Anecdotes etc.

So, recently I stumbled upon a fantastic site. By stumbled I mean someone threw it at me and I checked it out.

http://outpostnine.com/editorials/teacher.html

Really, really funny shit. Sad thing is that he gets hate mail. Although suffice to say, you know you're coming up when you get hate mail. A large portion of the mail is saying he is talking shit. A lot of what he talks about are the antics of Japanese Junior Highschool kids. Now, they are incredibly off the wall and very "not what we're used to". But...damn...is it that hard to believe?

Anywhozle- i recommend a read.

It's inspired me a bit to be a tad more diligent in my writing...so here I am struggling for stuff.
(Again my students have no souls :| ) Well...there are 3 3rd year girls that are just entirely of the wall and getting into shit all the time. Of course, 2 of em live in an orphanage - so- its to be expected that they will not be your bog standard Japanese troopers.

My kids are dull. Much like dishwater is. Only dishwater is soapy- so it has bubbles sometime and thus merits. Unlike my kids. Who have none. They dont even have filth- a merit....sometimes....I guess. Sumichu had filth- like dishwater- Like rancid, tepid, leftover filled filth.(I mentioned the story I got from 2 of my 3rd years about how they double-teamed a girl....at school....the previous year?)

My kids aren't risque. I don't wan't them to be, I'd just appreciate a pulse in class. Sumichu classes were fun cause the kids could think on their feet...am I moaning again ?

Better stop that.

In support of Azrael I gotta say that its been about 1 month since ive been Kanchoed and about 17 hours since the last game of dodgedick. I lost. There were 4 of them and I only have 2 hands.

Game time folks!!

Yesterday, I was asked what question by a 13 year old boy:

a: How big is your dick?
b: When did you first have sex?
c: How does sex feel?
d: Are you S or M ? (Sadist Masochist)
e: When did you go to a love hotel?
f: All of the above.

Think about that for a short while. I'll give ya 10:1 Azrael knows the answer ;)

Breath of fresh air.

Yeeeaaah, so i've been a bit negative of late. My writing is more often than not inspired by anger more than boredom or desire to write. Am I an "artiste" ? Nope- just full of shit.

So, it's nice to, once in a while, put up something colourful and happy. Something to make you smile. Think nice thoughts and go- maaaan- there is hope in life.

My puppy died today.


No, not really. Thats a bit harsh :P Erm, just a tiny little thing. I was on the train this morning with Dan. After a stop at some station a space opened up. I sat down. Then I noticed an old man walk in. He wasn't particularly weathered or frail looking- but im sure at least 70.


So I kicked him in his hip.


No, no, no. I didn't really. I offered my seat to him. Why ? Well- I always do it. Old person in the vicinity- i'll gladly give my seat up. The thing is- is small things like that, I believe anyway, that will change a persons outlook and challenge their beliefs. The smile I got was somewhere between overly heartfelt thanks and suprise. As if to say "Wow, a foreigner is giving me his seat".

I thought this was racist so I threw him out of the train...onto the tracks.

:|

The end.


No, no, no. Honestly, it made me feel good. It wasn't a malicious thing. It may have even just been my imagination. But people will automatically have pre-thought out beliefs about things they have had no direct experience with. To be the only one to offer this man a seat in the train (he wasn't up long though) really made me feel i had done a large part for "internationalisation"-if not only for one man. Even if it was one person, even if it was such a small thing, still felt great.

It was great to (maybe) break a (possibly) perceived stereotype and to break his hip with my baton.