My first Christmas

I love Christmas if not for my balls. They busted, they exploded. I pumped them too hard with too high air pressure inside, sealed it tight, and fill it with mercury. Heavy as alloys, loud as exploud.

Christmas Wishes

Today with Vincent yes. Fun yes. Interesting life.

Five Days of Shame... or Fame?

Being different can be because of a possession or a lost, or at least that is what depends on the work of the mind.
I am talking about my hair. If I did not perform this task now, after I graduate, have my real jobs, acquire real networks, submerged in real business connections, there will not be another chance.
It is, anyway, no a lost at all. Here is the least of what I got, little or big:

- Roommates: have things to talk about prior to meeting
- Classmates: frequency of conversations increased
- Concerns (Offer for hair to be trimmed, properly): one by roommate, two by classmates, one lended ￥15,000 in anxiety of me not sufficing to feed myself
- From work: Got everyone's attention. Befriended, have more things to talk about, learn new things about coworkers, which did not happen during the first month of the start of work (not a mere conversation since then).
- Be more friendly with the restaurant manager, who helped me with my haircut.

See? Differences are not necessarily bad. In fact they are not bad at all. People judge, people talk, people laugh, but the one who makes the decision to laugh along and make more friendship opportunity is you, and the one who chooses to be depressed and shy away from the outside world before eventually rotting to death, is, you, too.

My First Japanese Haircut

It has been a long time since the first universe ended. The first Miss Universe Contest.
Living in Japan has been an experience like nothing else. It has really been a wonderful journey. I would say the best, but tomorrow might turn out better, thus today will be the runner up tomorrow, yet the day after tomorrow is yet to arrive, so the practice of judging which day in Japan is the best is an utter act of unfairness.
I had not trimmed my hair since I arrive in Japan. One day I got a job. One of the days in the job life I felt that the hat covering my blooming hair did suffocate the rim of the roots of my hair, thus causing an immense headache everytime my right foot left the left entrance of the shop. One day I grabbed a pair of scissors. That day I harvested a garden of keratin wool. Dark Brown. Great Success. I looked into the mirror to greet a stranger. Never did I realize how I never realized that my hair looked artistic in the rear part. How so? Every time I took a stroll in the city to school (12km appx 49 mins), my head got the sheer attention it had never gotten before. At school, in class, classmates from all over the world in Asia praised my skill in haircut, before bursting into laughters together. First, I was very happy my new head shape can bring so much joy to others. Second, I was so flattered indeed by their praises. Those two three days of school, each day with a different teacher, whom had seen my head since the first day of school, were all (2 out of 3) surprised. The first one asked to check my welfare in high pitch and widest gaze. At work that day, my half bald egg head got attention from the kitchen staffs who were half boiling eggs. Especially the Tencho (shop manager), who was reasonably very friendly. Friendlier than an older brother. An older brother I am having now. This kind of kindness led me to believe that every work or job is fun with a friendly leader and caring teammates. I never knew anything else besides those facts, since this was my first arbeit (German for part time job).
Short story cut untidily, the manager offered to properly trim my residue the next day.
And so it got cut.
People laugh. People tease. People judge. I stay the way I am with my inner self. Either that or I join in the laughters and discussion together. Some ducks are born in eggs. Some sharks are born inside the stomach of their mother. However we are just people. We are slaves of oxygen. Humans produce carbon dioxide and water vapour for the growth and combustion of plantations. Plants then photosynthesis to produce enough oxygen in the air for our daily survival. For incentives, some even provide fruits as tokens of hardwork in the concentration camp we call earth. Fish are laughing at us right now.
Where was I? At home in your bed? No I mean in the story relating to the post I am gonna make today called My First Japanese Haircut. Where was I? Oh that... you were taling about your !anager who cut your hair for you. Oh that.... yup he cut my hair for me. Great Success!

The Mighty Image of Life

An article used to indicate an object or subject. Used particularly when the object has been alluded before or has been the topic of conveversation. It is also commonly found in names or brands of products. "The" is used to refer to something that has already been mentioned or is easiily understood. There were six questions. Two of them were deplorably simple but the seventh one was relatively difficult. An automobile was found guilty of smashing a tree last night. The driver is dead now.

