunate part is that I'm having only three university courses as opposed to my typical six because few of the credits transfer.  They told me that I was actually far overqualified in most instances, but gave me exemptions based on doing extracurricular projects.”
Kris: “Jeeze.  But going back to your cousin, what do you think she's like?”
Keith: “I have no idea.  Probably some quirrely runt with wabbit teeth.  Let me say that if she gets in my way, I'm going to put her in a headlock.”
Kris: “Dude, you really gotta stop watching all that wrestling.  What's next?”
Keith: “Powerbomb onto thumbtacks.”
Kris: “Well, if she turns out to be cute, you could...”
Keith: “Sell her on Sunset Blvd for $20 a shot?”
Kris: “You know you haven't even met her.  How do you she's bad?”
Keith: “I've heard about these little spoiled brats in Japan.  Get me this, get me that.  If she asks for one thing, if she cries about one thing, if she makes herself into a nuisance, I'm putting her over my knee and give her what I think a lot of these kiddies out there deserve.  If you smell what Keith is cooking!”
Kris: “Fine.  I'll leave her alone.  So how are you going to find them?”
Keith: “I think my mom has a picture of my aunt somewhere the other day.  I haven't bothered checking it out.  I mean, I don't want to be looking at my aunt.”

On the train to Narita.  Hitomi Kuroki, 43, and Aya sitting together.  Aya has her Japanese to English dictionary while Hitomi is reading a small book on American culture.

Aya: “How good do you think cousin's Japanese will be?”
Hitomi: “I don't know.  My sister-in-law told me he was studying at his university.”
Aya: “I've been teaching myself English!  This is the first time, I've-, uh oh.  I mean, I've been practicing even more than usual so that when he arrives, I'll be able to speak with him.”
Hitomi: “Hopefully, he'll understand us.”

At LAX.  Kris standing near the scanning area as Keith returns with tickets in hand.  Keith clasping hands one final time with Kris near the departure zone.

Kris: “Remember.  If you don't get laid within two weeks, you're in the boony zone.”
Keith: “Don't worry.  There's enough of me to go around to every pretty lady in Japan.”

Shot of Keith entering the departure zone, again only from waist down.

Next shot of a JAL plane taking off presumably towards Narita.  

At Narita in the lobby.  Hitomi and Aya sitting near the arrival exit.  Next to the pair is a tour guide bearing a sign for a group.

Aya: “Maybe you should've made one of those.”
Hitomi: “I don't know how to write in English though.”
Aya: “I thought you said his Japanese was decent.”
Hitomi: “I don't know how good.”
Aya: “So how is he going to recognize us?”
Hitomi: “I sent his family my picture.  I was going to include yours as well but I couldn't find one.  It is an older shot of me.”

Minutes pass by.  Camera glances at the announcement board.  His flight having arrived half an hour early.

Aya: “We aren't late, are we?”
Hitomi: “No. It seems like his flight got delayed slightly.”

Both waiting in the lobby another 10 minutes, standing and sitting at the lounge chairs.  Both examining the exit as most of the current people awaiting their arrivals and receiving them.  Aya in particularl looks quite cheerful as she examines each foreigner coming out of their respective exits.  Most greet other foreigners.  However, there's one guy who is quite attractive that approaches their area.  Smiling at Aya seemingly he waves at her and she reciprocates the gesture.  Then he bypasses her and greets another Japanese guy who dressed in extremely tight clothes, both exchanging in Japanese words in a very feminine matter.

Aya: “That was strange.”
Hitomi: “It's getting late.  We've been waiting here an hour.  Maybe we have the wrong day?”
Aya: “What if he's lost?  Perhaps you got the wrong time.  You know that they have something called AM and PM over there?  And the clock is something like 17 hours behind?  What if he forgot to set his clock to the new time?”  Camera begins circling around in a confused manner, going this way and that, showing Aya searching almost everyone.  Finally, there's a hectic bump where some faceless Asian guy drops his glasses.
Guy: In English.  “Goddamn fuck!  You little cunt dropped my glasses!”
Aya: Rushing to grab them and hands it back.  In English.  “I'm sorry.”  Examines the guy wide-eyed as he slips his glasses on, revealing Asian eyes.  “Huh?  Oh my god!”  Withdraws a bit.  Hitomi approaching in case Aya is in trouble.  “It's....it's...it's....”
Hitomi: “Aya?”
Aya: “Kim Jong II!!!!!”
Guy: “What the fuck are you talking about?”  Pauses as the camera looks up towards Hitomi.  In Japanese. “Aunt?”
Hitomi: “Keith?”

Camera pans from Aya to Hitomi and circles around, lifting higher as if both are looking at the guy standing up.  Then the camera starts aiming at the person's fit, clad in beat up Nike shoes, white socks, bare legs, shorts, an Iron Maiden heavy metal, a tote bag, guitar strap, and up to a Japanese face with glasses, short cropped hair.

Aya: “Cousin???????”

Cut to the introduction.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2005 14:23:48 -0600</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[i'm not looking forward to this week at all.  first, i have jury duty tomorrow (well i gotta call to confirm; lazy bastards).  then tuesday my project is coming due.  my friend Ayako leaves back for Japan tomorrow morning.  I didn't even have the opportunity to see her in person once for the duration she was here, although she sounded like a wonderful person.  Saturday, I have a doctor's appointment with my optometrist whom i haven't seen since i graduated from my university (i'm trying to get contacts again).  and my finger just hasn't healed up yet.

but i think trials like this are here for a reason.  to test our courage and see if we can perservere.  i think if i can make it through this week with my head up, there will be true rewards for my triumph.  bear with me, i'll make it yet....]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2005 23:33:33 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>absolute last straw</title>
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<description><![CDATA[i no longer want to live in the states again.  i don't want to be near this country.  okay, so my experience with jury duty the first day was horrible.  nothing but waiting around.  for a justice system, it's pretty ominous with so many rules you have to abide by.  i want to give up this so-called "civic duty" just as i want to relinquish my "right" to vote.  i don't care what happens anymore.  i just want to leave as soon as possible to some place saner and less harsh (japan).  i really regret making that fatal decision and should've asked to have withdrawn my issue and just stayed with NCG.  the US lifestyle is just too painful for me.  there's no light at all at the end of the tunnel.

also, i've always hated my life ever since i've lived here.  now i know why.  this place is just fucked up.  it has a fucked up, irresponsible, hypocritical history that tries to shove down everyone's throats what a wonderful nation this place is.  boo-hoo.

but you know what's going to fuck this country up?  mother nature.  notice now how hurricane rita is destroying texas.  why?  guess which senator and president are from that state.  it's karma.  

