Stuffings in Japan

So I feel better now that I have my Pokemon team figured out for my Pokemon Pearl, so I'll just pretend that everything that happened yesterday didn't actually happen; instead, I'll just pretend that I dropped a 10,000 yen bill. B-because for some reason looking at damages from a strictly numerical perspective seems to make it hurt a little less? 笑/汗/泣

In case you were worried that I went out and got smashed in order to ESCAPE THE TROUBLES OF MY LIFE FULL OF MISFORTUNES yesterday, fear not; that last photo in the previous entry was from, like, a month ago, from one of our CSU monthly group dinners, the first two of which have been at izakaya, or Japanese drinking restaurants. Generally these nomikai are all-you-can-drink, so at the time I figured, well, if I'm GOING to be drinking here in Japan I may as well take the opportunity to try out different drinks so I know WHICH drinks I should order if I were to ever actually pay for the drinks (the group dinners are already paid for out of our study abroad tuition). But um.

...I-I guess I should confess that I totally threw up probably 10 minutes after that photo was taken. 8D() I don't think it was because of drinking too much per se though; I basically had been half-starving the whole week prior to that nomikai, and then the nomikai hit and I basically travelled to everybody's tables hoarding these GLORIOUS FRIED CHEESE BALLS to myself. So I think I probably threw up moreso because my stomach was simply holding too much STUFF inside than because I had too much alcohol specifically...?

...I-I guess I should also confess that, when I threw up, I accidentally did it, um, all over the toilet. ...in the stall of the girl's bathroom lolololol THE DOORS WERE LABELED FUNNY IT WASN'T THE NORMAL MALE/FEMALE KANJI AND THERE WEREN'T THE TRADITIONAL STICK FIGURES EITHER AND AND AND yeah I didn't realize this until after I cleaned up the toilet, stepped outside and a woman was like standing there waiting, and then looking at me with a...what was that expression she wore? Well, with a look. And yeah. I sumimasen'd myself out of there real quick. 9_9

So um. No, I don't drink very often here.

For reals.

And I totally didn't get drunk off my ass last night either.

...Unless you count being drunk off POKEMON!!!!!!

Incidentally, here are the Pokemon that will go in my final team:

Team 1: Crobat, Lanturn, Scizor, Houndoom, Breloom, Flygon

Team 2: Fuwaraido, Kaburaisu, Dorapion, Yukinooo, Jibakoiru, Erureido

Okay, so I got indecisive so I made two main teams instead. >( (I also have some other teams planned out, such as a Single-Type Team where every Pokemon is only of a single type, since my current two teams are all dual-type Pokemon; and another team of water Pokemon, plus yet another one of Genderless Pokemon.)

The thing is, I don't think I'll be able to, like, actually catch half of these Pokemon until after I complete the Shinou Pokedex?? D; Well, whatever; mom's sending me my Leaf Green and Emerald, so hopefully I'll get to transfer my some of the Pokemon I have on there over. 8) NO! I have to complete the Shinou Pokedex to transfer Pokemon from those games too!! ARGH!!

Okay, well, here's the team I'll have when I first fight the Elite Four, I guess, >(:

Team TEMPORARY: Dotaitosu, Golduck, Crobat, Rapidash, Lukario, Rentoraa

Posted by Hans Tseng at 04:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Hello, Hans! Today has been brought to you by STUPID and FAILURE. :D!!

Ohhh my Jesus, after writing my entry yesterday I totally had PLANS to write about all the FUN and EXCITING things I've been doing here in Japan the past month and a half, but then GOD SHAT ON ME and so I'll write about THAT instead??? T__T

So today was the day that I go to this Info Session for a English Conversation Teaching company, GABA. I was referred to it by our program associate so I figured I may as well, since I'm doing two private English tutoring sessions a week anyway and going to a professional company for this might offer me some, like, real training so that I don't give sucky lessons?? Right, well, IN ANY CASE, I couldn't find the office. Because I made a wrong turn out of the station. And I ended up running around the neighborhood for like 10 minutes trying to find the goddamn place, and it wasn't until three minutes past the time the info session started that I found it, which I'm lead to believe is kind of really horrible, especially since I SWEATED FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES AFTER I GOT IN AND SAT DOWN AND SHARED MY GROSSNESS WITH THE WHOLE TABLE. ARRRRGHHH ::rips things into little tiny pieces::