Everyone Can See

As the title said. I am now in Mc Donalds in Tenmabashi Station. Everyone can see all the changes in me... pocket. They all said I'm not the sage. Kid are you, stupid? He's my first love, where I'm dreaming on. When can I go to bed? When I had my bed upon my pillow. Course, I'm digging my first love.
What kind of blog is this, I wonder. Who typed these bagatelles? Why did he even exist. Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. No, it kind of looked as if they're here to stay for one night. It costs us $400 per Joule. If i want to bring a full swimmng pool of volume 482 meter cube in a cold spring just after the snow melt to a boil, I will need energy as much as 482,000 kg x 4.186 J/g℃ x 100℃, or 201,445,200 Joule (mental calculation. Pardon me if wrong).

Dond! I have got to go to work now. Otherwise, school; whichever preferable.

Tiring Job

Today is so tiring. What is today? Today is the day where present time is present; a current occurring event in 1/365 year, or 1/30 of a month or 24 hours. Since today is so tiring, the day where present time is present; a current occurring event in 1/365 year, or 1/30 of a month or 24 hours, is so tiring.

Anyway, I usually worked in my workplace, which was a sushi restaurant from 6 p.m. to 11 p.m., where also took me 1 hour to cycle from my home to the restaurant. Therefore, I usually reached home, after work, at around 1 a.m., which is not so late, instead early, compared to most of you who woke up at 10 a.m.. I used to dream to work in an Okonomiyaki (Japanese-style pancake) restaurant. Now I wish I own an architecture company, as I did when I was dreaming to work in an Okonomiyaki restaurant. On Saturday, which is today, I think, in order to not go back and find myself in the midnight opening the door of my apartment, I work until only 10 p.m. today, with a little exception; I worked from morning 11 a.m.

It was a fun journey of exhaustion, and perseverance; not towards the job, but the meandering rows of savory sushi in front right at the tables on the bars I was working at. 

One day, I will be a great, rich, successful Architect, I said. When that day comes, I will buy the whole restaurant and sushi for myself. Not even for my brother Kenny.

My First Part Time job

My first part time job is before my second one, i.e. after my first unemployment, which is, surprisingly also my last and 67th unemployments. Taking a job is not a matter of money. It is about surviving with the money per hour that is gained. Why work so hard when you do not experience any experience? Study any study? Fly any fly, play any play, test any test, force any force, or make many friends?
Friends are of what humans called school. They categorize a group of individuals who live together, hunt food together, sometimes steal money from other groups of individuals and get trapped somehow in human tanks, as the aforementioned definition. A group of bees, on the other hand, are called hives by the friends. Regardless, bees are hard-working part-time workers. They do not work when they are sleeping, and their hardwork is always sabotaged by friends.
Talking about hard-workers, humans are the opposite of that. Other than yellow solution which mellows down the flush, or brown cake which is eaten by grasses, humans produce 0 products.

Is life only interesting during school? I do not want to believe that is true.

Halloween Night

Halloween Night
When talking about Halloween, one would think about ghouls and souls. Not. I am about to cover my ears.

Lazy Sunday

What this post is about I wonder. Lazy sunday. Lazy means the tendency of a person or any subject to not perform or carry out a particular activity or series of activities due to the preference of continuing the current situation or having no interest in activities to be carried out. Sunday is roughly one of the days in a week where most countries regard as the holiday of the week, where there should not be any business related activities or formal education in schools going on. Therefore, lazy sunday means the tendency of a person or any subject to not perform or carry out a particular activity or series of activities due to the preference of continuing the current situation or having no interest in activities to be carried out roughly one of the days in a week where most countries regard as the holiday of the week, where there should not be any business related activities or formal education in schools going on.
The End?
Not yet. I have not even finished m last post.