hopefully, my current karma inverts itself very soon with a nice offer letter from japan.  if not, i'll marry someone out there and leave this place permanently.]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 18:29:58 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>jury duty....</title>
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<description><![CDATA[just horrible.  they're still in the selection process.  i had a migraine afterwards and felt really ill.  i can't believe this country is 33% run by this shitty system!  it's about as old, antiquated and inefficient as the garbageheads they put on to preside on these things.]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 20:48:07 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>what a week...</title>
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<description><![CDATA[this past week sucked too.  got stung by a bee, finger is still messed up, had the stomach flu, car insurance came due, some nasty bugs at work, and just overall way too busy.  only got a trial group of contact lenses.  have to go back into the doctor's office next week.  but i saw my laptop coming in soon.  that should be cool.  now, i'll have yet another system to futz around with.  it'll be my portal system that i can take to my friend's places.  dual boot with fedora and xp.  xp is for games and whatever else.  fedora is of course my #1 choice for an OS.  that'll be fun (and time consuming since i'll have to once again install fedora and all the bells and whistles...)]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2005 01:45:20 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>so tired lately...</title>
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<description><![CDATA[been overworked and then my stomach has been in pain.  i hope i'm not developing an ulcer.  mostly, my stress comes from commuting.  just the thought of driving to Hollyhell every day ushers in cramps.  but soon this will be all over... ]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 12:47:37 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>this is awesome!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051103/ap_on_fe_st/toilet_seat_lawsuit

more ideas for when i return to japan.  too bad most japanese have those little hole in the ground toilets though because that would be damn funny.]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2005 14:05:14 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>trusting no one</title>
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<description><![CDATA[i trust no one.  is that surprising, my readers, considering what i often say?  so the recent thing of a friend (or two) revealing my come back to Japan.  that sincerely upset me.  why?  it's because of trust.  i dislike flakiness.  i dislike people who tend to forget their promises towards me.  but that's everyone.  everyone lacks the ability to solidly resolve everything they promise.

which is why one should never promise, or at least minimize what they can offer.

still though i detect more manipulation at the upcoming job.  yes, before i step in the door, i sense me being a pawn once again in another power struggle.  i don't consider myself great by any means, but the fact that people are seemingly depending on me for their schemas is deeply disturbing.

but what's good is that i recognize this.  and what's better is that i have my own objectives: i focus on me.  that along with a true sense of self-humility will be my saving grace.  remember your roots and know what your ultimate goals are.

just a warning.  don't think for a second that i'm your pawn.  when the bazooka turns the other direction, it's ready to fire without a consciousness.  i'm glad i recognize what we are: just animals.  consciousness is deception.  guilt is deception.  all social constructs of a super structure.  remove the totality and you're left with the base of whom we are.  remember that because we are not so great that our twisted value system are above anything nor truly meaningful.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2005 21:59:43 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>constant anxiety</title>
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<description><![CDATA[if you really know me, you'd really most of my angst comes from constant anxiety.  i'm someone that just worries too much about everything.  i'm not sure why nor what the real issue is.  i'm not certain if it's that i care too much or that i'm scared of something occurring, or both.  

as you may know, i'm returning to japan shortly.  i should be as happy as fuck.  no, that's not the case.  instead, my mind is more concerned about the little things leading to that point.  and not only that i'm thinking march and april.  march is when it gets warmer and april is tax time in the states.  shit, i haven't even got my visa, and i'm worried about taxes here in America!!!

sometimes i feel my brain is too logically structured with layers and layers of complexity.  i'm not being conceited here but just revealing how i feel.  and the thing is that i'm not saying that complexity is a good thing.  it's like i have all this knowledge that i've been accumulating over the years, but with more knowledge comes the penalty of partly understanding your situation.  they do say ignorance is bliss.

sometimes i admire some of my female friends in japan.  like my friend keiko.  i shouldn't call her ignorant, but outwardly she's so carefree.  she's one of those people that's able to live for the moment and not bother with the future.  me, i can't help but look to the future rather than the present.  that sometimes paralyzes me into doing nothing.  i keep looking at my parents, whom i believe had tried living at the present.  so i try to live by the rule that i constantly plan for the future.  problem is that you never can predict what will truly happen so your elaborate schemes just go into the toilet.

it gets so frustrating at times that it seems easier just taking a gun and blowing your brains out.  i feel overwhelmed all the time where i can't concentrate on the simple things.  then i do worse and try to overachieve because i'm so ambitious, leading me to do absolutely nothing because i want to accomplish too much at once.

what i really need is someone to tell me exactly what to do.  like a manager.  most of my friends would say that what i need most is a wife.  not necessarily a kid, but a good wife to settle me down in a literal sense.  i need that woman to take a frying pan and bash my skull in hard enough so those anxiety synapsis get crushed and i don't have to deal with those issues anymore and just live day-to-day.]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2005 02:34:52 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>almost cleaned up</title>
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<description><![CDATA[still got more to do, but at least i was able to clear a few sections and even vacuum.  i feel so much better!  it's like what the Chinese say about Feng Shui (sp?)  i think living in a clean, clear, open area really makes a difference on one's mood.  soon i'll be able to proceed and move a little more around and hopefully clean up some more.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2005 01:30:31 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>almost finished packing</title>
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<description><![CDATA[got most of my critical stuff packed.  i just feel that i need a few more pants.  some of mine are a little ratty.  with all the sales it's probably a good time to pick a few up.]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2005 18:13:06 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>phase 1 complete</title>
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<description><![CDATA[movers just finished their job.  i'm exhausted.  tomorrow is the dentist.  hopefully that goes equally smooth (pray!!!!!)  if tomorrow goes well, then i should be done with the majority of the painful stuff and just need to focus on next thursday.  step by step, day by day....]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2005 11:45:36 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>nice deal @ Robinson's</title>
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<description><![CDATA[just picked up 7 pairs of Docker's pants.  they're having a nice sale where this stuff is about $30/pants.  mine were getting pretty ratty so this was great!]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2005 17:43:50 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>almost to the finish line...</title>
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<description><![CDATA[unlike Red Leader from Star Wars, i'm beginning to feel like Luke Skywalker with Han Solo blasting Vader and his cronies into a spin as I'm about to toast the Death Star with my proton torpedoes.  Why? no caveties!  well, this time!  of course, other obstacles exist (namely that sometime i'll have to go to get my wisdom teeth pulled....ugh!) but this was bothering me for sometime.  at least, i won't have to worry about this particular issue.  

so when will the general pain go away?  i say in three months. well, 5/5/2005 hit and i don't recall anything spectacular happening (meaning that i might've misheard something about that date; damn Millenium show!!!!).  so things are going smoothly now.  my guess is that the 1000th execution of that inmate happened as a sacrifice for my teeth.  yup, you heard it first folks.  people are sacrificing themselves for me left and right.  so he didn't die purposelessly just to become a number, a statistic for the US.  he sacrificed himself for my teeth!

at any rate, this bodes well as we head towards next Thursday.  hopefully, there aren't any more hiccups along this path.  i'm staying as low as possible so i can cruise to home.]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 23:10:57 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>avoiding sickness</title>
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<description><![CDATA[i think i managed to avoid a nasty situation in the upcoming weeks by staying at home today and being a convalescent for a day.  last night the Chinese Cafe 8 place nearly did me in along with an chocolate cake that i partly consumed prior to heading off to bed.  take that with the cold blast and a snoring little Yuri, i thought i would relapse into my prior state which i just recovered.

fortunately, some toast and old fashioned orange juice provided the succor to regain my health.  that along with a day of sleep.  it was great.  i feel a lot better probably up until i have to move again to Akasaka.

