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mugen_edamameMan, life just never fails to get weirder. There was less weird crap in the first fifteen years of my life than there've been in the past five. I remember when I was a kid, I thought that everyone was pretty much exactly the same in the head, it's just the bodies that were different.
But man. People are damned crazy, self included.
I'll be turning twenty-summat soon /)A(\ What a terrifying prospect. Also if I live to be eighty, I'm having trouble figuring out what filler to stuff the next sixty years or so with. So far, Youtube and internet friends (I really, really, really suck at being friendly in real life, there's a switch that gets jammed shut and any attempt to flick it on has me turning red and prob'ly screaming probably) are looking like likely candidates. On occasion, I suddenly really feel like I need a cold, stiff drink.
My roommate's a lovely girl, and I'm well and properly accustomed to my new place, and it's marvelous. My begonia plant agrees with me. You'll see her once she starts flowering again!
I got a job as a waitress at a Malaysian-food restaurant in the city. The boss is a horrible human being, but mum insists it's because the woman is an old bat and she's just slowly going insane. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think I was the Race Mascot of the restaurant. I certainly get called out when anyone even vaguely southeast-asian rolls into the shop. And then get mocked for 1)having Indian ancestry but being unable to speak any Indian language at all, 2)being too fat to be pretty, even though apparently my genes are all in my fever 3)being slow and lazy when I'm asked to move furniture and mop floors after a twelve hour shift. Sometimes in front of customers, sometimes she corners me and tells me straight. She's been better the past couple of shifts, but this might be because I've adopted this benign smile as she talks and talks and talks and I just ignore all of it all. ALL OF IT ALL. The morning-shift cook is a wonderful, wonderful man, and the boss lady mostly comes at night, so as long as I'm careful with my shift selection and keep a straight face (NO ONE UNDERSTANDS WHEN YOU SWEAR IN MALAY) then it's bearable. Even if the wage is less than the average. Since the staff tend to be south-east asians too, language isn't a barrier, which is maybe what makes it easiest to work there vs. at a wholly-Japanese establishment. It is, however, bloody exhausting. I work Saturdays and Sundays, sometimes on Fridays, and even more rarely on public holidays. I'm not falling asleep in class, but I feel fatigued a lot.
School is hard. Hard as nails. There was a placement test thing a few weeks ago, and I got upgraded to a higher than expected class, and it's so very very tough. It's interesting though, because without a doubt I've studied more Japanese in the past six months than in two years at university. Also I've noticed that while I don't have many Japanese friends, the ones that I do have are sorta magnificent glorious bastards whom I appreciate and owe much to.
Taking part in a badminton competition on Sunday. Had a practice session with my little sister, and a lot of the time was spent having it off with walls, potted plants and lamp posts, and the rest was either crap play or hysterical laughing. WE'RE GONNA ROCK IT ALLLLLL OUT.
There are some classmates. Well. There is one. Who is literally mad. And will get an entire entirely private entry just re: this one person. Because there is crazy, and then there is CRAZY.
It's been getting real cold. My friend's mom makes amazing pumpkin-soup broth and noodles. I saw a pony yesterday. And I really should get around to making it official that I've moved 8D Because my student card still says I live in my old place. There are teachers I hope I can be FOREVER BEST BUDS WITH. Probably another update WITH PICTURES over the weekend. There's a big important exam on Saturday, so I've got the weekend off work c: Wanna log, babe, wanna log so hard all the way all the night through!
OH and and and I'm about halfway through my first legitimate book that's legitimately written wholly in Japanese. Yeah, it's short, but it's gonna be a hell of an accomplishment (when I get to it) so I'm cheering myself on. I hope everyone's doing okaaaaaaaay in these bleak bleak days!
But man. People are damned crazy, self included.
I'll be turning twenty-summat soon /)A(\ What a terrifying prospect. Also if I live to be eighty, I'm having trouble figuring out what filler to stuff the next sixty years or so with. So far, Youtube and internet friends (I really, really, really suck at being friendly in real life, there's a switch that gets jammed shut and any attempt to flick it on has me turning red and prob'ly screaming probably) are looking like likely candidates. On occasion, I suddenly really feel like I need a cold, stiff drink.
