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.