still my upcoming plan is to stay healthy.  here's some theories on avoiding sickness in Tokyo:

1) avoid staying out all night.  if you're below the age of 25, your body most likely can tolerate the constant change.  being 30 and nearing 31, i have to watch my youthful propensities and settle for the all nighter only the day prior to an upcoming weekend.  especially right now as the temperatures dip.  one's body is especially vulnerable to this stress so anything else, will guarantee sickness
2) stress the body out but in a controlled environment.  translation: exercise!  putting stress on the body is a good thing, but it must be constant and consistent.  you can't do this all at once.  you must attune the body slowly so that it naturally becomes strong.  your body is rhythmic and is scheduled so everything is tuned to this aspect.  i don't think many people realize this and end up doing funky things to themselves that causes a breakdown of their bodies.  however, stressing the body out through exercise is a positive thing as you allow your body to get used to harsher conditions.  later, you'll thank me for this tip as will your body.
3) better eating.  greasy, oily food is just going out the window.  i will only eat this stuff prior to 8 pm and at most twice a week.  this stuff is just deadly  and after coming home last night from the Chinese spot, it made me realize how horrible it is.  my stomach was twitching from the grease and i felt convulsions run through my body since i've slowly weened myself away from greasy food.  i think if i were to eat something like this, i'd prefer it in a warmer climate.  colder climates just abet the queasy sensation of being sick which leads one to move to the path of illness.
4) eat more organic foods.  more salads, fruits when possible, fish and tofu.  my system needs a cleansing.  i can feel how my fat around my stomach negatively influences a lot of my mood, mobility and ability to do things.  it's not that i'm super sized, but even simple things like putting on my shoes can be a bit of a hassle because i had been dieting improperly for so long.  now, i'm going to try eating better.  that doesn't guarantee fresh food all the time, but at least being more aware of the contents and moving towards having salads, etc. in my diet rather than merely what tastes good (something that i believe is killing America)
5) stay on target.  avoid any mishaps with my schedule.  try to go to sleep at a regular time.  if i can force myself into the habit of getting to work at a good time, then my stress level will be reduced overall.  but a lot of that is all about having good sleeping habits.  mental stress probably is the worst thing someone can encounter that'll allow one to get sick easily.  part of the reason why i got sick a few weeks ago was due to me being depressed about my teeth.  if i can reduce my stress through arriving on time, that's a huge bonus.  heck, at least now i don't feel ulcers from the constant traffic in LA.

overall, i think if i keep to this plan, i should do pretty well.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2005 06:53:18 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>where to live....permanently?</title>
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<description><![CDATA[my friend baku is inspirational to me in the sense that he gets to live in two spots at once.  and he gets to live in two spots more or less i want to live in: Tokyo and LA.  but that situation along with a lot of Japanese women's question posed to me centers around where i will be living in the long term.  i've finally decided: both places.

ideally, what i'd like is to get a permanent place here.  the purpose is mostly lifestyle where i can work and eventually raise a family here (in Tokyo).  specifically, i don't know where yet.  but hopefully in a few years, i'll be able to pick a place up.  for my retirement home, i'd like to choose either Las Vegas or LA.  I really dislike what LA has become, moreso with California since the Governator took over.  however, i've been thinking that i need a retirement home as well as a vacation spot.  what better place than vegas?  sure, i can't afford a home yet not over there, but again in a few years, i hope to save up enough money to pick something up over there.

i'd prefer to retain my parents' home in LA.  but it's been so damaged that i don't know if it's worth salvaging.  what i'd like to do this year is save some cash up if possible (through my bonus if that comes around) and dunk a part of that into my parents' home just to redo the roof.  later i'd fix up the plumbing.  but all this depends on how cruel Mother Nature is to my mom.  if the house can hold out another year, i'm certain i can at least fix up the roof.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 25 Dec 2005 06:59:32 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>back!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[for the attack!  er....that's an old Dokkken song, helping to date which era i came out of ;)  anyway, got my internet (finally!!!) yesterday so i'm up and running.  having a laptop massively helps because i'm not that dependent upon a monitor and other peripherals (at least in regards to moving around).

regardless, things are going well.  i mean it did snow like hell yesterday and my backyard (or whatever you'd like to call the thing that sits in front of my porch) is still frozen, but other than that my life is definitely better than in LA (thus far).  hopefully, the year will continue to be a positive one.  more comments on various ponderings in other blogs later.  just saying "alo!" to all my hommies :p]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 22:21:16 -0700</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[today i had my birthday.  in general, i've never celebrated my birthday since i was small.  today (literally) was the first time i ever celebrated my birthday.  i mean, not just alone.  last night, i went to my friend Mio's bar just to get wasted.  they had a special DJ event so i felt a bit intimidated (Densha Otoko).  fortunately, i knew the two workers at the bar so i didn't feel completely alienated.   however, around the 5th drink my friends presented me with a nice bday drink and a small present of chocolate brownies.  thanks guys!!

today, i did a little work at home.  afterwards, i went to Shibuya to hang out with Baku for his going away party.  I got to see Emiko, Sawako, Taiga, Keika, Hitomi, and a few other friends that I met before.  It was great seeing them again.  Out of nowhere after the main course was served, they presented me with a bday cake!  Tanjyobi cake nanda!!!!!  I didn't have to jump off the roof in Akihabara!  i was so happy and embarrassed since I've never celebrated my bday since my childhood.  usually, it was promptly forgotten.  this time all these people were there to sing me happy bday!  arigato gozaimasu minasan!  Densha-kun has indeed returned to Tokyo!  

maybe my most interesting gift wasn't the cake, but meeting all these people.  especially this weather announcer from NHK!  that was so cool!  i love it here because i get to meet all these interesting people!  hontou ni uresehii yo!

-America no Densha Otoko]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2006 08:11:08 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>ton of pictures!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[tons of pix from japan!  click on the link to check out my new albums for akihabara, akasaka, roppongi, and a few others.

btw, i think i lost one of my memory cards :(  i'll be pretty pissed off if this is the case because i had some nice shots of my spot next to tokyo tower that i wanted to share.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2006 09:22:34 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>extremely sick again</title>
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<description><![CDATA[got a nasty fever this weekend along with bodyaches.  think my ear is infected too.  feels like both ears get clogged up.  might be because of the pressure in my head.  this really sucks :(]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 21:32:04 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>something apple and some others taught me</title>
<link>http://www.keithwatanabe.net/blogs/2006/3/13/8e69611addcf65d94a4cd6208b780a3a.html</link>
<description><![CDATA[there's always a possibility for a second life/wind.  but you won't get it unless you have a first life.  so build your success now and not worry about others.  people are always worrying about other people but not giving enough of a fuck about themselves.]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 05:45:39 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>filed my taxes!</title>
<link>http://www.keithwatanabe.net/blogs/2006/3/26/72012ce4a83a98a163487bce36441969.html</link>
<description><![CDATA[yippee!  now i don't have to think about this garbage.  damn.  the government should just do this automatically.  it's such a pain.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2006 08:21:55 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>why being evil is great</title>
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<description><![CDATA[being good sucks.  you have to please people and are always attempting to second think for yourself or worse yet others.  

