I shot off an email to a hostess I used to hook up with a while ago, just checking in on how she is doing- 6 months ago was around the last time we hooked up I think. I wrote about her here.
She told me that she is married now and living with her husband!!
I can't believe how quickly people get married here.
She is having the 'wedding party' next spring (although already legally married??). If she invites me I will have to go, get drunk, and hit on her friends.
Thursday 30 September 2010
Monday 27 September 2010
Fuck the church bells
I live near a church. Every Sunday morning I wake up to the sound of a church bell ringing. As it rings I wait and think of all the destructive things I could bring upon that bell. I conjure ways to shut it up for good. It rings 36 times and then I can sleep again. But later it rings again to signify the end of church. Fuck it. Fuck the bells. Fuck them all. Especially when I have a hangover- which is like every week. Fucking bells.
How would the church like it if I started blazing Schwarzenegger inspired comedy metal outside their window?
I've lived here for 3 years and it's always been so, but today especially, I was grumpy. Pissed me off right up until I met up with my girlfriend. She was so hot today. Not just today, but everyday. When I saw her I thought, damn is this my girlfriend? She told me later that she did exactly the same thing about me. We went for a walk and played games at the game center- I spent a bunch of money on UFO catcher trying to get the candy- then as the hatch closed it- the candy tower fell down and I got nada. I could just go to the supermarket and get candy but it wouldn't taste as good as victory candy. I want victory candy. I want to taste the victory. And it was so close. My gf dragged me away kicking and screaming like a child.
Went back to my place and I got kinky on her- with a little bit of sexy talk.
Just kidding. When I get erotic, you know I do it right- I mean I have an ero blog and all. It was more like this.
In all seriousness, girlfriend sex leaves random hookup sex in the dust. She doesn't have to act all, "I'm a nice girl so I don't want to give you the wrong impression and do anything slutty like..... enjoy myself during sex." Thank goodness (which is a totally ridiculous concept that somehow pervades). We can forget the formalities and cut straight to fucking whenever we feel like it. which is usually- always. She doesn't have to worry about me being totally perverted and domineering during sex because she knows that when the sex is over, I'm usually pretty nice.
She really likes my shoulders and she couldn't stop touching them when we were fucking today- I said, "触って” which means, "touch it" but I wasn't specific about "it", so she took it to mean her own pussy..... She started to finger her clit while we were fucking (hot!) and we both came at the same time and just lay there laughing. That's only the second or third time I've seen a J-girl touch her own pussy during sex.
Had I known or thought of it, I would have told her earlier.
How would the church like it if I started blazing Schwarzenegger inspired comedy metal outside their window?
I've lived here for 3 years and it's always been so, but today especially, I was grumpy. Pissed me off right up until I met up with my girlfriend. She was so hot today. Not just today, but everyday. When I saw her I thought, damn is this my girlfriend? She told me later that she did exactly the same thing about me. We went for a walk and played games at the game center- I spent a bunch of money on UFO catcher trying to get the candy- then as the hatch closed it- the candy tower fell down and I got nada. I could just go to the supermarket and get candy but it wouldn't taste as good as victory candy. I want victory candy. I want to taste the victory. And it was so close. My gf dragged me away kicking and screaming like a child.
Went back to my place and I got kinky on her- with a little bit of sexy talk. Just kidding. When I get erotic, you know I do it right- I mean I have an ero blog and all. It was more like this.
In all seriousness, girlfriend sex leaves random hookup sex in the dust. She doesn't have to act all, "I'm a nice girl so I don't want to give you the wrong impression and do anything slutty like..... enjoy myself during sex." Thank goodness (which is a totally ridiculous concept that somehow pervades). We can forget the formalities and cut straight to fucking whenever we feel like it. which is usually- always. She doesn't have to worry about me being totally perverted and domineering during sex because she knows that when the sex is over, I'm usually pretty nice.
