bumblingmumbler

So. I want to talk about my last three days. It's not going to be interesting to anyone else but me. But unless I write about it, I will probably forgetnit ever happened.

This last Friday night I finished work at around 6:00 and came home planning only to play video games. Luckily, my Chinese neighbors also wanted to play video games so they came over at around seven and we played a couple if their favorite video games. At first I thought they sucked at the games but then they ended up killing more people in the Samurai game which kind of pissed me off... 3 Chinese women should not be able to beat me at video games. I was tires from the video games and passed out at around ten. On Saturday I woke up at 6:30am and started cleaning my house while watching a real entertaining but ducked up Anime Show entitled Death Note. The show is about a selfrightous kid that finds a journal that enables you to kill people by simply writin their names in the journal. It's pretty much a 30 episode series that goes straight downhill from the beginning with reall creepy death sequences. However, it is also a really great philosphical, chess game mind twist that has left me craving more. I watched around 10+ episodes until I got a call from my middle school asking me to come in to help make a recording for the listening test. One of the English teachers who is really nice to me brought me local beer as a thank you gift when she asked me to come to come to work. Needless to say I was grateful but I felt guilty because i didn't deserve alcohol for doing my job.

After receding my voice I had to rush to the train station to meet a rather unique English teacher who works at one of my Elementary schools. I enjoy the guy but communication is sometimes difficult so I was nervous about how the evening would go between just the two of us. He wanted to go to a beer garden... I will skip over what transpired in the few hours that elapsed at the beer gardens but long story short the teacher was quite fun to talk to despite the fact that he was a bit of a bully.

That same evening, after saying goodbye to him I rather joyously met a number of other people. As my typical lack of grace with women is I am fortunate to say that all these people I met were men. And I succesfuly acquired seven phone numbers that evening. (I'm pretty sure they just wanted to setup an English exchange ps)

The next day on sunday I woke up at 7:30 and just as i was about to take a shower my old lovely Japanese neighbor walked to my side door and offered me a collection of fresh cooked fresh picked potatoes as well as fresh picked eggplant and onions. After eating this and I got picked up by a member of my Thursday night Eikaiwa class. He drove me to a place where about twenty people were learning how to make a traditional Japanese dish called soba. Like everything else in Japan there are Karate like grazings for people's skills in the various arts. As such I was honored to be in the company of a level 3 and level 4 noodle making specialists. They had amazing grace and i felt lucky to be signified by their presence. For the next four hours my Eikaiwa friend taught me how to make soba noodles. The experience was wonderful and I got a surpise free lunch and extra noodles out of it. Furthermore, there was a photographer for what I thought was a local paper but was actually the entire prefectural newspaper. I discovered this the next day when I was shown a picture of me in the paper, (I was rather heroically chopping up noodles if might be permitted to say so).
That evening my Chinese neighbors wanted to borrow some big plastic bottles from me so that they could make plum wine. In return they made some home made curry for me. Later that evening they sent me a txt message asking I I wanted dumplings, too.



Sooooooo. Basically I felt like I had a pretty good weekend. And since then everyone and everyone's mother (literally) have been mentioning how they saw me in the newspaper. Heh.

Recently my Chinese neighbors have been coming over to play video games. I have to say it's really funny to hear games being played in Chinese. Like, "Use the shotgun" is translated into Chinese as "Use the big wind gun!!"...

Recently the town I lived in had a small festival that I went too. It was funny. To be the only foreigner in a small town meant that I was constantly attacked by a number of kids from either the junior or elementary high schools.

I'm too lazy to go into details about specific stories but I can say that I stole a lot of festival food from my students.

Hehe.

Today I watched a movie at work with the students. It was about the mountain close to where I live. The movie is pretty famous and it might even be released in the United States as an Indy type film. Maybe.

I'll link a clip sometime.

Also. I hate this job. It makes less and less sense.

Ok. Cheers!

I'm going to summarize the past few weeks with random sentences so that I don't forget anything down the line.


2 weeks in Indonesia equals the same price as a day trip to Tokyo. The Chinese neighbors' boss is scary, so very scary. The students keep beating me in Tennis. I have three new teachers - quite a confusing new dynamic. I have a new list of "enemies" and allies in terms of students. Hmmm... The yakitori chef hates me again. Oh! And I have a new 80 year old Japanese friend whose husband cut my grass. (She is my other neighbor!). My Chinese neighbors can't throw frisbees.

Ok. Random. But I needed to get this all thrown out for the time being.