however, when you're evil, you can tell anyone to go fuck themselves.  better yet there aren't any standards for being evil.  you just live for yourself.  

in the world of D &amp; D, of course, this is all subjected to a certain pattern of alignment.  however, in reality you gotta look past that and into things beyond the gray edges.  i hypothesize some of the most evil people are some of most self-sufficient.  i admire that.

but it's also a lot of fun being evil.  first you don't have to justify your actions.  imagine kicking a dog because you feel like it.  some compassionate idiot would come up to you and say, "Why are you kicking the dog?"  most "normal" people would have to justify it.  an evil person could just say, "because it looked like fun."  of course, the "normal" could never understand what fun it is seeing a dog leap 20' in the air in a defiance of physics before re-obeying that notion.  

i also think that good people must be of lower intelligence.  part of their dilemma is that they're bound by the rules of society.  an evil person would not be bound by those limitations.  look at how Christians are bound by their belief in non-existence (aka the Christian God)

another thing that comes into play is Darwinism to an extent.  i believe those who do a lot to ensure their survivability must be intelligent.  those that can maximum this are probably the most intelligent.  giving credit where credit is due, i think bill gates, for instance, is intelligent.  his donations to science (namely biotech) reek of self-interest.  infinite life anyone?  screwing as many whores without fear of AIDS?  come on!  we want infinite potential!  science and technology provide increased access to extend our limits.

compare this to a daredevil skater.  sure they get all the chicks but look at how busted up they'd end up in the end.   there's a reason a show would be called "Jackass."  

anyway, just musings....]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 29 Mar 2006 05:38:08 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>horrible month</title>
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<description><![CDATA[this past month was horrible but it seems as if things are getting worse.  first, i feel really bad for my father.  another birthday will pass and no one is going to be there to visit him.  i had another awful dream about my father; it's the same thing, him being able to speak and just crying about how lonely and awful his life was in the nursing home.  i want to bomb that place badly.  it seems so miserable there.  more than that i'd like to personally the doctor who fucked me and my father over on a one way ticket to hell (you know whom you are mr. matsuura).

then my job....i'm starting to wonder if it was a good idea in returning so soon.  all the plans i heard just went down the drain.  my manager had announced two days after i joined and then my other coworker is about to leave.  sure that leaves two positions open but it makes me vulnerable.  some people wish that they were thrust into a higher level of responsibility.  not me.  there's higher levels of responsibility that are positive and there's being dumped on your head in a concrete pool.  as typical of my life, it's the latter case.

on top of that, people have been mad at me.  what else is new?  my coworker got mad at me last week since i accidentally mentioned to some other female coworkers about his marriage.  then today my friend Keiko got mad at me because i was concerned about her welfare.  she asked me, "What happened to you?"  it's not about me, sister.  but see, that's what happens when you're concerned about other people's welfare.

then there was that horrible mistake of letting akiko stay at my apartment.  she suddenly disappeared after the fact that she was bugging me at annoying times of the day to let her in the apartment when i was clearly not around or sleeping.  now her crap is sitting in my guest room.  the lesson learned?  fuck other people.  let them take care of themselves.  think about only myself.  we're just overglorified animals.  

in my case, it's that you either keep up or surpass me.  

oh well.  just another horrible month.]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Apr 2006 08:05:41 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>why i'm a huge advocate of masturbation</title>
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<description><![CDATA[masturbation is probably such an underrated and useful tool in a man's arsenal (not sure about women on the other hand).  and it's such a shame that people ridicule masturbation.

first, the most obvious thing about masturbation is the relief of one's immediate emotions.  in my terms, masturbation brings intelligence to men (again not sure about women).  once a guy ejaculates, it's my suspicion that he mostly comes to his senses.  it's like beating an animal to near death only to realize the animal was his dear pet; at the last minute you realize that all those feelings were pretty pointless.

one of my friends pointed out that if the world lacked women, it would be a fairly peaceful place.  i completely disagree.  the US armed forces are clear proof that this is not true.  the thing is that guys need to relieve themselves of their biological aggressions.  that's just how it is.

another point of proof for me that masturbation is a great thing is, imo, the difference between southern states and Japan.  yes, i just said.  i believe that in southern states where religion is a vital part of life, masturbation is outlawed and so a lot of guys aren't allowed to rationalize their biological tendencies.  so you get these weird ass psychos like that guy whom the Silence of the Lambs was based on because of the strictness of religious life.  compare that to Japan where there's tons of ways for a dude to get off.  it's not uncommon out here to hear about some old guy in an adult shop just waxing his tail.  but the difference is that people here are pretty calm for the most part.  you don't hear too much about some of these bizarre murder cases that involve some sexual element.  my theory is that there's a link in the freedom of sex that the Japanese can enjoy whereas Protestant/Catholic America doesn't.

the other thing about masturbation is that i believe it's effects allow one to gain focus.  think about being in an office where there's tons of hot women.  how the hell can a guy do his work properly?  simple: masturbate.  if you're all outta juice, why would it matter?

anyway, i guess part of this discussion came from the time i was on campus at goold old UCI and saw this old man wearing a body cast with tons of graffiti.  one of the more remarkable writings had, "Masturbate and Be Free."  Preach on brother.]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 03 Apr 2006 08:23:11 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>God truly despises me</title>
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<description><![CDATA[earlier it was supposed to be a nice day.  more than that i was invited to a picnic.  en route to the picnic, i decided to take my usual walk using aoyama-bochi.  then it just came down and i took my second shower of the day.  worse yet, i was about 20 minutes from any convenience store since i took the middle route so i could even purchase an umbrella.  i ended up walking to omotesando in the hopes of securing a ride via train to akasaka.  that hope was dashed when a bunch of inconsiderate idiots decided to wait along the fucking sides of the staircase so i couldn't even get down!  by that time i was thoroughly drenched, my clothes were ruined and i'll have to wait for my shoes to dry for a few days.  sucks like hell.

i ended up walking home out of stubborness.  actually ran home because by this point my eyes were blinded by the rain.  my stupid home is too far away from any one train station so there was little point from bothering taking one.  

by the time i got home i was so exhausted i could barely do anything.  what a waste of a day.  now, i'm starving, energiless, and numb from the running.  what a horrible day.

in the morning too, i received an email from a girl i really like.  i mean REALLY like.  it's always strange when someone like that sends you an email.  you have to wonder what it means and why they spent the energy communicating with you.  i responded in asking her what her plans were but she replied that she just wanted to say Hi.  cock tease.

