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Thursday, July 27, 2006

my bad luck


check out this badboy! If mitch roan was a japanese seafarer this is what he would own


one of Japan's more unusual pieces of architecture


some of Japan's many many faceless buildings


the temple where I discovered my curse


the future doesnt look too bright for me. Yesterday I went to a huge temple in tokyo and got my fortune taken. And it wasnt too good.

No.5 BAD FORTUNE LUCK

Although you work hard, your family business will not yet be prosperous. Obstacles and damages are coming over continuously. Whole situation will be really dangerous. Just like black clouds cover moonlight, many accidents will happen. Also it looks like a beautiful lady burning perfume in her bedroom, suffering from anxiety.

*Your wishes will not be realised. *A sick person will not recover. *The lost article will not be found. *The person you are waiting for will not come. *Building a new house and removal should be stopped. *Marriage, making a trip, employment are all bad. Everything will come out bad, so you should be patient.


Thanks very much.

My two favourite sentences from this are; everything will come out bad, so you should be patient. Excellent advice, I will just sit back and wait for my life to fall apart. How reassuring. My favourite sentence though is this: Also it looks like a beautiful lady burning perfume in her bedroom, suffering from anxiety. What the fuck? That is one trippy sentence but in truth one that pretty much sums up my life. If my life was described by a Japanese alcoholic and then translated by an heroin addict from Oxford st. However, I have taken the fortunes advice on board. I have cancelled any future plans and purchased a huge plastic bubble which I will live in from now on.

GOOD times.
keep it clean
love syrella

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

ultimate dominoes and some amusing photos







ahoy there fellow sailors!
if yarr turn yarr head starrrrbard yarr might see some amusing photos. The first photo is from a sign I saw the other day at this national park/botanic garden/zoo type thing i discovered. Look at the bottom left item on the sign. I mean how many people have unicycled illegally in the park to necessitate putting it on the sign? Amusing.

The second photos is a funny translation on a plastic bag from a bakery near where I work. If you cant see it because the photo is crap, it reads like this:

Women baking bread on Sunday With flour-dusted cheeks
They push up their sleeves And at the breadboard knead With strong fingers,
hands and bodies. Warm and yeasty, the kitchen is Filled with promise.

Now this sort of attitude is exactly what we need in Australia. Women belong in the kitchen cooking for the bread(ha)-winning man. When I get back to Oz, im going to open a bakery and only employ women with flour-dusted cheeks and strong fingers.

NOW, ultimate dominoes. No its not traditonal dominoes with guns, its a pointless but entertaining fad where some crazy Japanese kids make dominoes out of EVERYTHING. And I do mean everything. Watch the one in the apartment first and then to truly blow your mind check out the one in the school.

Here's the apartment one
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tL6E7R4IbCM

and the one in the school
http://tvinjapan.com/blog/2006/07/13/bakuten-domino-how-to-stack-nearly-everything/

well, as always, its been emotional.
All the best to most of you (you know who you are. and aren't)
Peace

Thursday, July 20, 2006

blubber commercial

clement wrote this in his last email...

You have a choice of 3 challenges:
a) Write your own bad Japanese TV ad for whale blubber. Or
b) Come up with your own Japanese TV gameshow.
e.g 'Bunt's happy happy wish luck gameshow variety hour'.
c) Describe a day in the life of the fictional town called Rugby.(This last one could be a little too easy for you).

i managed to resist the temptation to do number (c) and opted for the blubber ad. So here it is (those offended by the butchering of whales best not read ahead)

Blubber Good! ™

“Come and get the blubber, the blubber is your lover, the blubber is your friend!”
Is the jingle for the whale blubber company, Blubber Good!™

The ad is set at a beach.

Two Japanese chefs, fully decked out in Iron Chef-style gear are standing at two wooden tables that are covered in a variety of cooking apparatus. They are brandishing two huge silver cleavers, one in each hand. The emperor then appears and the chefs bow politely. The emperor barks a curt order and four heavily set Japanese men then come in carrying two small whales. They throw one on each table and the emperor gives the signal. The two chefs then proceed to butcher the whales whilst the four men and the emperor dance around singing the jingle in Japanese. The chefs are flicking blubber everywhere and a large piece hits the emperor in the face. The music is cut and everyone stops and looks horrified. After a pause, the emperor pulls a stupid face, wipes off the blubber and says down the barrel of the camera, “Blubber Good!” ™

Then everyone keeps dancing and singing and a bunch of girls in bikinis come onto the screen and start rubbing whale meat all over their bodies. Then the song ends and the company name, Blubber Good! ™ is emblazoned on the screen. The screen goes black but after a second flashes back to the scene on the beach. The sun has set by now and the emperor is alone, rubbing blubber all over himself singing the jingle. This shot is held for two seconds and the ad finishes.

more karaoke, a spot of j-league and my first japanese lesson

well well,
although its felt like a pretty uneventful week, looking back there's been some good times, SO good in fact that you will now spend the next few minutes reading about them.

