Dilemma

Posted on February 25th, 2006 in Life in Japan, Japan

I have a dilemma.

I don’t know what to do with myself. I have goals I want to achieve, which requires going back home to do another degree. I’m looking forward to going back to uni. But I’m also having a brilliant time here and I’m not quite ready to leave in September.

I could, theoretically, stay here for another year, but that’s unlikely to happen because

  • that would mean I’m 28 by the time I graduate, and that’s probably pushing it, career-wise.
  • there’s a chance the degree I want to do won’t exist anymore, since many universities have decided that IT is no longer popular or profitable. Apparently even Monash are integrating IT into their Engineering faculty.
  • I would have to get a different visa and pay for the change, which is a hassle.
  • I would have wasted money on the return airfare I bought, and would have to buy another.
  • Kicia seems to be disintegrating into a small, furry ball of misery. I’m sure Errol and Cat-Eilix aren’t much better off.

And other reasons…

I have another option, where I stay for an extra 5 months, up until the time I’m supposed to start university. But that still leaves the last three dot points as issues.

What do I do? I love this place, I don’t want to leave yet!

Updates

Posted on February 23rd, 2006 in Intarweb, Meta, Rants

Am slowly updating the blog. First I converted from Wordpress 1.5 to 2.0.1, which went by with only a few hiccups, now I’m in the process of reinstalling the old plugins, adding some new ones, and as you can see, changing the layout.

Some things I am planning to include:

  • Yongfook’s Google Earth plugin
  • Keitai (mobile) photo blog
  • Obligatory “Mood” and “Currently Listening to:” fields
  • Podcasts/Vodcasts
  • …actual posts

But first! A rant:

This blog was created purely because I needed a Wordpress API key for various Wordpress plugins. I am not happy about this. I have downloaded the Wordpress software and am hosting it myself at http://chidade.net so I have no need for a Wordpress.com blog.It seems to be simply the effort of Wordpress to become the next Livejournal or Blogspot that made them decide to require a Wordpress.com API. This is incredibly harsh and stupid, especially when you read the quote “WP.com blogs are provided as a free service. This policy may change in the future.”

APIs are common enough to sign up for, but why couldn’t my support account at Wordpress.org cover it? Or, why couldn’t I sign up for one at the time of downloading your blogging software? Why must it only be through a Wordpress.com account?

Nice one, Wordpress. You made me sign up for a free-for-now blog on your servers that I never needed, just to get an API key that you are actively encouraging plugin developers to incorporate into their code. I even need this API key to use the spam-filtering plugin you included with the blogging software install. What is the point of distributing this plugin with the software, or indeed the software at all if you’re going to make us sign up for one of your Wordpress.com blogs? One that we will eventually be asked to pay for?

Sure, open source might be free-as-in-free-speech, not free-as-in-free-beer but this kind of manipulation smacks of Microsoft.

Joygasm

Posted on February 14th, 2006 in Life in Japan, Anime, Japan

I had a bit of a joygasm last night when I went to karaoke. There’s usually many thick books the size of phonebooks with the selection of songs. But, these books aren’t all the songs on offer. There’s a smaller book with a temporary selection of songs - a playlist that lasts for maybe 2 months then gets rotated.

Those karaoke machines can hold a terabyte of songs but I guess there’s still too many. When they have to consider English, Korean and Chinese songs.

Anyway, I looked at the thinner book for the first time last night. There were the usual sections - English, Chinese, Japanese, Japa- wait. Japanese twice? What’s the katakana say?

A. Ni. Me.

Sugoi! Anime songs! Nothing but anime songs! Sweet! Heat Guy J! Naruto, Naruto, Ghibli, Ghibli…Cowboy Bebop!

omfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfgomfg *joygasm*

So yeah, I kicked ass with Yoko Kanno’s Gotta Knock A Little Harder, a song that, despite Eilix’s incessant playing, still strikes me as awesome. Pity that the karaoke version didn’t have the gospel back-up vocals.

Karaoke is so much fun ^_^

Roppongi

Posted on February 10th, 2006 in Nightlife in Japan, Life in Japan, Rants, Japan

I was so pumped up about going. Why? It’s not the bar or pub that people claimed it to be. It’s just another fucking nightclub! Why am I here?

Night started okay. Some chatting, some food. Club was empty to begin with and they were playing songs at a reasonable volume. Got some flirting action going. Ah, yeah. Now I remember why I was keen. The Canadians. But they’re just sinophiles like every other gaijin male in Japan.