God truly despises me.  Then again i never really liked the guy myself.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 20 May 2006 06:22:45 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>messed up sleep schedule</title>
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<description><![CDATA[reminds me of that show fight club.  if one were to imagine that they could feel insanity literally seeping through their brain, that's how my physical condition is at this point.  lack of sleep, not understanding reality, living in a surreal world.  most of this due to the environment.  tokyo is a horrible place relax your senses.  it slowly removes your sanity until you no longer can decipher reality.  it's a great city to be in, but it's impossible to sleep here.  the crows should be shot and bikers along with them.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2006 16:15:00 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>not a bad day</title>
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<description><![CDATA[of course, i mentioned the incident or temporary victory at work.  afterwards, i was able to sneak out and hit the train early so i could see my new "Moe" out in Chiba.  i got lucky today in catching the express, so what would've been a 50 minute ride out to Kaihinmakuhari was condensed to a nice 20 minute ride.  so i got a few extra minutes to spend with "Moe" or my Hermes.

we wandered around a bit trying to find a nice restaurant.  prior to that i secured some tickets to the Da Vinci Code; turned out that wouldn't be necessary, but more on that later.  we ended up at an Italian spot on the other side of the station, opposite of where the theater was located.  the food was so-so, with the cream mushroom pasta being the best thing around (note to self: need to take her to a better spot sometime!!!!)  it was nice starting out this way; however, i kept tripping up in what to say.  i have a bad tendency to not say what i'd like to say during dinner.  i truly need a private spot to get my feelings out.

however, i said a few complimentary words which were gracefully accepted.  despite this, i still have doubt about myself and her position.  are we just friends?  will some point of fruition come out of this for me?  only a few more dates, patience, and perserverance will tell.  i think my favorite two lines i gave her was, "Your companionship is invaluable" and "There is no price to be put being with you."  I have a million more, but it's all about timing, which tends to go against me.

We hit the movie and I felt nervous the entire time.  i commented about her ring on her finger which was very gorgeous.  i wanted to just take her hand, especially during some of the more shocking scenes to quell her anxieties.  yet my own trepidations paralyzed my movement and self-doubt gripped me as if i were a quadraplegic.

although i was into the movie, i was more into her and my head spun just by being around her presence.  afterwards, i wanted to badly tell her each moment looking into her eyes was like taking a knife and stabbing it into my heart.  it was that painful because her beauty would literally suck the breath from me, as if being shot into the vacuum of space.  i didn't want to fuck up again, but i am Densha Otoko and I have found my real Hermes.  i wanted to find my resolve in all this; today went well and it's rare for such a thing to happen.  then when the stars line up like that, you really want to grab hold of something because you don't know how long a moment like that would last before karma and other factors of chaos would invade your life.

although i was able to receive a pair of hugs from her, that's not what i truly sought and what i wanted to parlay.  destitute of my destiny, i returned hoping not to miss the train and yet hoping that the train would miss me before i could step foot into the station.  of course, i made it as i am typing here, but my courage was left once again back in Kaihinmakuhari.

I am once again your real Densha Otoko. Please help me find the courage once again to propose to my Hermes.]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2006 10:36:40 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>my lungs!!!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[i discovered there's a wet sauna at the Tipness gym in roppongi, so naturally i decided to give it a try.  oh my god!  that was sooooo friggin' hot!!!  i mean, my lungs nearly exploded.  to top it off, just as i sat down, the vents spewed some of the hottest mist.  i think the place was overkill because even the ceiling was dripping heavily.  i had to run out asap as the drops from the ceiling incinerated my body.

then i went to the dry sauna as i normally would do.  it actually just felt lukewarm by comparison!  

afterwards, as i was taking a shower, i felt as though i had gone swimming and was attempting to breathe strictly through my nostrils underwater.  however, after i got out, my body felt great!  my lungs were pretty cleared despite all that.  i guess i'll go back and try it again sometime!  maybe i might even try it the next time i feel as though i'm coming down with something.  i'm curious if i'd be able to swiftly sweat out a virus....]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 31 Jul 2006 07:39:06 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>dumb fuck at the gym</title>
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<description><![CDATA[i'm not the world's most fit person.  nor am i an expert on weight lifting.  but there are times when i hit the gym and see some real dumbasses working out there.  if you can even call it that.  back in Kitasenju there was bad curling man.  in Akasaka Park Building there was oyaji running man.  In LA Fitness in Torrance, there was oyaji part 2.  Now, there's extremely bad form, horrible physique idiot fuck.  

extremely bad form form, horrible physique idiot fuck is this japanese dude wearing a bandana at the Tipness in Roppongi.  he goes around 7-8 and last until 9:30 or so.  he's not a particularly old person, probably mid 30's.  however, he does what i call the "oyaji exercise" plan, which is doing all these shitty movements in an attempt to look like he's exercising.  first off, he thinks that constant motion will do something for him.  okay, maybe i'll give him a bit of credit because he does sweat a lot.  but his motions for me are really wasteful.  first, his form sucks!  i mean, i've never seen these types of minute exercises with minimal motion and small weights.  it's pathetic!  i mean, what exactly is he exercising?  then he gets in the way because he's constantly jogging when he's not doing his mini-motions.  it really pissed me off tonight because he was doing some silly aerobic-like hip rotation motion thing with some light dumb bells and i was awaiting to use the bench.  then some inconsiderate fuckhead showed up and moved the bench to one of the power racks.  why not just use the free weight bench or the power rack that already had a bench?  anyway, essentially i wasted time awaiting for that bench to become free, which it never did (not to mention the only other two benches were being used and one with another oyaji type just selfishly doing lameass exercises).

anyway, i've seriously wanted to punk this guy out.  i don't mind people utilizing equipment that i want to use.  that's just normal.  but i absolutely hate fuckheads that get in the way and don't do anything meaningful at the gym.

the saddest thing is that someone should correct this guy.  like a trainer.  at LA Fitness, there was this oyaji who was making a racket by putting a ton of weight on the bench press.  what he'd do then is just barely lift the bar up and then jerk it up and down.  (what the fuck is that?)  fortunately, some fairly fit guy talked to him and pretty much set him straight.  i wish there were more kids like that who'd tell these foggies to friggin' exercise properly!  you'll never catch me putting on a ton of weight just to show off.  i prefer good form to heavy weights any day of the week.]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2006 09:40:41 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>bitter weekend</title>
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<description><![CDATA[after seeing one of my Moes, i thought my luck was turning up a notch.  guess again.  my hard drive died and i almost lost my camera (fortunately, i found it on my desk).  i was planning to have dinner with a friend but that got cancelled so i ended up eating a load at the old McD's.  ugh.  felt depressed and hateful.  

tonight, i tried calling my friend again but no reply.  geeze.  i hate getting the run around.  on top of that, few people have been replying to my emails.  been lonely recently.  

watched a ton of Beavis and Butthead on youtube.  best thing though was finding Max's Ginga No Chikai there.  I love Reina.  I want her badly.  if people continue fucking me over, i will only settle for her.  i don't care what other people think of me.  fuck you all.  may your intestines catch on fire, your lungs be filled with dog feces, your toes ridden with in grown toenails, and other methods of agony.  i think this was a clear message to me that my only destiny is not some half assed answer.  the answer has been and always will be Reina.

hit shinjuku tonight in attempt to persuade myself again that i have a life.  no money though.  walking around kabukicho at night is like window shopping for a girl in Ginza.  only usefulness coming out of tonight was getting some cruddy sushi at the kaiten place just before kabukicho.  one piece of salmon nearly created a new nostril for me from the misbegotten wasabi.