She really likes my shoulders and she couldn't stop touching them when we were fucking today- I said, "触って” which means, "touch it" but I wasn't specific about "it", so she took it to mean her own pussy..... She started to finger her clit while we were fucking (hot!) and we both came at the same time and just lay there laughing. That's only the second or third time I've seen a J-girl touch her own pussy during sex.
Had I known or thought of it, I would have told her earlier.
Monday 20 September 2010
Bad milk
When a Japanese girl sees a foreign guy as a chance to use her English skill and uses him for her own means of language practice or free learning she is referred to as a "milker". Another common term is "Engleech". Some guys get pissed off at girls like this because they more or less use them.
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The other night I was walking in the street near my place and noticed a pair of fine legs strolling up ahead in the same direction. Glittery heels with pink strap sandals and ripped short denim shorts. It was a nice view. I ended up over taking them until they cluttered after me and said, "Excuse me." Short and slim in stature with sharp eyes, I was sure I had seen her before. "Do you remember me?"
Indeed, she was a girl I had talked to in a bar one time. If I remember correctly she was speaking to me in English but I was in Japanese mode and not ready to change back so I continued in a friendly manner until she got pissed off and stopped speaking to me. One of my friends who doesn't speak Japanese ended up fucking her that night. He told me that she said the most adventurous sexual thing she did was get involved in a 6 way..... All men.... Openly slutty and unashamed. She also told him that she was meeting her boyfriend later the following day of the night they hooked up.
I remembered her and her details and we chatted as we walked. She invited me to a bar where she intended to go drinking alone but I had to meet other people first. She took my phone number and called me later asking where I was. I was with the friend who had fucked her that time and I told him about it and he was encouraging me to "hit it" since they hadn't worked out and according to him- she had a boyfriend anyway. I protested, not to say that my friend had bad taste in women, but because she wasn't my type and I'm mostly keen on my girlfriend.
But since everyone was going for the trains I decided to head on over and just chill.
Underground in a basement bar that offers low prices, pop music and a smokey atmosphere- she drank red wine and I drank beer. The other patrons looked nothing out of the ordinary and she spoke to me in English saying that last time we met I was annoying but this time I was much better.
My dream is to be perfect to everyone in every way at every moment- but I mostly don't give a shit about how people judge me since I don't want to hang with bitter cynics anyway.
Still, I asked her why. She claimed that when guys can speak Japanese very well, especially using the local dialect, Japanese people don't like it. I thought that was odd because every hot girl that I had talked to up that point was very impressed with my efforts to communicate with them in their language, but I bit my tongue knowing that she would probably get defensive of her position and bitch out. In any case, I was certain she had me confused with another of my friends who also has blond hair and speaks very well because I don't use local dialect so much and my speaking is pretty crappy, especially when I drink.
We chat and she tells me that she doesn't want a boyfriend, but is pissed off at my friend who seems like a player. Nonetheless, she invites me to karaoke and we go. There she continues to drink red wine, not like the red wine you know, but cheap stuff more like grape juice that has been mixed with a shot of shochu so the combination of sweet overwhelms you until you are hit with a sharp bitter aftertaste that burns your throat. I drink chu-hi and sing random songs from the 70's. She is impressed and sings some crappy Avril Lavigne. She is turned on whereas I'm turned off. But her pink shoes and smooth legs are rubbing on me now. A change in mood?
We leave and start making a walk in the direction of our apartments and there is no way in hell that she is coming to my place. She obviously feels the same about her place by the way she says, "there is no way in hell we are going to my place."
We go to her place anyway, where she gets busy tidying up (wtf?) and I feel dry and tired. The sexual tension is gone, her apartment's light is glaring and I'm not really into it. She encourages me to leave her place and go home. We talk more while she cleans and the topic is dry, concerned with her view of relationships, which she struggles to get out in English, highly vague with her leaving a lot of blanks for me to fill while also stating that although she doesn't have or want a boyfriend, actually, it depends on the guy, and maybe she does want a boyfriend.
