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I am running late for an appointment. My heart is beating fast, my map is flurrying about in the wind, and my sweaty, white knuckled hand grips and twists the scooter throttle. I am flying between small, tight streets and frantically looking around to find my building. My unshielded face gets colder as the icy wind beats against it in waves matching my throttle twists.

My hate for the Japanese addressing system is once again renewed. I clench my teeth in frustration – why does it need to be so difficult?

Side Note : I am not a ¡Èjaded gaijin¡É. I do not go about complaining about Japan, about how ¡Èit¡Çs so much better back in my country¡É. I happily accept the good and the bad parts together. I am a very even, reasonable person. However. I really, really hate the Japanese addressing system. It is probably the only address system in the world that is so complicated that you need a computer(car navi) just to navigate around with any degree of certainty. Very frustrating. AARGH.

I now make the mistake of asking for directions. My first advisor is an old lady who seems perhaps knowledgeable about the area.

Me : <IN A RUSH>Excuse me, do you know where 3-12-2 Senzoku-ike is?

Uh, 3choume? Uh… Lets see… um. Hmmmmmm…. Maybe it¡Çs… Noo… No I don¡Çt think so. Ummmm…. could it be over there? Ummmm

Me : <IN A RUSH>It¡Çs ok. I¡Çll find it myself.

Oh, you could do that, I suppose. Um….. But it might be worth going over there, I think…. maybe you might find something, I guess. If you have a look over there.

Me : <IN A RUSH>Ok, ill do that, goodbye, thanks.

Are you sure you¡Çre ok? Hm…. let me call my friend, he knows this area much better than I do, I think

Me : <IN A RUSH>Please don¡Çt. Please don¡Çt.

Now, what¡Çs his last name. I haven¡Çt seen him in a while now, you know.

Me : <IN A RUSH>ARGGGH

Hang on, it¡Çs ringing now. I hope he¡Çs there. He¡Çs very busy these days.

Me : <IN A RUSH>Listen, I don¡Çt mean to be rude, but for gods sake have a look at me. I¡Çm in a rush!!!

Oh ok, <phone appears to answer> Oh!! Hello there ! How are you? I¡Çm good thanks. Very cold recently isn¡Çt it? Oh yes, very cold. It snowed the other day!! Very cold. Oh dear me, yes, very cold. Much colder than last year, isn¡Çt it? Oh deary me, how cold indeed.

Me : <IN A RUSH> *in shock*

Oh that¡Çs right. Do you know where 3-12-2 is?

Me : <IN A RUSH> *somewhat relieved*

Oh yes. Oooh yes absolutely. She¡Çs very well. She just entered Primary School! Can you believe it? How about that. Primary School. She is growing up quickly.

Me : <IN A RUSH>*back in shock*

Dis-orientated and frustrated, I finally managed to escape somewhat politely.

I was so lost, I asked 6 more people for directions. 3 people pointed me in 3 different directions, and 3 people had no idea. Out of these ¡Èno idea 3¡É, only 1 person had the good grace to tell me ¡ÈSorry, I have no idea¡É. The other two wasted about 5 minutes of my time each trying to help me, but only ended up making me later, and driving me nuts. I asked another person who simply wanted to chat, which I probably would have been happy to do, IF I WASN¡ÇT IN SUCH A GODDAMN FUCKING RUSH, GODAMMIT LOOK AT ME.

Whew. The conclusion to the story is that I did finally find the place, however I was 2 hours late. As it turns out, there is place called Senzoku-ike, and there is also a section of a ward called Senzoku-ike, and I went to the wrong one. Oh well, I¡Çll know for next time. Or, I will buy a car with a decked out navigation system that gives me clear instructions.

I have been teaching to fund studying for a long time, and although I love the students and do enjoy teaching one-to-one, I find that I never feel good after a class, and have concluded that it can’t be my calling. But, as I want to continue to study, I thought I should find another way to fund it.

Translation seemed a good option, and although I have found that the best work always comes through word-of-mouth (and have been lucky enough to have had some really great work), I started off very gung ho about it and applied to all kinds of agencies. Last week an agency that I have heard from once before (for an interesting job) got in touch and asked would I like to take on a translation. It was a "safety data sheet" for a company making window sealants - not the type of work that makes my heart sing, but I had some spare hours on my hands this week and thought it might be a good thing to do. And I might learn some new Japanese. I took a look at the first few pages of the file, and it all seemed fine - uses, materials, instructions, etc., and I timed how long 100 words took me and the pay seemed reasonable enough, so I yarasete itadakimashita (took on the job).

100 words of stale technical data is one thing.