My roommate's a lovely girl, and I'm well and properly accustomed to my new place, and it's marvelous. My begonia plant agrees with me. You'll see her once she starts flowering again!
I got a job as a waitress at a Malaysian-food restaurant in the city. The boss is a horrible human being, but mum insists it's because the woman is an old bat and she's just slowly going insane. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think I was the Race Mascot of the restaurant. I certainly get called out when anyone even vaguely southeast-asian rolls into the shop. And then get mocked for 1)having Indian ancestry but being unable to speak any Indian language at all, 2)being too fat to be pretty, even though apparently my genes are all in my fever 3)being slow and lazy when I'm asked to move furniture and mop floors after a twelve hour shift. Sometimes in front of customers, sometimes she corners me and tells me straight. She's been better the past couple of shifts, but this might be because I've adopted this benign smile as she talks and talks and talks and I just ignore all of it all. ALL OF IT ALL. The morning-shift cook is a wonderful, wonderful man, and the boss lady mostly comes at night, so as long as I'm careful with my shift selection and keep a straight face (NO ONE UNDERSTANDS WHEN YOU SWEAR IN MALAY) then it's bearable. Even if the wage is less than the average. Since the staff tend to be south-east asians too, language isn't a barrier, which is maybe what makes it easiest to work there vs. at a wholly-Japanese establishment. It is, however, bloody exhausting. I work Saturdays and Sundays, sometimes on Fridays, and even more rarely on public holidays. I'm not falling asleep in class, but I feel fatigued a lot.
School is hard. Hard as nails. There was a placement test thing a few weeks ago, and I got upgraded to a higher than expected class, and it's so very very tough. It's interesting though, because without a doubt I've studied more Japanese in the past six months than in two years at university. Also I've noticed that while I don't have many Japanese friends, the ones that I do have are sorta magnificent glorious bastards whom I appreciate and owe much to.
Taking part in a badminton competition on Sunday. Had a practice session with my little sister, and a lot of the time was spent having it off with walls, potted plants and lamp posts, and the rest was either crap play or hysterical laughing. WE'RE GONNA ROCK IT ALLLLLL OUT.
There are some classmates. Well. There is one. Who is literally mad. And will get an entire entirely private entry just re: this one person. Because there is crazy, and then there is CRAZY.
It's been getting real cold. My friend's mom makes amazing pumpkin-soup broth and noodles. I saw a pony yesterday. And I really should get around to making it official that I've moved 8D Because my student card still says I live in my old place. There are teachers I hope I can be FOREVER BEST BUDS WITH. Probably another update WITH PICTURES over the weekend. There's a big important exam on Saturday, so I've got the weekend off work c: Wanna log, babe, wanna log so hard all the way all the night through!
OH and and and I'm about halfway through my first legitimate book that's legitimately written wholly in Japanese. Yeah, it's short, but it's gonna be a hell of an accomplishment (when I get to it) so I'm cheering myself on. I hope everyone's doing okaaaaaaaay in these bleak bleak days!
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Date: 2012-10-26 11:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-29 10:45 pm (UTC)Good luck with all the learnings! Sounds like it's going well and tough in a good way, hopefully! I have squash soup on the menu as well, whenever I get motivated to dig out the blender again ^^;;
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Date: 2012-11-01 08:40 am (UTC)Axe murdering HERE I COME.
Squash soup sounds divine, and things are going as well as I coulda hoped for! c:
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Date: 2012-11-05 03:31 pm (UTC)Finally got around to making the soup this weekend; at least I got a roast chicken out of the deal even if everything else falls apart. I guess I'll find out at dinner :p
*hugs and hopes things keep going well*
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Date: 2012-10-30 09:01 pm (UTC)yeah. it was a fun moment. now i'm too busy sleeping till noon every morning to worry about that.
Begonias? really? really? i'm disappointed in you.