Monday night i did karaoke again, this time with my crazy mates from work. The place is very cool, u get your own room with a huge table and u sit around, have dinner, drink and there just happens to be a TV, two microphones and two of the heaviest books you will ever find, chock-a-block full of songs to inspire good times. Karaoke was MUCH more fun in a bigger group and also with wiser song collection. Radiohead and stuff doesnt really go that well in karaoke but hotel california, layla and bohemian rhapsody do. IT was also cool b/c the japanese staff that we work with came out too and it was nice to see them belting out some j-pop classics instead of seeing them stressed, serious and overworked.

Yesterday I had my first japanese lesson. It's a sweet deal here, there's these volunteers who teach lessons for free once a week so I signed up and met Yoshi, who will be my teacher for this year. He is 70 year old who can speak 4 languages, wears a top hat and has an aura of authority and sterness about him. He was really friendly and we spent more time chatting about his life than actually learning japanese. I have quite a lot to learn for next week, im not sure what ive got myself into to. But i get the feeling that if i dont learn everything he told me too he will strike me with his cane (if he had one)

Last night I went to my first j-league game. I was anticipating this since the weekend as I was very keen to see silly japanese crowds first hand. And they didnt dissapoint although Ive been told that jef united (my team) has one of the quieter sets of supporters. They were very colourful and loud and fully sung from 30 mins before the game until afterwards! The game was extremely entertaining, the stadium is really small and close to the pitch so the view was excellent. The standard was pretty good, probably quite a bit more skilful than the a-league but still prone to the brain explosions that you see in australia. Apparently this was one of the better games my friend had seen so maybe the standard isnt always that good. The most humourous moment was in the reading of the team. Jef has this gimpy austrian called mario haas and the stadium announcer announed him as "super mario haas." There is even a fan u has a haas flag with number 10 on it (his number, duh) and their is a little mario hat on the 1. All in all thoroughly enjoyable and I also got to meet a couple of japanese lads who are very cool. THey are organising a japan vs the rest of the world futsal game in a couple of weeks so i will get to show off my silky skills.

alrighty, that has been my week, i hope ure weeks have been filled with similar excitement. Not oodles planned for the near future so i might need to do something stupid so i have something to write about.

booyakasha

Monday, July 17, 2006

its that time again ladies and gentlemen, thats right its time for everyones favourite blog to be updated! (canned applause starts)

Well well, its been a fairly interesting time here the last few days. I actually spent my days off this week doing something constructive (i.e not playing scrabble) and ventured into Tokyo. Initially I was dismayed as I had my heart set on visiting Yokohama, which is Japan's second biggest city and only a bit over an hour from here. Sadly, my inability to get out of bed in reasonable time meant that I missed the bus and unwilling to wait 1.5 hrs for another I reluctantly decided to visit Tokyo.

I started in Shinjuku, apparently the place to go if u want to see quintessential Tokyo; neon lights, immense skyscrapers, strangely dressed japanese youth and sex shows. I found the first three but I couldnt find Shinjuku's red light district and no I didnt spend all day looking for it. Just a few hours. But I did find two temples and a huge botanic garden which seemed ridiculously out of place in amongst the labyrinth of Pachinko palours and huge department stores. I strolled around the garden for a few hours and then decided to devirginise myself at another of Japan's customs, onsens.

Onsens are hot mineral baths that use water from miles underground. There are onsens everywhere in Japan, some small rural towns survive on the popularity of their onsens in much the same way Guyra survives on incest. Anyway, I wasnt really too sure what to expect when I went. I was asked to take my shoes off and put them in a locker and then go and pay just under $20 bucks to use the baths. Then I had to choose a yakuta, which is a huge colourful robe which I presumably had to change into at some point. There were about 15 different designs to choose from but mose of them had samurais on them so i picked a samurai one. Then I got pointed into a change room where I was to change into my yakuta. This is where I started to get confused. Was I to get fully naked now? I hummed and harred for a while and decided to nude it up. The yakuta was really comfy and I strode out into a mall type area with food stalls and traditonal japanese sideshow games. Very cool. I went to a unisex foot bath which was a little boring but picturesque. Then I went to the mens bath. Now things started getting really confusing. I was given two towels, a bath towel and a small 'modesty' towel presumably to cover my privates. I was told to put my towel in a locker and go out to the baths. When do I get nude? I went to my locker and looked quizzically at a nude indian next to me. He gave me instructions in English. Thank god. I got undressed, put my towel and yakuta in the locker, partially covered myself with the modesty towel (more or less pointless) and strode out into the baths. Before entering u have to wash yourself with a little bucket of water, strange. I spent the next hour or so checking out the different baths - some very like spas, some very unbearbale hot, some were cold, some stunk, some had bubbles in them, but i went for the outdoor hot spring. It was SOOOO relaxing but I couldnt fully submerge myself because I was sunburnt. I chatted to a korean guy for a while and then went inside. I nearly fainted after going in the cold bath which feels like ice after sitting in a hot one. Then I went and showered and cleaned (they have shampoo, conditioner, body wash and shaving cream) got changed back into my yakuta and sat in the mall and had a few beers. Great times, the best thing I have done in japan so far by miles.