I help take her top off, which reveals a light blouse underneath, she giggles so I push her onto the bed and she lets out laugh but quickly places a hand on my shoulder to restrain me from moving further. As I'm looking at her pale white skin and sharp eyes I notice on the edge of her thin lips some dark red chunks of crustified cheap red wine and stained red teeth. Sickly pale white skin, a dark red mouth with a wry smile while her eyes are rolling back in her head. Vampiristic. In a creepy way.
She giggles and a noxious odor pours out and hits my face in a sharp stabbing fashion and her grip on my shoulder grows tighter, pushing me away as her face becomes quickly serious.
Sometimes it takes caustic bad breath to make you realize that fucking contradictory mildly attractive bitchy women just because they are slim- is not a good idea.
This sux. What am I doing? I know that in Japan, 'no' often means 'yes' and this is something I usually go through, but...... I don't want to anymore. I don't want to be here in the apartment of some chick that fucked my friend. What was I even doing there in the first place? I'm seeing my girlfriend tomorrow and she is waaaay bitching hot and isn't a vampire looking milker chick trying to use me for speaking practice and she never turns down sex because she loves it every time.
I tell 'Vampire' that she was right before when she told me that I should leave. She is pretty shocked but I leave and give her a hug goodnight anyway. She melts a little but I'm happy to be gone.
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The other night I was walking in the street near my place and noticed a pair of fine legs strolling up ahead in the same direction. Glittery heels with pink strap sandals and ripped short denim shorts. It was a nice view. I ended up over taking them until they cluttered after me and said, "Excuse me." Short and slim in stature with sharp eyes, I was sure I had seen her before. "Do you remember me?"
Indeed, she was a girl I had talked to in a bar one time. If I remember correctly she was speaking to me in English but I was in Japanese mode and not ready to change back so I continued in a friendly manner until she got pissed off and stopped speaking to me. One of my friends who doesn't speak Japanese ended up fucking her that night. He told me that she said the most adventurous sexual thing she did was get involved in a 6 way..... All men.... Openly slutty and unashamed. She also told him that she was meeting her boyfriend later the following day of the night they hooked up.
I remembered her and her details and we chatted as we walked. She invited me to a bar where she intended to go drinking alone but I had to meet other people first. She took my phone number and called me later asking where I was. I was with the friend who had fucked her that time and I told him about it and he was encouraging me to "hit it" since they hadn't worked out and according to him- she had a boyfriend anyway. I protested, not to say that my friend had bad taste in women, but because she wasn't my type and I'm mostly keen on my girlfriend.
But since everyone was going for the trains I decided to head on over and just chill.
Underground in a basement bar that offers low prices, pop music and a smokey atmosphere- she drank red wine and I drank beer. The other patrons looked nothing out of the ordinary and she spoke to me in English saying that last time we met I was annoying but this time I was much better.
My dream is to be perfect to everyone in every way at every moment- but I mostly don't give a shit about how people judge me since I don't want to hang with bitter cynics anyway.
Still, I asked her why. She claimed that when guys can speak Japanese very well, especially using the local dialect, Japanese people don't like it. I thought that was odd because every hot girl that I had talked to up that point was very impressed with my efforts to communicate with them in their language, but I bit my tongue knowing that she would probably get defensive of her position and bitch out. In any case, I was certain she had me confused with another of my friends who also has blond hair and speaks very well because I don't use local dialect so much and my speaking is pretty crappy, especially when I drink.
We chat and she tells me that she doesn't want a boyfriend, but is pissed off at my friend who seems like a player. Nonetheless, she invites me to karaoke and we go. There she continues to drink red wine, not like the red wine you know, but cheap stuff more like grape juice that has been mixed with a shot of shochu so the combination of sweet overwhelms you until you are hit with a sharp bitter aftertaste that burns your throat. I drink chu-hi and sing random songs from the 70's. She is impressed and sings some crappy Avril Lavigne. She is turned on whereas I'm turned off. But her pink shoes and smooth legs are rubbing on me now. A change in mood?
We leave and start making a walk in the direction of our apartments and there is no way in hell that she is coming to my place. She obviously feels the same about her place by the way she says, "there is no way in hell we are going to my place."