btw for that little poser girl who created some shitty movie called "I am Niponjin" or whatever fucked up title: fuck you bitch!  i hope the next time you fly over the pacific, the engine fails and you land in Mt Fuji.  you are not, nor will you EVER top my "My Cousin From LA" story!  i should sue your ass for plagerism skank!]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2006 11:28:48 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Tons of photos added!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[finally had a chance to upload a new batch of photos to my yahoo album.  clicks on photos and check out the Yakata-bune, Yokohama, Downtown LA, and K & C albums.  Also, the Vegas, Friends and HLIKK albums have been updated.  Vegas has now over 100 photos!]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 11 Aug 2006 23:15:18 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>liposuction or pure starvation?</title>
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<description><![CDATA[i'm thinking of getting liposuction.  i just can't get into a routine of losing weight and fast.  but i think getting my stomach vacuumed would cost a lot of money.  so the cheapest thing to do might be to live off of pure water.  no more gym and this will be extremely cheap while giving me more time to work on my home projects.  i can save a lot of money this way.  it's not as if the rest of my body is shaping up in a positive manner even though i work out like mad.]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 08:12:22 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>suicide solution</title>
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<description><![CDATA[not the ozzy song.  but sometimes i get this desire for my mind to go blank.  permanently.  not feel.  not worry about problems about my dad, mom, job, health, life, etc.  i get these massive mood swings.  is this manic depression?  maybe it's my diet.

but whatever it is, i just don't want to feel.  it seems easy.  becoming part of oblivion.  you see your life one day and what you ought to be, but then you realize that there's all limitations set before you.  worse yet, you start to realize what and who you are and the fact that you're in this bound box, unable to escape.  you can't even control what your body does to you nor what comes out of your head.  it starts to affect you to the point where the word control even has no meaning.  you wander, aimless, meandering throughout this world.  purpose has no meaning.  your purpose is an accident.  your existence is a freak accident.  just one stab in the chest while you were a fetus and you wouldn't have to worry about this crap around you.

i felt sorry before seeing my dad half paralyzed.  i think he was crying for three reasons: loneliness, helplessness and the inability and inevitability of oblivion.  now, he must think on a daily basis, "is this the last day?  i can't even make it my last day!"  sometimes i wish i could go up to him and ask, "Do you really want to end it?"  i'm certain ever since he was couped up this notion was etched into his mind.

yet the doctors coldly hook him up and force us to pay a fine for the governments so-called ethics.  suicide is only bad because Christians and God fearing fucks say it's bad.  i don't understand why taking away pain is a bad thing.  my non-existence on earth provides another job for someone else.  there's more soil, more air, more food, more space.  i regenerate what's around.  if i'm miserable and in pain, i just cause misery to all around me.  what kind of productive position is that?

if i left, i would leave to escape the pain, suffering, sadness, responsibility, mind, emotion, all these things that bug me.  i wouldn't have to worry anymore and no one would ever have to deal with me again.  it's not like my existence seems to improve the lives of others in any meaningful nor significant way, except as a dumping ground for their problems.]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 11:06:45 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>got sick?</title>
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<description><![CDATA[my throat hurts like hell from the air conditioning and dryness out here in vegas.  or so i think.  i don't have body aches though.  and no fever.  just my throat.  i went to the gym/spa yesterday.  maybe that had something to do with it as well.  right after, my throat just had this horrible feeling, kinda like when i hit an izakaya full of smokers in Tokyo. oh suckiness!]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2006 08:09:24 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>another horrible week passed</title>
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<description><![CDATA[this past week sucked hard.  my mind was so numb by the end that i realized a bullet through the back of my skull would've been a nice relief compared to being conscientious in this world.  There was nothing redeeming this week, except frustration.  it's as if my karma this entire week had gone sour.  not sure why.  i think it was a continuation from last week.  more than that though, i think i must've hung around someone with bad karma to have received this.  of course, the question is whom?]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2006 14:41:36 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>there is no such thing as A for effort</title>
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<description><![CDATA[i remember this kid in elementary school named George.  when i had to grade his papers for peer editing, i'd slam him because he couldn't get the job done.  then i was scolded by my teacher and asked to give him a boost for "trying."  he would come up to me and, "Hey, I'm trying!"  

to me that's an example of how pathetic people are.

Yoda was right in Empire Strikes Back.  There is no try, only do or do not.

At work, it seems like I'm forced to give A's for trying, rather than asking for just results.  Oh, but when it's my turn to try say for some woman, I get no credit.

Well, as Kevin Spacy said in Swimming With Sharks, that's the way it goes.

For me, there's no A for effort anymore.  Amazon.com doesn't want to take me in because I can't answer some stupid CS questions, I'll put my money in bookpool.com.  Girls only look at my stomach rather than how often I hit the gym or how much I'm pressing, fuck them in their cunts.  People say I have to change because I do't play fair, screw them, way it goes.  Just remember when you ask something from me, you better pay double in return because I ain't giving shit anymore for free.  No more A for effort.  Only results matter.]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 05:43:54 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>so numb</title>
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<description><![CDATA[i'm so numb with depression right now.  it's awful.  i don't feel like eating or doing much.  everything keeps going wrong, no matter what i do.  maybe i'm listening to too much judas priest again.

today, we tried to get through this one technology, but the enterprise architect shot it down.  another effort gone to waste.  there was a Dilbert that both described exactly how i felt at the end of today as well as seemingly mocked my life.

later on, i got a note in my mail box that seemed to talk about the loudness of the stereo.  after i got in, some little robot rang me up.  i think this guy came on the weekend as well and that he's from the office.  what a fucker.  probably the asshole below has been complaining.  i should take a shit and leave it on the person's front door step.

but i'm so sick of this shit.  i'm so tired and pissed off at everything here.  i just give up on everything.  there really is no point.  i get so little support from people, everyone just wants to act as my manager but no one actually DOES anything for me.  all i want to do is just be mindless and sleep.]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2006 04:47:39 -0700</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[just so busy these days with work and life that i hardly have time to write or do anything meaningful here.  the only thing i wish is for more free time.  well, hopefully today goes smoothly....]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 16:47:32 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>Bought a Toaster</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Okay, it might not seem like a big deal for many, but this baby has been on my "wish list" for a while.  The big thing for me is that now I can toast waffles and English muffins.  Yes, this is a huge deal for me.  My microwave didn't seem to have a setting for toasting.  But now I can toast!  Yippee!!!!!]]></description>
<pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 22:17:51 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>marriage</title>
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<description><![CDATA[something hit me as i was reading over hamasaki ayumi's bio on wikipedia and thinking about giving my coworker xing kang palm to the back of the head.  i either need to marry a REALLY stable woman who'll settle me down by administrating sex nightly or i have to marry an absolute nutcase.  i think hamasaki ayumi is absolutely insane.  maybe a step ahead of me (i think she really wants to turn into a cat while i just see nuclear bombs hitting at ground zero around people i hate on a daily basis).  i'm thinking that naturally i'm the type of person no one would ever expect would have any commonality or chance with a woman like that.  hell, she's dating that prick faggot from Tokio supposedly.  and i hate everything about her.  so by that definition, that would almost make a perfect match.  i think she's probably on massive amounts of coke, crack and whatever to give her inspiration.  but what if she can't attain a higher form of high through chemical substances?  what if i'm something like a higher substance for people?  my inspirations are all natural, stimulated by forces i cannot explain (maybe it's this weird combo of day old Chicago style pizza with 10 Munchkin donuts from Dunkin' Donuts and orange Gatorade along with waking up at 5:25 am, watching old Venom Bad Hair Kung Fu movies and working for a shit company like HLIKK).  either way, i have this odd feeling that if i had a day with her, we'd click (given that there would be no language barrier).  it's scary....and strangely soothing at the same time.  not soothing in a fetishistic sexual fantasy manner, but just oddly soothing.  like meeting Jim Morrison along Sunset Blvd in LA while discussing birth control back in the 70's.