That was rather long.

By the way, the Pachinko/slot place in Goi opens at 10am each morning and on the way to the train stop just before ten yesterday I actually saw a pretty significant lineup of people waiting to go in. Seeing gambling is illegal here it seems many people still have a gambling problem. So star city isnt that strange after all.

hope everyones well wherever u all are.
Westside till I die

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

by the way.........

i nearly forgot, i devirginised myself at karaoke on sunday night. Me and a friend were in a room for like 3 hours until 5am. I even missed the world cup final! what the fuck! i thought it started an hour later and once i realised i had missed the first half i decided to stay. It is really fun, they have a mega selection of songs, i was singing kings of leon, beastie boys, radiohead, all sorts of stuff. it is so addictive, we couldnt drag ourselves away from the room. Good times. Also, there was the weirdest love triangle that night. There was a chick (gemma) who is engaged but has been screwing another worker for the 3 months she has been here. Then, her fiancee came down to visit and all 3 of them were hanging out. She was all over both of them at various times. They were both called dave as well. The night before D2 (not the fiancee) and gemma were together. Then D1 (fiancee) came and it was SOOO weird because everyone at the bar knew that D2 and gemma had been rooting and poor old D1 was oblivious. i bet D1 will be pleased when he realises he's spent thousands of dollars to visit his fiancee and she's been fooling around behind his back.
Classic soap opera.

Also, i finally got to see the japanese girlfriends of some of the locals. They are actualy really good looking and are with the seediest english and aussie dudes. These dudes are like 30 and horrid and have these cute little 20 year old girlfriends. It was fully like the seedy europeans in thailand. One guy who had a gf is actually a really cool guy so maybe its not all bad.

time to go!

japanese efficiency

move aside the germans, i think it is safe to say that japan is the most efficient country on the planet. here are some examples of the unerring professionalism of the japanese.

1. the rail system. Japan's rail system must be second to none. The trains are never late unless something has happened on the tracks, like a person has jumped in front of the train or whatnot. They arrive to the minute and leave on the minute. Their efficiency is such, that their are markings on the platform showing where each door will end up when the train arrives. Occasionally it is a metre off but rarely.

2. shopping. When you buy something, the attendent puts your goods in a plastic bag and puts the handles together and aims them so you can pick up the bag easier. Ergonomic but pointless.

3. Public toilets. In some public toilets there is a little knob to hang your umbrella next to each urinal.

4. bars. some bars have rooms that you need to take your shoes off to go in, so you take them off at the start of the night, someone puts them away for you in a little cupboard (gremlins) and when you want to leave the shoes are waiting for you, even facing the right way so u can slip straight into them. If u need to go to the loo, or leave the room, they have several pairs of (tiny) sandals for you to where.

5. shopping centres have a little automatic machine that wraps your umbrella in plastic so you can bring it inside. In fact, umbrella innovation is huge in japan.

earthquake update: I have now inadvertendly slept thru two earthquakes. One happened the other morning when i was asleep.

alright, time to enlighten you on the 'snack' bar phenomenon. 'snack' bars are seedy little establishments where japanese businessmen pay hundreds of dollars a night to simply chat with middle age korean ladies. I think some have sex as a bonus but many of these bars are simply for chatting to a seedy old lady. The other night, i was walking past one on the way home (there are tons in goi) and two men and a chick were standing on the footpath looking very drunk. When i walked past, one guy lifted up her skirt compeltely and she stood there baring her underpants laughing hysterically. They said something to japanese in me which i didnt understand and then toodled off presumably to have their way with each other. Very amusing.

thats about all for now,
hope things are all going swimmingly in your respective lives
peace out and be good to ure mothers

Saturday, July 08, 2006

speech impediments

ah yeah,
good evening to you all. Japan-wise i have no real updates except ive now been trained to teach kids and had another food disaster when i ordered what appeared to be a pork stirfry but was in fact an offal stirfry. Delicious. But the real reason im posting is to post my response to an 'assignment' adrian gave me. I emailed him and told him to tell me something to write about because i was bored. This is what he came up with:

i order you to write about people with speech impediments and how they have been treated by society throughout the ages. Discuss with reference to specific examples. Bonus marks will be awarded for incorporating rape (not really)


So, here is my official lecture on speech impediments. And no, there's nothing to do with rape in it.