They scheduled a second interview for me and shit, but um, I-I don't think that will make a whole lot of difference after today's embarrassment. 8( Not to mention I was late for my class this morning before the info session, and then I had to sneak out of it 15 minutes earlier to try to make it on time to the info session (WHICH I OBVIOUSLY DIDN'T LAWL), and then after the info session I had another class but I didn't have the supplies for it with me so I DIDN'T GO TO THAT CLASS AT ALL and instead went back home to nap, nap, NAP RIGHT UP TO 15 MINUTES BEFORE ONE OF MY ENGLISH LESSONS THAT HAPPENS TO BE IN SHIBUYA WHICH BTW IS 50 MINUTES AWAY BY TRAIN LOLOLOL so I called the guy all "ya sry will be 30 minutes late" but then I was like two minutes away from Shibuya when he called me (SINCE IT WAS 40 MINUTES LATE BY THEN) saying that he has an appointment later so this week's lesson will have to be cancelled!! So I figured I'll just stay on the train and ride back to my station and I won't have to pay any extra fare since I never got out of the the train righht?? But then my Suica card WOULDN'T WORK when I tried to exit the turnstiles so I asked the train attendant and (FUCK MY HONESTY) told him I had gone to Shibuya but came right back, and he was like "OH, you went to Shibuya, did you?? THAT'S 250 FUCKING YEN I'M GOING TO CHARGE YOU FOR THAT TRIP." OH YEAH, AND LET'S NOT FORGET THE SUIT I BOUGHT ON MONDAY SPECIFICALLY FOR THE INFO SESSION, WHICH I FAILED.

FUCK ME!!!!!

ALCOHOL MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER!!!!!!!

::slits wrists, by which he means plays Pokemon:: >(

Posted by Hans Tseng at 11:10 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

In spite of logging onto LiveJournal practically daily and having plenty of time to waste on the internet, with each passing day I grow increasingly wary of actually updating this damn thing. Now that I'm finally sitting down to write something, however, my mind's drawing a complete blank. ()

Eh! I guess we'll pick off where I left off two entries ago, where the second point I mentioned I would bring up in the near future was my close encounter with the Japanese popos:

This may appear to be just a casual photo of me on my mama-chari (apparently short for Mama-Chariot, which refers to the bicycles here with the baskets attached at the front), happily gliding away, hair blowing back in the wind, not a care in the world. But, if you'll look closer, specifically in the area just over my right shoulder, you'll notice a certain vehicle that appears to be sporting a set of bright...red...sirens...?

...Soon after, we were blasted with a megaphone something to the extent of "Please pull over to the side of the road" in Japanese. Of course, we'd get pulled over; David was swerving halfway into the middle of the street as he haphazardly tried to take a photo of me, obviously not paying any attention to where he was riding his bike into. Rolls eyes!

But then Mr. Omawari got out of his car. And went straight to me. And then said something along the lines of "HAY YOU, YOU SHOULDN'T RIDE YOUR BIKE WITHOUT YOUR FEET ON THE PEDALS!! IT'S DANGEROUS DESU YO!!!"

...Well, sure enough, as you can see back in Exhibit A, I certainly didn't have my feet on my pedals. You know why?? Because we were going downhill. And you don't need to be pedalling when you're going downhill. Because if you tried to pedal while going downhill, you'll sooner get your face planted into the back of a truck. +_+

So, we had been warned previously that police here are notorious for pulling aside gaijin and asking to see if they've got their registration on them. But not even giving any mind to the very obviously not-Japanese David, who already had his Waseda ID card out to show the cop, he proceeded to drill me with questions about myself, my bike, my place of residence. Eventually he asked to see my registration card, which I don't think I had at the time so I showed him my passport instead.

It wasn't until after he scrutinized it for a few moments while asking me more irrelevant questions that I finally thought to show him my Waseda ID card as well. After which it seemed like a lightbulb clicked in his head, and he let us off.

::punches Tokyo in the face::

I realize that I wrote this as if I'm actually spiteful of the Japanese cops, but really, the same day I think I ended up running into, like, four more of them, and more than half of the time they were rather helpful; I had rode my bike to Waseda from by apartment near Ueno, which took three hours getting there because I kept getting lost, so on the way back I had to ask a cop at a kouban for directions; the trip back ended up taking only 50 minutes. Shrug! You win some, you lose some. ;o

Posted by Hans Tseng at 10:34 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)