Your boss is awful, oh my god, aren't there some kind of rules she's going against by being so mean to you? honestly, people shouldn't have to put up with that stuff. =(
I'm not sure if I should congratulate you or offer you my condolences for getting placed in a higher class - it's great to hear you are awesomely awesome, but of course it's expectedly harder.
PLEASE TELL US ABOUT YOUR INSANE CLASSMATE. it sounds like a good story.
what's the wholly Japanese book about?
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Date: 2012-11-01 08:47 am (UTC)Growing old is creepy.
WHAT. I got the plant for free, and she's booooootiful!
She's pretty unpleasant. I've just gotten better at passive aggressively getting my own back. Like when she said I shouldn't be lazy and should clean the toilet twice a day even though I had a half shift. Went up to the loo then took a bloody relaxing thirty minutes polishing the sink while the restaurant was full of people. Because she only instructs me with her heights of stupidity when the restaurant is full of people.
Congratusorry is prob'ly a good middle ground c: I CANNAE SAY HOW NICE IT IS TO HAVE YOU TO REGULARLY TALK TO AGAIN it's been too long aaaaahn
I WILL. ONE DAY. WHEN I'M TRANQUILISED. SHE MAKES MY BLOOD PRESSURE GO THROUGH THE ROOF.
a mother and daughter posting notes for each other on top of the kitchen fridge. the mother finds out she has breast cancer near the start of the book, and the girl is a fifteen year old brat. it's easy to read, but interesting, thankfully c:
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Date: 2012-11-01 04:44 pm (UTC)the creepiest. the other day my little brother didn't know you could actually save stuff on CDs. he was like, "what? you can use them for that? i thought they all came with stuff in them, like movies and music?" then i showed him a floppy disk. he asked me what the strange plastic thing in my hand was. I FELT SO OLD (and then I despaired at him for being so ignorant)
Passive aggression is the way to go. I thoroughly approve of that unscheduled break, it was all her fault.
Congratussory is a great word. I might start using it, it serves the great purpose of being perfect for those mixed situations I keep running into ("oh so you came into a lot of money? that's ni- OHMY GOD I'M SO SORRY YOUR GRANDMA DIED") IT IS AWESOME INNIT? WE SHOULD DO THIS MORE OFTEN. ONLY I KEEP FORGETTING TO A) CHECK MY EMAIL OR B) REMEMBER TO ACTUALLY TYPE DOWN THE REPLY I'VE BEEN COMPOSING IN MY HEAD OR C) JUST PLAIN FORGET, YEAH, THAT ALSO IS A THING THAT HAPPENS. SO YEAH. Sorry for taking a long time to answer more often than not. and not being on LJ in general. and for constantly forgetting to send you a message to ask how you've been doing when you haven't posted in a while. yeah. m(_ _)m"
now i'm so cuuuurious. just one thing, just one example, please? please? i'll make the puppy dog eyes at you if you say no.
....that sounds so depressing. XD
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Date: 2012-11-01 03:03 am (UTC)^^; It does feel as if I'm stuffing my years with filler-ish things relating to internet fandom and internet friends more than anything else.... ahhh, the perks of being a socially-awkward introvert. Real-life people can be so hard to open up to :/
That said, your boss sounds awfully nit-picky, and work sounds tough. I really have to raise my hat to you on juggling school and work, and all in JAPAN. I don't think I could have managed it at all.
Also also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Hope you'll have a great day celebrating/eating/drowning in sake \o/
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Date: 2012-11-01 08:51 am (UTC)She's not the nicest, no /)A(\ And I'm flattered you think I'm a good juggler. 'cos it feels like I'm drowning most of the time 8'D
THANK YOU MY BB. Got no friends tho, so I'm not going out for a part or anything tonight lolsob. Going out for dinner though, so I'm happy enough c:
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Date: 2012-11-05 03:12 pm (UTC)Well, you do sound like you're handling it kind of okay though! :P
I'd probably be dying underneath all the work and posting whiny entries on LJAnd birthday dinners are always awesome ! :D