We go to her place anyway, where she gets busy tidying up (wtf?) and I feel dry and tired. The sexual tension is gone, her apartment's light is glaring and I'm not really into it. She encourages me to leave her place and go home. We talk more while she cleans and the topic is dry, concerned with her view of relationships, which she struggles to get out in English, highly vague with her leaving a lot of blanks for me to fill while also stating that although she doesn't have or want a boyfriend, actually, it depends on the guy, and maybe she does want a boyfriend.
I help take her top off, which reveals a light blouse underneath, she giggles so I push her onto the bed and she lets out laugh but quickly places a hand on my shoulder to restrain me from moving further. As I'm looking at her pale white skin and sharp eyes I notice on the edge of her thin lips some dark red chunks of crustified cheap red wine and stained red teeth. Sickly pale white skin, a dark red mouth with a wry smile while her eyes are rolling back in her head. Vampiristic. In a creepy way.
She giggles and a noxious odor pours out and hits my face in a sharp stabbing fashion and her grip on my shoulder grows tighter, pushing me away as her face becomes quickly serious.
Sometimes it takes caustic bad breath to make you realize that fucking contradictory mildly attractive bitchy women just because they are slim- is not a good idea.
This sux. What am I doing? I know that in Japan, 'no' often means 'yes' and this is something I usually go through, but...... I don't want to anymore. I don't want to be here in the apartment of some chick that fucked my friend. What was I even doing there in the first place? I'm seeing my girlfriend tomorrow and she is waaaay bitching hot and isn't a vampire looking milker chick trying to use me for speaking practice and she never turns down sex because she loves it every time.
I tell 'Vampire' that she was right before when she told me that I should leave. She is pretty shocked but I leave and give her a hug goodnight anyway. She melts a little but I'm happy to be gone.
Thursday 16 September 2010
I learn Japanese from Anime
First I started learning from a book. Books are boring. Then one time I tried to speak when I was with my then GF and her friends. They all laughed at my pronunciation and it made me embarrassed. So I got some listen and repeat type audio and I practiced saying phrases hard. Every morning, and every night. I sat in the bath, pretending I was some Japanese ninja or samurai and just tried to sound like the recording. It worked well.
Because of the listen and repeat stuff I heard, I would then see similar phrases in the book and think, "yea, I've heard that." And the grammar rules would stick.
Then I started taking lessons. I had private lessons, but it was just some chick who wanted to speak English and date a foreign guy. She took me out on a series of dates and took me to romantic settings to do the lessons. It pissed me off because I would have to waste a whole evening being this woman's date when I just wanted to study. Then she asked me out even though I was with a girl a billion times hotter and cooler than her. Uncomfortable.
I ditched her and started taking group lessons and they were way better. I listened to the lesson audio all the time, even when I wanted to listen to music I just persevered (now I don't so much- maybe I should?). Then I realized that instead of listening to My Chemical Romance, Thrice or The Used- I could listen to The Gazette or other J-Rock groups. Funny story is that I actually met a popular J-rock singer and because of that I learned a few of his songs to sing at karaoke. I won't say who, but he is one of the really pretty ones who still wears colored contacts and makeup when he is on holiday in a different country (I was working at the hotel he stayed at). I'm pretty sure he has had nose surgery.
If you study only lesson material you get bored. So in my chill time I watch Anime. First, I decided to watch Ouran High school Host club. For me this seemed like a good idea. It's aimed at teenage girls, so I guessed the story would be more interesting than normal kids shows, but interesting enough for me. Also I guessed the vocab would be good for talking with girls. It is. The lead character is a really daft and dramatic blond guy like me. It seemed strange that they would center the Anime around a foreigner but that made me curious about it.
I watched it with subtitles and I couldn't pick much up. Then I got one episode and just watched it everyday. I didn't look at the subtitles because I already knew the story, so I just watched and listened, over and over. When I went to my Japanese lessons, we would learn new vocab and grammar and I would think, 'I've heard this before, I'm sure.' and it would stick. Or 'Oh! That's what that means! I've always wondered what that meant.' and it would stick more than if I had just come across it in the lesson. Then I would hear it again in the Anime and it would get stronger. I really think watching the Anime- and reading the comic of the same episode really helped me- and still does.