Children have it hard. Adolescent peer groups are probably the most judging, critical and unforgiving social groups you will ever be part of in your life. The slightest sign of abnormality leads the groups to behave like savages, teasing, ridiculing and outcasting the unfortunate kid until they either become a loner or commit suicide. One of the most ill-fated abnormalities a child can have is a speech impediment. Being able to communicate is one of most primal necessities for kids to be able to the become part of a peer group. Not only does a speech impediment make it difficult for a child to interact with others, it renders their attempts to communicate hilarious. Now, I’m not saying that stuttering, lisping, stammering, mispronunciation of words, slurring and mutism is hilarious, but you have to admit it borders on humorous.

Take Alistair Duff-Forbes for instance. He was a class mate of mine back in primary school. He had a shocking stutter. He also used to wet himself daily. He also used to throw his cricket hat in the air to himself and commentate himself taking AFL ‘marks.’
Now I admit my peers and I may have shared the occasion laugh at his expense. I mean, a pants-wetting, schoolyard commentating, stuttering kid is pretty amusing, even though we only admit this behind close doors and in the company of an able-bladdered, not insane friend with perfect diction. In poor Alistair’s case, his stutter was a mere byproduct to his other unfortunate habits. As if he wasn’t ostracized enough by the impromptu urinations and autistic commentary but he stuttered as well!

But Mr Duff-Forbes maybe didn’t have the worst of it as a child. There was a kid in my primary school named Tim Grigg, who seemed normal enough. He was relatively normal except he couldn’t pronounce his own name! He said his r’s as w’s so ‘Grigg,’ became ‘Gwigg.’ The poor kid copped such a bollacking for not being able to say his own name that he never got the chance to prove himself as a normal person. Just from that simple mispronunciation his chances of having a stable and normal schooling were destroyed. Kids can be so cruel.

But its not just kids that suffer from speech impediments and the ensuing ridiculing, adults too can be derided and mocked for their condition. Take ‘Mark’ for example. Mark was a student at Charles Sturt University who suffered from ‘mutism,’ which is “the condition of being unable or unwilling to speak.” Mark was a classic example of a mute. People that lived in dorms with him hadn’t heard him speak in a whole year of living with him. He walked everywhere dressed in black, staring at his shoes, not saying a word, even to his dormies who inevitably took advantage of his mutism and spent hours yelling questions at him. Even under the most extreme pressure Mark remained mute. Courts, a well-known, larger than life, (literally and figuratively) university personality once bared her rather inelegant breasts to Mark to absolutely no response, except a shuffle away to his room to presumably knock one off over the only set of real tits he would ever see in his life.

One of the most surprising things about Mark was that he inexplicably chose to live in a dormitory. As you can imagine, dorms are extremely social and socializing is definitely not one of a mute’s strong points. He obviously didn’t choose to live in dorm for its friendly conversation and surely didn’t expect to move into a dorm with a clique of like-minded no-speakers, so I suspect his motivations were rather more sinister. If there was anyone I have met in my life who was most likely to be a murderer or suicide bomber it would be he.

Famous people too can be beset by speech impediments. When I was doing some research for this lecture – and it is an lecture (thanks Gervais) – I found a list of famous people with speech impediments. There were a few surprises; apparently Winston Churchill, Bruce Willis and Tiger Woods all have stutters. But the most surprising name in this list was Scatman John. Now, was the author of the website confused when he heard one of Mr John’s hits, or does he really have a stutter? Could the author have misinterpreted the early 90’s classic Scatman (Ski-Ba-Bop-Ba-Dop-Bop) as a man with a horrible speech impediment? Or was it the follow up smash, Scatman’s World that convinced the author of John’s problem? Funnily enough after looking into the Scatman’s career (I have no life) I discovered he did indeed have a stutter and furthermore was “the recipient of the Annie Glenn Award for his outstanding service to the stuttering community, and was also inducted to the National Stuttering Association's Hall of Fame.” I can only imagine the presentation night for this award. Since when was there a “stuttering community,” anyway? Not really attempting to assimilate into mainstream society are they? If anything, by segregating themselves into their ‘society’ they are making things worse from themselves. Do they walk around with ‘National Stuttering Association’ (NSA) T-shirts? I would imagine that stutterers would prefer to keep a low profile and not broadcast their impediment by having a “Stuttering Association Hall of Fame” and proudly wearing their problem on their T-shirts. What kind of masochists are they? Maybe they thrive on the attention, prosper on peoples ears listening to their every word, waiting for evidence that they indeed stutter.
“So, wh…wha…what are you doing tonight?”
“HA! You’re a stutterer! I knew it.”
“Guilty.”