“Let’s pick up as a team, you find yourself some Japanese boy and I’ll get a girl”
“Uh, right.”
Ganbatte! Kampai! Hey, check out that one!”
“It’s just that I kinda like Cana….oh fuck you too”

Why am I here?

I can’t get out of here either. Roppongi was a 90 minute trip from home and the trains stopped running almost immediately after I arrived.

Fucking cigarette smoke.

Canadian #2 is on the couch next to me with his arm around a Japanese girl whose panties are showing below her shirt line. His hand is above her skirt line. That was fast.

I don’t blame the Japanese girls. There are many that will just push the men away when they act like jerks and good on them. Some have been talking to me too and they’re lovely. It’s just the men that go stupid here. Any man that’s come to work in Japan has come purely for the women. Men are idiots.

Why am I here?

The Russian models have arrived. Apparently they’re here every week. Someone suggested that they’re paid to be here. They’d definitely get in for free.

Now the music is getting loud. And shit. The dancing is getting pathetic. This isn’t dancing! Swing or samba or hell even the waltz is even more legitimate dancing than this. *This* is just parading yourself for the meat market. The fashion is interesting at least. But it doesn’t compensate for the sinophile bastards, the cigarette smoke, the volume of the music, how shit the music is, the lack of food, the 2 toilets available that later flooded…

Now the Russians are screaming randomly. “Russki yeah!” Yeah whatever, mate.

Why am I here?

“Hey, what’s wrong? You should go find some boy to pleasure!” Ha! They’re not interested! I’m not Japanese or as stick-thin as the Russians and I don’t like dancing. Oh, I could probably pick up, but I’m not that desperate that I’d have some of the twits here.

YOU CAN’T DANCE HIP HOP STYLE TO FRANZ FERDINAND, YOU GIT! That totally ruined the song for me, one of only 3 that I liked tonight.

I can’t talk without my throat hurting now because of cigarette smoke and trying to yell over the music to be heard.

“Russki yeah!”

Oh for fucks sake. The Russian models have decided that this 30cm wide bench can double as a podium stage so they’re dancing next to my neck level, occasionally kicking it. Oh, fuck off! They were my Harajuku shoes, you dumb bitch! They can’t be cleaned!

“RUSSKI YEAH!”

SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. YOU. FUCKING. RUSSIANS!

Didn’t they play this song before? Like, TWICE before?

Why am I HERE?

“Hey! You’re still here! Go out and dance!”
“I don’t dance and definitely not to crap like this”
“What?”
“I SAID I DON’T oh fuck it”
“What?”

4am. 1 more hour before the trains start running. And I’m supposed to go to work later today. Been sitting here next to the podium dancers cradling drinks. Thank fuck it was all you can drink tonight otherwise I’d have more to bitch about.

Why am I here?

Oh yes. Coz of him that’s dancing with the girl that looks like she could be haffu. That means half-Japanese, half-something else. I recognise her. She was also dancing with Canadian #2, 2 Russians and a black guy with his baseball cap slanted on one side. They all had their hands up under her top too. So she’s not that keen for you specially, you know.

Finally. Time to go home. YES, NOW, TIME TO GO HOME. Give me the key to the locker then so I can get my own stuff out. Everything smells like cigarette smoke.

Trip home was not fun either. No express trains running so it took 2 hours. Listening to the Canadians carry on about how they “fucked up” because they didn’t pick up tonight. Looks like they’ll have to try again next week.

Not with me they fucking don’t.

Roppongi. What a waste of time.

Hong Kong

Posted on February 10th, 2006 in Hong Kong, Travel

Hong Kong Ding Dong King Kong Falun Gong

…well, my blog won’t be listed by Google.cn now.

Anyway, lame jokes aside…

I’ve been in Hong Kong for a holiday. I got to spend Chinese New Year in China! Hooray! I got a few more stamps in my passport! HOORAY!

L, my new travelling buddy and all-round-nice-girl, took me with her to Hong Kong where she had “family obligations” according to her time-off request. Me, I just wanted to travel, and in Hong Kong I’d be getting free accommodation!