I never went to a Japanese university or did a homestay. I just studied while working, and I still do- now I'm doing postgraduate study (in English) by correspondence. I think it's good to keep your brain stimulated.
I teach English to adults and teenagers and with all the years of school class time that they put into learning English, I wonder why they are unable to communicate. It's a such a waste. My advice- Enjoy learning language.
Because of the listen and repeat stuff I heard, I would then see similar phrases in the book and think, "yea, I've heard that." And the grammar rules would stick.
Then I started taking lessons. I had private lessons, but it was just some chick who wanted to speak English and date a foreign guy. She took me out on a series of dates and took me to romantic settings to do the lessons. It pissed me off because I would have to waste a whole evening being this woman's date when I just wanted to study. Then she asked me out even though I was with a girl a billion times hotter and cooler than her. Uncomfortable.
I ditched her and started taking group lessons and they were way better. I listened to the lesson audio all the time, even when I wanted to listen to music I just persevered (now I don't so much- maybe I should?). Then I realized that instead of listening to My Chemical Romance, Thrice or The Used- I could listen to The Gazette or other J-Rock groups. Funny story is that I actually met a popular J-rock singer and because of that I learned a few of his songs to sing at karaoke. I won't say who, but he is one of the really pretty ones who still wears colored contacts and makeup when he is on holiday in a different country (I was working at the hotel he stayed at). I'm pretty sure he has had nose surgery.
If you study only lesson material you get bored. So in my chill time I watch Anime. First, I decided to watch Ouran High school Host club. For me this seemed like a good idea. It's aimed at teenage girls, so I guessed the story would be more interesting than normal kids shows, but interesting enough for me. Also I guessed the vocab would be good for talking with girls. It is. The lead character is a really daft and dramatic blond guy like me. It seemed strange that they would center the Anime around a foreigner but that made me curious about it.
I watched it with subtitles and I couldn't pick much up. Then I got one episode and just watched it everyday. I didn't look at the subtitles because I already knew the story, so I just watched and listened, over and over. When I went to my Japanese lessons, we would learn new vocab and grammar and I would think, 'I've heard this before, I'm sure.' and it would stick. Or 'Oh! That's what that means! I've always wondered what that meant.' and it would stick more than if I had just come across it in the lesson. Then I would hear it again in the Anime and it would get stronger. I really think watching the Anime- and reading the comic of the same episode really helped me- and still does.
I never went to a Japanese university or did a homestay. I just studied while working, and I still do- now I'm doing postgraduate study (in English) by correspondence. I think it's good to keep your brain stimulated.
I teach English to adults and teenagers and with all the years of school class time that they put into learning English, I wonder why they are unable to communicate. It's a such a waste. My advice- Enjoy learning language.
Foreign girls
Foreign girls who like J-guys = cool.
Sometimes I check the traffic for this blog and it's going crazy cause someone has linked me. I freak out and think "shit! my secret blog is now public news." but it goes away pretty soon. Recently I was linked by this girl.
I like blogs by girls who like J-guys because I usually hear hate. I hear hate from foreign guys and girls. I also hear hate from foreign girls about J-girls.
I think it's OK to hate individuals- not a whole race.
On the other hand, I don't think it's OK when people love a whole race. Like when I meet J-girls who love white men, just because they are white. Not cool.
Sometimes I check the traffic for this blog and it's going crazy cause someone has linked me. I freak out and think "shit! my secret blog is now public news." but it goes away pretty soon. Recently I was linked by this girl.
I like blogs by girls who like J-guys because I usually hear hate. I hear hate from foreign guys and girls. I also hear hate from foreign girls about J-girls.
I think it's OK to hate individuals- not a whole race.
On the other hand, I don't think it's OK when people love a whole race. Like when I meet J-girls who love white men, just because they are white. Not cool.