However, nothwithstanding that, I really want to write a lot of things, but I have been diagnosed with a disease since young, preventing me from writing. It is a tragic disease which has no cure. Everytime I thought about this misfortune that had striked my life and created a massive crater in my social life, my tear ducts were bulging with dust. I was thinking about it in dusty rooms, while sweeping there. The disease I was talking about is, maybe none of you have heard it before, laziness.
I once went to a therapy, but I never went, because I was too lazy. There was once I work very hard, making achievements in many areas of study, contributing very much to society, and finally escaped this disease of laziness, but that day, I woke up and was almost late for school.

Being lazy is not a problem at all. It is just a disease like cancer which will crush your life and career. It can also cause you to work non-stop 24 hours a day, 7 days a year. That is, when you are lazy to sleep. See guys... do not be lazy. Be yourself. If your self is always lazy, it is alright. However, do not fake being lazy, because it is very obvious and a woman's eyes can promptly tell that on the first glance.
Don't be lazy.
Be yourself.

The Experiment of Life

Now as much as you want to believe Nica Costa really represented my first love, its truth is only as far as my experiment and experience I experienced when conducting the experiment in my experience of the experiment.
I was never taking life seriously, and when I did, it was always about me not taking life seriously. As an artist, I am always open in thought and liberal in attire, except cross-dressings. The hardest thing I’ve ever done is keep believing there's someone in this crazy world for me (Carpenters, I need to be In love).

"People only live once they said. No, they are reincarnated to various other creatures based on their karmas, replied Buddhists. Are you sure, how would you prove that? demanded people. There's no proof that can prove it, not even your eyes. You have to go through it to know, yet when you go through it, you will forget. Anyway, you can't even prove that we only live once, can you? stormed the Buddhists. Stop this nonsense, you two, I'm blogging."

Anyway, I used to be the odd one out in the class, both socially or in mental intelligence. I remembered in the 5th grade the class math results were so terrible that a re-exam was made to heighten up everyone's math score. It was unfair to me, who scored full marks for both the first and the additional exams. Not mentioning kids (classmates) always came to me and asked me to draw their work for them, as mine were anytime the best, and always gained teachers' attention and full marks (a full mark was not impossible in art).

I was also avoided by some "tough" boys in class, as when we fought, I always played foul, by all means to make them regret their lives, either by manipulating stories to teachers, making them look the most guilty by looking for a crowded place to get beaten up there instead, so 1. I got public help 2. while letting them attack, I put my image as the innocent victim 3. avoid getting beaten up, because the only person I didn't want the incident revealed was the person who washed my clothes, mom, she would be worried I thought.
At that point in time, I was always bored by things. Studying and getting good marks, making teachers and parents proud. Inviting jealous boys to fight, getting in troubles, graduating and getting a job, finding a girl and marrying, having children then die, was the cycle I always thought the life was. Not that this kind of thought is wrong. It is still unkown even until now. Just that, as my mind matured, and my eyes going through different sequels of experiences, I started to shape my mind into a more realistic image. Just like in good artworks, it doesn't take one year or six to create a successful one.
I was young, immature, and considered too childish at that time to even have these thoughts. However, I carried them out, thinking to myself life is nothing but a journey of experiences. Did I say experiences? I mean experiments.
I was planning since then to create events genetically, meaning I was barely letting anything occur natually, while the only natural things which occured were my inaturally nature trees and mountains.

At that time I was 10. And by 10, I mean tendons. Yup, no meaning. I was 16 at that time. I started being random irrationally, to sometimes irritate people, but most of the time to  study the mother nature of mother humans.

For years, I did things that were based on themes I chose a month before the beginning of each fucking year.

I swear the swearing was random. Seriously have I ever sweared? No!

The following will reveal my bachelor-age biggest secret:

2013 , theme was 'Randomness'.

2014, 'Neglect'

2015, 'Leadership' was the theme

2016, 'Rejection Theraphies'

In the beginning of my transitory change of character and eccentric study of human nature, which was in 2013, was strategically my first time living in a neighbouring country for long-term period. It was another country, after all, and the country where people were not the ones, anyway, so were the right targets to initiate my somehow heartless, yet crucial game, and too small to be irrelevant to the subjects with human lives.