Monday. Date with Masami cancelled for the third f***ing time. I’m really starting to believe I’m being jerked around here. Believe you me, my patience with girls is rather extensive, but it was being chiseled thinner than a ramen noodle with this girl. She had promised she’d come to my Sayonara party tomorrow, I was tempted not to believe her, and making use of my sudden spare time I had a steak dinner with Hama-chan and then went for one last beer at the neighborhood pub with Kakeru. We talked about the future, about friends and about basketball. It’s tough to [View Full Entry]

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I immediately knew today was going to be a kickass day, because the first thing I saw when I opened my curtains Saturday morning was this thing→. After that I didn’t put a third thought to the whole ordeal last night. It was one of my turns. And the outcome can’t be helped any further than what I can do about it myself, which is my best, and that being done, is satisfactory to earn me peace of mind. It was stupid of me to fall for an older woman, I should’ve listened to Shakespeare’s advice. She’ll always only be a [View Full Entry]

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Friday, and so comes the last weekend I’ll spend in Japan for a year. That wasn’t something that really dawned on me until Monday really, and that’s essentially the nature of summer for me—what makes it so great—not worry about it till later, just let loose and ride till it’s time to get off or change stations. I met Ms. Kawakami at Hachiouji, and we walked the street and ate Takoyaki and Yakisoba and Lamune and talked about stuff. Man she was nervous. And you could see it in her stride. Tomorrow was her interview. She was vying for a sponsorship, [View Full Entry]

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So I started this week in a search for more Asians. Pulling favors from everyone I knew and asking around wherever I felt my intuitions tingling, I searched high and low for Louhaiyii’s could-be companions. After an exhausting day from the deadly combination of actually having to do real work and my extensive search efforts, I retired to the comfort of home and after an all too brief hour of sleep I awoke for my rightfully owed plate of hot dinner. In the cafeteria sat Lou next to a stranger. They were speaking in Chinese and sitting down wide-eyed with my [View Full Entry]

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I’m often accused of overthinking things, which is to a large extent the very truth of it all, but my defense is this: the overly analytical is my business. I’m a writer, it’s what I do. You never write anything without thinking it over a great deal, unless your name is Dan Brown, or JK Rowling…but now that I think about that those are two very wealthy and popular individuals, who also happen to have published several international best sellers and I haven’t sold peanuts in a ball park. Maybe I should stop thinking. Trade dignity for fame and trade self [View Full Entry]

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I've been too distracted, I forgot to mention a few things. Tuesday I had been asked by a company senior, Mr. Mita for dinner. I hesitated to say yes a little because I did have a possible alternative, and that's when he clasped his hands together and said "please" all nice like and explained he had a favor to ask me, and it was one he couldnt talk about in the office. Now what the hell could that possibly be? Shorty after I had accepted his invitation, Ms. Takahashi said my name which made me insanely happy--which was a nice change [View Full Entry]

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You’re probably all wondering? Is he bi-polar? Short answer…yes. Although I’ve never confirmed it, I’ve had the suspicion for a while now, but I don’t wanna see a doctor about it because of my inherent distrust of all humanity. That’s a different psychological issue altogether that won’t be discussed…Moving on: I didn’t leave her at that. After scrambling around my tiny little room and pouring two fingers of brandy into a plastic cup, I picked up the phone again and mailed her a really romantically neutral response. English equiv [View Full Entry]

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It was exactlty five hours from when I prophesized that something might go wrong that somethign went wrong. I had finished typing up yesterday's post. I hammered out the last foreboding line of that post at 5:10 PM after a quick cup of coffee with Ms. Kawakami and a a short chat about things we did this weekend--Let it be known that certain details were intentionally left out--I answered all the pent up emails that Rie had sent me. About four in total. She wanted to make plans for the weekend, and I obliged her and told her I'd meet her [View Full Entry]

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**warning: if you are too immature to deal with so called 'adult' themes or not immature enough to appreciate lewd humor then stop reading now and you'll remember me fonder. I havent recieved any hate mail so far, but if you toss me some after you read this post I would't hold it against you, but consider yourself fairly warned. - - - - Man what the f*** is going on here? I really got a say, if I didnt understand myself before, I'm spiralling off to the vast nothing right now. I've tripped over my ego to the fringe of [View Full Entry]

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So the warning label said. But you and I both know, I’m not the kind of guy to pay attention to warning labels. On Tuesday, I had opened up a dialogue with Ms. Rie Suzuki, the waitress from the Yakitori shop, via email. She had emailed me the last night asking me to come by sometime and say hi, so I messaged her to tell me when and then we just got to talking a little. It was time for some b-balling. After repeatedly inviting Masami to come watch, she finally told me around dinner time that she was too busy, [View Full Entry]

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