Ex hook-ups
Ex hookups+getting married=weird.
Facebook is a wonderful thing. So wonderful it allows people to stalk me down and send me friend requests and then get all psycho on my shit when I don't friend them. It also allows people to unfriend me. Making me think that I fucked up somehow.
The other thing is it lets me see photos of the girls I hooked up with, who then FB'd me, sometime later, getting married. It's not a bad thing, just kinda strange.
-There was a hostess who had a thing for maid outfits- now married.
-Cute white chick with amazing tits- now married (Yes. Even though I live in Japan I still hookup with white chicks, it's not that weird).
-Other chick I bumped into at the homewares center who was shopping for homewares with her new husband. Weird. Saw pics on FB. She looked nice.
-Ex gf, now engaged.
It's weird. But I like to reminisce about the good times I had with them. This is what being late 20's is I guess.
Facebook is a wonderful thing. So wonderful it allows people to stalk me down and send me friend requests and then get all psycho on my shit when I don't friend them. It also allows people to unfriend me. Making me think that I fucked up somehow.
The other thing is it lets me see photos of the girls I hooked up with, who then FB'd me, sometime later, getting married. It's not a bad thing, just kinda strange.
-There was a hostess who had a thing for maid outfits- now married.
-Cute white chick with amazing tits- now married (Yes. Even though I live in Japan I still hookup with white chicks, it's not that weird).
-Other chick I bumped into at the homewares center who was shopping for homewares with her new husband. Weird. Saw pics on FB. She looked nice.
-Ex gf, now engaged.
It's weird. But I like to reminisce about the good times I had with them. This is what being late 20's is I guess.
Friday 10 September 2010
I get nervous
sometimes......
It's strange though, cause it doesn't ever really happen that
often.
My plan was to study in a cafe near my house. Trying to write a report at home is hard because there are so many distractions.
As I'm walking about the area meandering to my favorite cafe my eyes are drawn to the figure of a short girl. Round toed black army boots, a pink top tied in place with black string, reminiscent of some kind of corset- more fitting for underwear than over wear- and a black frilly tutu. It was almost as if the army had deployed a ballerina to perform an S&M reconnaissance mission in broad daylight right in my neighborhood.
I notice her eyes shoot outward at me and through my over sized sunglasses I catch her taking more than a casual glance. As we pass I turn my head ever so slightly and look back at her. A mixture of curiosity and sexual interest. Perhaps I should talk to her? No, I'm supposed to be studying, not macking on chicks.
I think nothing more and enter the cafe. Moments later she appears outside the front window where I am sitting looking out at her. She notices me, smiles, enters and takes a seat next at the table near.
When things like this happen, I generally just start talking and make conversation, but there are times when I get nervous. I don't know why. She is not spectacular in appearance, kinda cute, kinda sexy... We look at each other and smile. A mixture of interest combined with air of nonchalance exudes her. Her green contact lensed eyes cut into me sharp and with her smile I notice she has braces. This is definitely someone's sexual fantasy, even if it's not mine. I eat lunch and try to study, glancing over my shoulder at her shapely figure every now and then, only to notice that she is doing the same to me.
After some time she writes something on her diary and tears the piece of paper off. I wonder if she is going to make a pass. She sits and reconsiders, puts the paper back in her diary and stands up to leave. I follow moments later and make a quick move into the direction where she was headed. I'm feeling nervous still. Why? It feels like my heart is moving too fast for a simple nampa like this. I walk quickly up the street, looking left looking right. She couldn't have gone far. I can't see her. I've lost her. What a runaround!
From around a corner in the edge of my eyes, a pink and black figure appears.
"Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Ransom."
I can't believe I'm so fucking nervous I'm actually shaking.
"Ah... Hello.."
We talk for a few moments in both English and Japanese and I find out that she is on her way to a rock show. She asks for my phone email quite quickly, directly and unashamedly.
We started mailing tonight.
She's young. 19 years old. Lives quite far away. The fact that I was nervous makes me way more attracted to her...