Hong Kong was - first and foremost - warm. On the Narita Express from Yokohama, we could still see snow in the fields and on some roofs but in Hong Kong it was a toasty 18-20 degrees. I even managed to get sunburnt a bit on the third day. But I’d say that has more to do with UV rays being magnified through minute particles of smog. Dang that pollution is bad. I thought Japan verged on dodgy when all you could see of Mt. Fuji was the snow on the peak. But Hong Kong was spectacular in its invisibility. The mornings were worst. I couldn’t see the mountain that was outside my window until about 11am. Surprisingly though, despite the pollution, it wasn’t a smelly place.

Quail Eggs Chinese families are a bit like Polish families, in that they expect you to eat eat eat eat EAT EAT EAT what’s wrong with you? You didn’t finish your dim sum! Are you ill? To be honest, I’m not really a fan of Chinese foods, which in my limited experience has been pork, seafood and chicken feet. So, to save myself some embarrassment from having to say “uh, no thanks” all throughout the New Year, I decided to pretend I was vegetarian all week. Yes, that’s right, Chidade went vegetarian for a week except twice when she managed to have a moment alone in a McDonald’s.

My plan worked perfectly! All the vegetarian food I was offered I was quite happy to eat, but they still managed to offer huge amounts of it >.< Faaar too much for any normal person to eat.

L had tons of relatives to visit, so I was basically left to run around by myself. Suits me fine! I armed myself with her Octopus card (like the Suica card but works on every possible kind of transportation - even the tram that runs up to The Peak) and set off for Hong Kong Island.

Hong Kong is one sixth the size of Melbourne but has twice the population. They don't have to worry about earthquakes like Japan does, so 60-storey apartment blocks are completely normal. Not many of these buildings have balconies though, which is where you hang your washing in Japan, so the Hong Kong solution is to stick 2-metre long poles out the window and hang the laundry off that. It amused me no end zip past on trains and see these giant concrete and glass monsters with spikes sticking out of them. It looked like it had been in a battle, with scraps of torn and bloody material stuck to it's spines, waving in the wind...

I think I watch too much anime.

Anyway.

Hong Kong Island. It’s mainly a business district, with many elaborately designed towers that often get ruined by the big company logo on top. All the buildings are along the shoreline and stretches for a few kilometres, so it looks like a kind of beach. Behind this “beach” of buildings are some mountains, including the famous Victoria’s Gap and The Peak.

Behind the mountains are….errr….well, not sure. There’s no train line that goes there and when you look at a tourist map of the place, it shows the Harbour, the business district, the Peak at the southern most point and then cuts off. Apparently there’s still some land there but there’s no map of it. And it’s supposed to be an island so now that I think about it…it must be some kind of dead zone! Unexplored territories! Dragons Be Here! Ha, dragons…Chinese New Year! I made a funny!

Anyway, I didn’t go south of The Peak.

The Peak wasn’t very spectacular for me. It was raining so there wasn’t much in the way of views. Wasn’t hungry either, and I wanted to save my cash for clothes shopping, so I was up and down (via the Peak Tram - scary) in less than an hour. The Peak Tram was kinda cool. It seems like the company in charge of it has a lot of paranoia about it failing one day. Warning signs and explicit details on fail-safe systems abound. I suppose they have a point - if it did fail, it’d be a very fast and lethal trip down - it’s almost vertical. You’d have a great view before you died, at least. If it wasn’t rainy and smoggy, that is.

Central is, well, the central part of Hong Kong Island. At least, historically. Not much here besides office buildings but I did manage to spend a lot of money on clothes.

Wan Chai is closest to the Golden Bauhinia Square. I don’t know why but I don’t like gold. It looks so tacky most of the time. White gold is fine, and gold that looks matte is fine as well, but not this Goulden Bauhina flower thing. It’s big and gleaming and about as tasteful as…as….as an untasty thing. Bleh. Built to commemorate the return of Hong Kong to China, it makes me wonder if it Britain giving up it’s colony was really a good idea.

Wan Chai might’ve been more interesting for me if it wasn’t the New Year period and lots of shops were closed. Apparently there are two large computer shopping complexes there. But I think that I wouldn’t have bought anything anyway, because I plan to build a computer made from parts bought in Akiba.

Luckily I went to Causeway Bay before New Year. My gods, the shopping! The SHOPPING! I plan to come back to Hong Kong on my way home just for the shopping! Heck, I should come back just to build up my Harajuku wardrobe a bit more, coz the choice and the prices are better than stuff I could actually buy in Harajuku! I went a bit nuts in Times Square shopping mall, it knocked out most of my money.