So there you have it, a comprehensive look at speech impediments throughout the ages. Whether you stutter, stammer, lisp, mispronunciate words, slur or are a mute chances are you have spent your life living in isolation and communicating to the outside world only by a crude morse code. Unless you have no hands, which is a whole new lecture in itself.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

even better

i have no life

that's right boys and girls, i am an uber-geek (the use of the word uber only enhances this). I was bored so i made a video of myself doing chip tricks. If you want the special X rated version (shirts off and all) please send me a check for 50 bucks. The link to my visual masterpiece is here -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wB8ZdnOK85o

also, i managed to listen to the origin on the internet with triple j. GO THOSE MAROONS! sounded like an ep game. Wtf was gasnier doing at five-eight? did he have a shocker? Roy and HG were really funny, everytime Mogg got the ball they exploded. I got a phone today, the number is 09083039171 if u wanna call me. Try and msg me, i dont know how it works but. Matty Pol, the questions you would ask about this phone would be mindboggling. Its got features galore that i have NOOO idea how to use. Mainly because half of it is in Japanese.

peace out 2006

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

those crazy asians

hi there,
im cant sleep and am bored so i thought id try and list some silly things that japanese people do.

1. When they point to themselves as in "me?", they point to their nose
2. When they are thinking, instead of making thinking noises like 'um,' 'ah' they suck air through their teeth. This can be quite irritating.
3. Pachinko. Pachinko is a form of gambling where you buy hundreds of ball bearings and put them in a machine that kinda looks like a pokie machine. When you win you get shitloads more ball bearings and put them back in the machine, presumably until you lose. These places are everywhere and are insane. The noise these machines make is deafening. Added to the mania are slot machines which are SOOOO noisy (and take your money) These places are always packed and businessmen sit at machines for hours. A thick layer of smoke sits above the machines. If you've seen lost in translation scarlet and bill murray run thru one of these places after they leave a club. Mayhem.
4. Waste all their money in arcades. Arcades are everywhere and are full of all sorts of people playing any number of ludicrous games. Games like the dancing game and the drum game and stuff are taken to a whole new level here. The level of ability is quite extraordinary to watch. I get the feeling these people are autistic.
5. Choose inapproprate jobs. One of my students is a surgeon who has these horrible sores all over his hands. What from? He's allergic to latex. Brilliant choice of profession.
6. Have stupid but entertaining ads. TV ads here seem to have three rules. 1. Someone has to be doing something wacky. 2. There has to be a giant inflatable/plush/costumed 'thing' 3. The jingle has to be composed on a keyboard from the 100 Yen shop (that's $1)

So there u have it. Some of the wacky things japanese people do. I'll post some more as they amuse me.

big ups to murph and all the boys at the mish
big ups to my homies in sydney
big ups to ma and pa
big ups to higgins
big downs to mcgruther

Sunday, July 02, 2006

its my birthday and ill cry if i want to....cry if i want to.... cry if i want to...

hello there!
What a lovely way to spend my birthday. At work. However, every cloud has a silver lining. Today at work I taught a girl, 'that's gold.' she's going to aus tomoz and i told here to do it when she gets off the plane. He he. I also had a guy say 'he take a potato, to my shoulder' which amused me. Also, one of the examples of making small talk in the textbook is 'So, what about them (Bulls)? I told the student to NEVER start a conversation like that.
I've actually enjoyed work quite a lot, its really quite fun and interesting, especially if the student is relatively fluent. I had some cool chats about Thailand, Australia and the world cup today. Tonight Im going out with my fuckhead crazy flatmate Greg so its likely that at least one of us will end up in jail such is the insane partying that will be going on. Not a great deal else to say, ive been noticing strange and quirky things that japanese people do so im going to post them here when I have a suitable collection. Thanks for the birthday messages from everyone (by everyone i mean my mother) and i hope things are good down under, as they say in the classics.

And if mum or dad read this, please disregard the reference to rape in the previous post. (she consented) NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! just joking, i have a warped sense of humour largely due to Adrian. I can email u his contact details if you want to have words with him.

hate and discontent to you all

 
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