This is my second Christmas in Japan. I say that, but I should point out that that doesn’t actually mean very much because it’s not really Christmas in Japan. It’s more like my second December 25th here. That’s the time when I think how nice it’d be to eat a roast dinner with my family, initially refuse to eat Christmas pudding, but then have a little just so I can have some of the cream. Yeah that’d be so tasty. (more…)
The coach I rode to the airport on was fancy. Most of the journey involved sitting. As a vegetarian, the leather seats made me feel comfortably uncomfortable. The blue lights lighting the coach’s interior felt vaguely futuristic, as if I were in one of the earlier Star Treks, only with a higher budget. (more…)
Just chilling out waiting for my sofas to be taken away. Oh wait, that was five hours ago, and I still have my sofas. They won’t budge. I’m starting to wonder if they’re cursed – the mere suggestion of my sofas needing to be taken away is enough to turn even the most respectable house clearance professional into a paragon of unreliability. (more…)
I met my girlfriend about a year and a half ago at aikido. Aikido’s what I love to do, and one day she showed up to training with a friend, and stuck at it. We didn’t really talk very much, not until I found out she was into philosophy. Man, philosophy rocks. And cute girls who’re into philosophy? You may as well give me cocaine ’cause I’m hooked. (more…)
Recently I’ve been getting ready for my move and doing irreverent things like going to Centre Parcs. My flat is still full of too much stuff but at least I’ve cancelled my phone and internet contracts now. Spending time recently with so many people has made me realise how much I’m leaving friends behind. And I’ve still got a few more friends to see before I go so I’m making the most of every minute of it. (more…)
How much does it cost to live in Japan? Now that’s a good question. Some people say Japan is expensive, others say it’s inexpensive. Thanks internet, how did we make do before you? After a lot of research, I’ve decided it’s really another question in disguise. I don’t know if you’ll like it or not but I feel it’s my duty to tell you anyway. Hey, that’s me – always looking out for your best interests. So what’s the real question then? Okay, I’ll tell you: The real question is, “how low are your standards?”
I had a dream about aikido last night. I like it when that happens. It’s better than dreaming about a gay experience with a mechanic, at any rate. I dreamt I was moving too early in response to a punch to the midsection. I like being able to say this because dreaming about aikido means it’s always on my mind. If you dream about something, it’s like you’ve thought about it so much that it’s imprinted itself upon your subconscious. Usually, anyway – gay experiences with mechanics don’t count.