It's strange though, cause it doesn't ever really happen that
often.My plan was to study in a cafe near my house. Trying to write a report at home is hard because there are so many distractions.
As I'm walking about the area meandering to my favorite cafe my eyes are drawn to the figure of a short girl. Round toed black army boots, a pink top tied in place with black string, reminiscent of some kind of corset- more fitting for underwear than over wear- and a black frilly tutu. It was almost as if the army had deployed a ballerina to perform an S&M reconnaissance mission in broad daylight right in my neighborhood.
I notice her eyes shoot outward at me and through my over sized sunglasses I catch her taking more than a casual glance. As we pass I turn my head ever so slightly and look back at her. A mixture of curiosity and sexual interest. Perhaps I should talk to her? No, I'm supposed to be studying, not macking on chicks.
I think nothing more and enter the cafe. Moments later she appears outside the front window where I am sitting looking out at her. She notices me, smiles, enters and takes a seat next at the table near.
When things like this happen, I generally just start talking and make conversation, but there are times when I get nervous. I don't know why. She is not spectacular in appearance, kinda cute, kinda sexy... We look at each other and smile. A mixture of interest combined with air of nonchalance exudes her. Her green contact lensed eyes cut into me sharp and with her smile I notice she has braces. This is definitely someone's sexual fantasy, even if it's not mine. I eat lunch and try to study, glancing over my shoulder at her shapely figure every now and then, only to notice that she is doing the same to me.
After some time she writes something on her diary and tears the piece of paper off. I wonder if she is going to make a pass. She sits and reconsiders, puts the paper back in her diary and stands up to leave. I follow moments later and make a quick move into the direction where she was headed. I'm feeling nervous still. Why? It feels like my heart is moving too fast for a simple nampa like this. I walk quickly up the street, looking left looking right. She couldn't have gone far. I can't see her. I've lost her. What a runaround!
From around a corner in the edge of my eyes, a pink and black figure appears.
"Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Ransom."
I can't believe I'm so fucking nervous I'm actually shaking.
"Ah... Hello.."
We talk for a few moments in both English and Japanese and I find out that she is on her way to a rock show. She asks for my phone email quite quickly, directly and unashamedly.
We started mailing tonight.
She's young. 19 years old. Lives quite far away. The fact that I was nervous makes me way more attracted to her...
Thursday 9 September 2010
homesick
Well, not really homesick- but an appreciation for some of the things back home. I was talking to one of my brothers on a skype chat and seeing him with his spacious house and wife and kids makes me see how gratifying family life might be.
I was also chatting on facebook the other day with a chick I hooked up with last time I was back there. Looking at her hot pics and her huge breasts makes me wish I was there with her. So hot. She invited me to visit her. I'm sure if I actually went there she would freak the hell out, but would hook up anyway.
I wanna go for a surf.
I was also chatting on facebook the other day with a chick I hooked up with last time I was back there. Looking at her hot pics and her huge breasts makes me wish I was there with her. So hot. She invited me to visit her. I'm sure if I actually went there she would freak the hell out, but would hook up anyway.
I wanna go for a surf.
Simultaneous orgasms
I love them. I've been having a lot with my girlfriend of late. It's easier to get the timing down with someone you know well. Good times.
Speaking of good times, these guys know how to have a good time- climb a mountain and eat sushi AT THE SAME TIME! Awesome idea.
Check it out around 2:12.
Speaking of good times, these guys know how to have a good time- climb a mountain and eat sushi AT THE SAME TIME! Awesome idea.
Check it out around 2:12.
Drunk Poetic
The other week I went to a small restaurant run by an old man and old lady and I was reminded of why I like Japan so much. I even got creative and poetic about it. It's these things that make me never lose interest in Japan.
Kushi Katsu at a ma and pop shop
Grease I eat, beer I drink
Feeling tipsy, I can't stop
battered vegetables on a stick
おわり。
Kushi Katsu at a ma and pop shopGrease I eat, beer I drink
Feeling tipsy, I can't stop
battered vegetables on a stick
おわり。
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