Bruce Lee Statue From Wan Chai you can take the Star Ferry across Victoria Harbour to Kowloon, which is on the mainland. Kowloon is where stuff happens. You can see the Hong Kong Island skyline (very cool, has knocked out New York from it’s first place standing) and do tons more shopping. The Avenue of the Stars is also here, with the statue of Bruce Lee and imprinted concrete stars. Nice, but the view across the harbour is nicer.

Chinese Lion I think I stumbled across the grand opening of a Sogo department store too. The tourist guides all say that Sogo is in Causeway Bay but in Kowloon it seems like a smaller version has opened up, focusing on ladies fashions and cosmetics. Or maybe it was not a grand opening at all, but just a New Year Celebration. Either way, I don’t regret it, because it was kick-ass!

Sogo hired some lion dancers to perform along with the accompanying band. There were 8 or 9 lion dancers - they’re the ones that are made up of two people. The dragon dancers are one long line of people. I like the lions better though! The acrobatics involved are impressive and they’re just so darn cute! I want one as a pet!

Ragnarok Online's Dancing DragonActually, now that I think of it, I kinda have one as a pet! Ragnarok Online has these monsters that are actually dragons even though there are only two pairs of legs underneath. Now to lobby Gravity to make them pets in the game…

L said that just about all the men in her family have been lion dancers. That’s ….so cool! I love the dancing lions~! Apparently if you touch them, it’s good luck. No worries there, one of them decided to knock my hand so hard that I nearly lost my camera. Kawaii!

The other cool thing of note that I did was go to the Giant Buddha on Lantau Island. It’s part of the Po Lin monastery complex and is the largest statue of Buddha in the world, but somehow, less impressive since it was built 20 years ago. As opposed to Kamakura which is about 800 years old.

Buddha Walking up the stairs was a workout. All that walking I did in Hong Kong plus the vegetarian diet must mean I’ve lost weight. At the top is a nice view, again, were it not for the smog. I don’t understand why the view was that smoggy. It was a fairly remote area. But then again, the only way to get to the Giant Buddha is by tour bus, which takes about 40 minutes from Tung Chung on a single-lane winding road. Plus, while I was there, there was some accident that caused all the buses to be late and people lined up all the way back to the restaurant. So yeah, I guess all those idling engines could’ve made the smog…

About that restaurant, it was cool! For the stupidly cheap price of HK$20 (like AU$4, you could have a vegetarian meal in the monastery. It was nice stuff too, rice, tofu, mushrooms, this salad that’s a bit like kimchi (from Korea) and so on. Very filling, very cheap, very delicious. Plus, you could watch the young kids apprenticed to be Shaolin monks play soccer outside.

Ok, that was a lie. They were mucking around though, with l33t Shaolin moves.

So, Hong Kong wins. I’ll probably be back there on my way home to do heaps of shopping and explore what is south of The Peak. Apparently you can do a day trip to Macau by ferry too, but I’m not sure if I’d need an extra visa for that. Ah, I don’t care, it’s extra decoration for my passport.

Next time, South Korea.

A Man Amongst Men

Posted on February 5th, 2006 in Rants

When I first watched the Sin City movie, I thought that Dwight was the ultimate man. He fought hard and viciously to prevent a war and protect those he cared about. Never mind that he was, to quote my housemate, “a bit fit”. But tonight I was reminded again who the real ultimate man was.

There was some dodgy late night TV replay on called AFI’s 100 Years… 100 Heroes & Villains. The top 100 heroes and villains in American cinema. It was interesting and also at the same time a big pile of steaming crap. Very sugar-coated and it was hosted by Arnold Schwarzenegger who must’ve been paid a lot of money to close the show with “asta la vista“. It was also made in 2003 so more recent heros and villains such as Agent Smith or Gandalf were neglected.

Anyway, despite it’s corniness and the fact that I refuse to watch many of the films listed, I hung on, clutching my Daruma cushion til the end. I KNEW who should be the #1 hero, I knew it as soon as I tuned into the show!

It turned out to be Atticus Finch.

Yes, well….yes, alright, hero without a gun, fought against prejudice, Gregory Peck was a legend meow meow meow…

But I know and you know and EVERYONE BLOODY WELL KNOWS that the REAL #1 HERO, and the ULTIMATE MAN and possibly my first love if you don’t count Astroboy is him that made #2:

Indiana Jones