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<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 05:47:32 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>marriage 2</title>
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<description><![CDATA[i think i understand it now.  i think i understood it before too.  weirdness is not attracted to me.  i'm attracted to weirdness.  i can't stand inane babel of the banal.  i need a mental high.  while in tokyo i kept looking for normal women to date, but there's nothing that clicks for me.  probably because i am looking for something normal.  i know i need something normal to calm me down.  the angst inside of me only can be counterbalanced by something of equal polarity.  the notion of calm would probably generate more angst and disturbance than anything.

it's partly why i've been so attracted to Geino in Japan rather than the average woman.  the attraction isn't just the looks but something else that exceeds the norm that binds me.

there is no real weirdness to me.  weirdness actually may seem like normality to others.  the notion of stable, calm, and unchanging is the exact thing that unhinges me.  i need chaos in a way to be inspired, to work with and to not feel insipid.

i think this is partly why i haven't found anyone.  it's not that i can't find a nice girl, it's that the nice guys around me have nothing outside of material beauty to stimulate me.  the real stimulation comes from the avante garde, the new experience to boost and harvest my sense of creativity.]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 05:56:11 -0600</pubDate>
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<title>Great Exchange Rate....For Me!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[110-en to $1.  It's almost like getting a raise.  Hopefully, the rate will go up just for tax purposes then go back down.  But it's a telling story of the US economy really tanking compared to the world.  The dollar is extremely weak right now, supplemented through the subprime lending issue.  But truthfully, it's a trickle down effect from the housing bubble burst.  Now, the banks are getting hacked.  The Feds will probably lower the borrowing rate again to stimulate the economy.  By the time things correct themselves, it'll be 2-3 years later and we'll have a Democrat for a president :p<br />
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Either way, it looks like my decision to stay in Japan was a good one.  Oil prices are still skyrocketing with no slowdown in sight.  Housing prices are still outrageous.  SoCal just got killed with all the fires.  Most of my friends are out here now.  My mom is doing better and I managed to fix the largest issue in LA for me (my mom's roof).  Well, I'll just stay out here a little longer until these issues are fixed.]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2007 21:50:36 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>Crazy Week</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Lots of parties.  Monday was particularly physically harsh on me.  Birthday for my coworker.  Went to an izakaya and I barely made it home.  When the shochu was pouring, I kept drinking as though it were water.  Man, if there was going to be a night I'd puke, that would've been it.  Somehow I managed to stumble back home (again).  Very fun night.<br />
Last Sunday was not insane in terms of drinking (at least for me), but just a riot over at my friend's friend's place.  Had Brazillian that night.  Great food.  She's a SUPERB cook.  But the best part was my friend eh-ya, (that's what I call her) getting piss drunk and using me as a punching bag.  I haven't had a good laugh like that for the longest time.  Ended up staying over and having morning coffee with three women.  Watched Superbad too.  Only myself and eh-ya saw it.  Really needed to show it to everyone.  That is just THE premier house party movie to show (and to show how it's done).<br />
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This Saturday is another party.  Don't know the people but there'll be some cool people coming down.  What a great week!]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 08:52:16 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>Slow Week For News But HyperSpeed in Terms of Life</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Wow, for the last two weeks, almost every night has been me going out and hanging out with people or being involved in some activity outside of my place.  Fortunately, this weekend will be a three day one so I can actually stay at home and concentrate on some much needed activities there (i.e. sleep).  These past few days though have just been nutty.  Check it out:<br />
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    <li>Home party two weekends ago.  Stayed over while watching Superbad.  Three girls there and one was snoring :p</li>
    <li>Only worked out twice last week.  Hung out with Dan one night and ate at TGIFs.</li>
    <li>Last Monday.  Coworker's birthday.  Got flippin' drunk.  Coworker was pouring me endless cups of shochu and I downed each cup like water.  Barely made it home that night and barely made it to the office the next day.</li>
    <li>Previous week before that I only could work out once since the rest of the time was meeting people every night for dinner.</li>
    <li>Last Thursday met up with some friends over at Shinjuku.  Grabbed Krispy Kremes and El Torito for dinner.  Yeah, sounds healthy, huh?!!?</li>
    <li>Friday felt terrible and went straight home.  Needed the energy for Saturday.</li>
    <li>Saturday another home party.  Saw some old friends.  Didn't get too drunk but met some cool new people.  Hung out until 6:30 am.  Came home and almost immediately passed out.</li>
    <li>Sunday was me sleeping almost all day.  I'd wake up only to fall asleep again.</li>
    <li>Monday, yakiniku party with two of my friends in Tokyo at my favorite yakiniku spot in town.  Got stuffed.  Had conversation with friend at night to cap it off.</li>
    <li>Thursday.  Anticipate Thanksgiving dinner or someone will be like Benny Hill</li>
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Just a really nutty few weeks.  I've always wanted to know what having a life was like.  I tell you, if I were in LA, I'd only be able to do this once every three months.  And that's because I'd have to go to Vegas for having a real life.<br />
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It's a damn tragedy that the stupid Japanese government is going to start fingerprinting foreigners and make them stand in the non-Japanese line.  I say this because I want to show that I'm conflicted in living here vs being politicized here.  Living here is fun once you get passed all the primary day-to-day bullshit.  So I guess, I'll have to deal with it once every few times a year now.]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 09:11:15 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>I Gotta Move....</title>
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<description><![CDATA[My area is pretty convenient overall for location, but my spot is too small, too cold in the winter, and tires me out.  I'm in the middle of a dip, squished in between a few hills.  Getting to work is a bitch in the morning because I have to ascend this horrid hill on a daily basis.  <br />
<br />
People think, &quot;Hey, that's exercise!&quot;  My retort is, &quot;No, it's feet torture!&quot;  Everyday my feet around the 3 minute mark fill as though I'm walking on hard stones.  Not jagged stones, but stiff bumps that shoot straight into my foot.  By the time I get to the train, I'm hobbling around.  Out here, it gets so bad sometimes that I'm easily able to wear the soles of my shoes out in about 6 months.<br />
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This city is very intense.  It wears you out fast like coke to an addict's nose.  I figure that part of my problem is probably location.  Now, I'm only two stops away from my main spot - Shibuya.  However, I have to jog 10 minutes up hill, fight through crowds every morning during my one stop transfer (it's really annoying!),  fight through more crowds as I descend from the Ginza-sen towards the South exit of Shibuya and then traverse a bridge because people here don't know the words &quot;user friendly&quot; or &quot;architecture meant for humans.&quot;  What ought to be about 10 minutes worth of a hike easily turns into 40 minutes.<br />