I am more or less an artistic type, with literary aspirations and a rather-too-vivid imagination. I dream of dragons and whales’ tails flipping me up in the air then breaking my fall. And yet here I was, at the behest of a total stranger, translating one of the pages I had skim-read for word count in order to explain, amongst other things, that if one embeds this material into a mouse for four days, or pulverises it and gives it intravenously at the required standard test dose of 500ppm, the mouse (the same one?) will suffer no ill effects. What?? I toiled day and night (with a very sophisticated system of avoidance) with ignition points, rinsing the entire eyeball in running water, tensile strength tests, and a number of small animals who were happily fine, even after all they had been through.

6800 words of stale, technical data turned out to be my idea of a nightmare. I presume now that the stupid translations of instruction booklets we see everywhere exist because sitting in front of a computer writing these things for mediocre wages is an affront to those who have taken the time and trouble to learn a language. If I wasn’t such a moral person, I would have written a great big load of utter shite and got paid for it. Rock on to those who do just that, as they make us laugh after all. I just pray the word-of-mouth keeps moving for those of us who can take on crap jobs but can’t do a crap job…

This weekend, I will take the English test .

I am not comfortable with that…

But, I am looking foward to after the test.

next day, I will go shopping ! year !

I will take some clothes and a watch or something…

Right now, I am sitting in a Starbucks in Roppongi, the same building as the now imploded(?) LiveDoor. There was recently a big scandal as the likable and affectionately named Horiemon was found to have manipulated stock and performed some rather underhanded things in order to make some cash.

This is not the point of my blog post, however. Right now, there is a young Japanese lady sitting to my right. She is drinking a Starbucks coffee, and writing something in her diary, which is covered in stickers and purikura (google it!). She just did something mindlessly that just reminded me of the cultural gap between Japan and other countries.

She stood up, leaving her purse/bag/private belongings on the table. She stepped away from her seat, and went on a walk, presumably to the toilet. She took her time, and returned after about 7 or 8 minutes. The possibility that me, a dodgy looking gaijin (in a suit, however) would take her stuff, and calmly walk off, never seemed to enter her head. Despite the fact that everyone around me would be too polite to stop me from stealing this lady’s belongings, and it would be even easier than taking candy from a baby (since a baby holds on, right? er, not that I know), she was not even slightly concerned about losing her stuff.

This is a theme I see repeated all over the place. I remember one particularly memorable occasion, when another lady with a very nice shiny NEW red porsche stopped outside a convenience store on a street behind a main road. This was not a terribly busy street, but still many people were walking along it. Now - I guess in order to save a bit of time, this lady left the engine running, and got out of the car, and went into the shop. I could have very easily opened the car down, sat down and smoothly driven off with my brand new red shiny porsche. However after lurking for about 10 seconds in the shadows, I decided against it and kept walking. Still, the implications here blew me away.

Recently at the office, a delivery person arrived to find that no-one was around. This person then left an expensive piece of intricate equipment sitting outside the front door. This piece of equipment happened to cost $2,500, and was a brand new model. When someone came back to find this device, they were shocked, and put the piece of equipment inside immediately. This was pretty incredible, and an extension of these examples. I couldn’t help but muse that if this happened in America, the equipment would already have been found, opened, re-packaged and sold before anyone even got back.

Such a fascinating country full of all sorts of paradoxes and contradictions, but thats why I love it. Many people express surprise and shock at the many ‘different’ parts of Japanese culture, and sometimes even implore Japanese to change - however a clever person mentioned to me once that if Japan changed to the way some Westerners perceived as ideal, we would no longer find it fascinating and enjoyable.

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Today’s total study time is 11hours (break time is 2hours).

I am dying now.

anyway , I have to write better diary…

Well it seems like Samrai-san is busy at work, and everyone else in Tokyo is freezing since we got hit with a snow storm. BRRR. They’re saying 20cm of snow, but I think it will be more actually. The snow is showing no signs of stopping.

At times like these, the often impracticle architecture and building materials become viscious death traps. For some reason, someone thought it would be a good idea to put marble or slippery surfaces right in front of many buildings in Tokyo. This means, that even on a sunny day when you try to enter the building you will lost traction and slip at least once. Now, when you add rain to this equation, you see many people constantly tripping and falling(i’ve done it as well). Now, try adding SNOW.

It really is incredible sometimes - Tokyo is such an advanced, highly technological city, but some things are just so incredibly stupid. So stupid.

What scares me is that I am becoming less able to see these things that simply would not make sense to a fresh western eye. It takes a major slip and slide down a marble lobby to get me to notice. I am slowly becoming acclimatised to Tokyo/Japan, to the point where I don’t see things as funny or crazy like I used to. These says, I can walk right past a box of "Pooh biscuits", or "Colon Pudding", and NOT EVEN CRACK A SMILE.

Tokyo is changing me… and I fear what I will become!

PS, if you dont believe me about colon pudding, check http://www.ezaki-glico.net/collon/.

Last night, I was so tired and really wanted to go to the second house in KARUIZAWA . but I couldn’t…..

My job is so busy for the last two or three months, because report sales and marketing on seasen now.

I will be able to go to there in next month at the earliest…..

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