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The problem now is that my office is located in a VERY inconvenient spot, tucked away near the South exit of Shibuya.  I'm glad no typhoons hit.  Sadly enough, the office had moved about 5 years ago from a place that would've been about a 3 minute walk from my current residence.  Talk about timing!<br />
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Of course, I've been saying I gotta move for months now.  Unfortunately, the timing couldn't be any worse.  I have to renew my contract because I simply don't have enough money for key money, deposit, agent fee, and moving cost.  So I'll be forced to hold off for at least another 4 months while I accumulate some savings for this purpose.  <br />
<br />
On the bright side, despite the Midtown opening up next door, my rent didn't go up any.  I will get nailed financially a bit in January, but for now I'm okay.  I don't have a ton of debt so I'm not horribly worried, especially with payday coming up next Monday.  And with the exchange rate at a nice 111/$, I'm doing decently.<br />
<br />
That said, in terms of where I move, it's a huge question.  I really like the Kita-senju area.  It's a wonderful place and I truly miss it (minus the overly congested subways in the morning).  This time I don't think I'll be able to live out there.  Certainly, Kitasenju has a train that goes to Shibuya via the Hanzomon-sen, but this makes little sense for me at the moment since it's not really convenient using it either.<br />
<br />
I've been eying the Saikyo-sen a bit, perhaps Ikebukuro.  That'll take me right there.  But I heard rumors of the office moving so I thought about holding off.  Overall though, I need a much bigger place because I've outgrown my current spot.]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 09:28:33 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>Three Day Weekend!</title>
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<description><![CDATA[We're getting a three day weekend out here.  Started it off last night with a nice Thanksgiving meal with my friends.  Turned out quite good considering we had about one day's notice to inform everyone.  Managed to get 17 people to the party.  All you can eat and drink with turkey (they had to buy the turkey separately.  Quite a good night actually.  I managed to even get decent sleep.  I'm quite happy that I can take a few days off to rest.  Hopefully, I'll get off my ass to do something (like getting the hell out of the city!)<br />
<br />
Better yet, my company paid me early.  Sweet.  Last time I checked the exchange rate was at 108.  Monday is going to be sweet.]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 22 Nov 2007 20:53:55 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>Vacation</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Well, I started my &quot;vacation&quot; from yesterday (Thursday).  And guess what happened?  I wake up with a sore throat.  How ironic is that?  Well, I guess it's better than getting sick and having to go to work.  But this really sucks.]]></description>
<pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 00:16:13 -0700</pubDate>
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<title>High School Popularity Contests</title>
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<description><![CDATA[Remember those stupid polls you'd take your senior year about &quot;most likely to succeed&quot;, &quot;best looking&quot;, &quot;craziest,&quot; &quot;biggest fistfuck around?&quot;  I hated those things because I realized from an early age that things like that meant nothing.  They assigned silly meaning to a tiny sphere of influence in this universe.  What was strange though was that no one ever had the &quot;least&quot; category like &quot;least likely to not work at a gas station,&quot; or &quot;least likely to not take a syringe&quot; (so I'm making double negatives; sue me).  But I suddenly realized that I wish there was a least popular or better yet, most hated category because I want to sign up immediately.<br />
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Being least popular isn't the same as most hated, and vice versa.  Least popular just means your invisible.  I feel that way sometimes.  In high school, sometimes I believe that people actively ignored me, except when it was convenient to utilize me for some service.  Out here in Japan, I feel the same way.  I think people want to avoid me for some reason but don't admit it outloud.  Reminds me of this Twilight Zone episode two decades ago where this guy was stamped with something that made him an exile.  His punishment was that no one was allowed to speak with him, even other people with the same punishment.  He was allowed to do anything he wanted, including theft, but in the end, he longed for human companionship.  <br />
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In my case, I almost feel like I can do what I want.  I practically can say anything, although recently I've been admonished about my foul language (don't give a crap anyway).  I can't steal so that's the only hardship I'd face in comparison.  However, a primary difference at this<br />
moment is that I'm slowly losing my desire to long for human companionship.  It's getting disappointing.  You try your best, you try to be who you are, and then you get shot down.  People wonder why I'm cynical, it's just that it grows gradually.  My cynicism is a virus described at best, the infection growing daily with all the shit, stupidity, and people trying to convince me that I'm fucked up as facilitators in all<br />
of this.  In a way, I kinda wish that someone would come up to me as a representative of this world and just tell me that they don't want<br />
me here.  I wouldn't care nor feel bad, at least I'd hear some honesty for once in my life.  In that sense, I'd actually actively want<br />
to receive the whole least popular vote.  Maybe people won't bother me anymore and I wouldn't be tempted to put anymore faith into people.<br />
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Then there's the whole &quot;most hated&quot; category.  I really want this one these days.  I've always said that if I were to become part of wrestling, I'd only be a heel.  I don't think I have to try that hard either at it because I firmly believe most people out there naturally hate me.  It's as if upon seeing me, people seethe with automatic prejudice and determine my background and my relationship with them all at once.  I think being the most hated would be pretty fun too.  My friend from Caltech once told me what the difference between going to getting into Caltech/Heaven and getting into Hell was: you actually have fun getting into Hell.  I thought, &quot;Hey good point.&quot;<br />
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The main thing about being the most hated is that you really don't have to try for anything.  You don't have to please anyone.  You can<br />
just tell people to fuck off when they annoy you to death.  That's the beauty of it all!  You don't have to worry about people, except<br />
yourself.<br />
<br />
I guess if anyone bothered reading such a rant, you'd probably wonder why the sudden expose on this?  Honestly, I'm just fed up trying<br />
to make anyone happy.  I don't feel like trying anymore.  It sucks.  I'm getting old, lazy, fat, and I really don't care anymore.<br />
<br />
Right now, I'm sitting at home just after Christmas, playing a stupid video game and I'm actually quite happy for once.  I don't have to<br />
worry about going to a stupid job and dealing with stupid office politics and idiots trying to tell me how to behave.  I can eat what I<br />
want, have my own hours in terms of sleeping, play games as much as I like.  It's great!  I noticed that all my stress occurs whenever<br />
I have to deal with people.  When I'm by myself, everything goes great.  I don't have to take responsibility for anyone except myself.<br />
<br />
If I got the most hated category, I'd probably just work for a few more years and then pick up a cheap condo out in Vegas.  Then<br />
I'll live a quiet life with perhaps some job that I can do everything from the interface of a computer.  No interactions, no phone<br />
calls, just email requests.  Very efficient!  Honestly, I don't think it's such a bad idea after all.  Imagine, getting married and <br />
having a bunch of stupid, little brats running around!  Truthfully, I'd hate the idea of having another mini me running around the house.<br />
<br />
Anyway, I don't think being the least popular and most hated are such bad things in the end.  It just makes one more self-sufficient.]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2007 13:03:09 -0700</pubDate>
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