Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Well, I know I am feeling cultured
Happy culture day everyone! Yes, that's right, today is culture day in Japan - and a public holiday no less. Unless you work for bastards, in which case you find yourself in a similar situation to myself - at work and resenting it. Evidently, the phrase 'public holiday' has yet to sink in with the nazis in the personnel department.
The fact that I seem to have come down with a mild cold and would much rather be at home resting and relaxing than sitting in one of the very few occupied office buildings in the greater Tokyo area has done nothing to improve my mood.
So what's new with me? Well, not a great deal to be honest.
The weekend was only mildly eventful, I caught up with some friends from my study abroad trip three years ago, Natsuyo and Ayaka (my and Mike's ex-girlfriends, respectively) and Chichi, who I met but only vaguely remembered. It was less akward than you would expect, and quite amusing in several regards. I will always remember Ayaka as (although a 2nd year uni student) having the appearance, and mental age of a 13 year old. I did a massive double take when I saw her with short hair and wearing a suit. I don't know what happened to her in the last three years, but 'professional' is never an adjective I would've used to describe her back then.
Natsuyo had changed much less, although I was relieved to hear her taste in music had improved. I still rue the fact that I dated somebody who both enjoyed the music of, and vehemently maintained the heterosexuality of the Backstreet Boys. What can I say? I was young and naive.
After a bit of shop-wandering, we grabbed some drinks at Hard Rock Cafe in Sakuragicho and went to the cinemas to see Collateral. It was a little predictable, but overall a pretty enjoyable film. Worth watching, but I wouldn't buy it when it comes out on DVD. Rent and copy maybe, but not buy.
Lately, I have become a bit of a dirty pirate. Such is the bane of having a DVD burner, I suppose. I have, however, resolved to get myself a copy of the Kill Bill box set. I rented the second one on Monday night, and was reminded how cool it was. Pai Mei reminded me of Chuin, master of the House of Sinanju in the (probably cult classic - or simply forgotten) Destroyer books. Next time I am online looking at books, I might have to track some of these down.
As for the last few days of work, as predicted, I have become rather busy again, having spent a number of hours in the last few days talking to Mr. O about the Aussie business, being lumped with dealing with our UK and US operations (while Tony is 'living it up' in the frozen wastes of Northern England), and complying with requests from my superiors to do something about the sheer volume of files that these two subsidiaries generate.
The beautiful part - today should be a fucking holiday.
Well, I'm done bitching. Here is some wisdom from the White Ninja:
The fact that I seem to have come down with a mild cold and would much rather be at home resting and relaxing than sitting in one of the very few occupied office buildings in the greater Tokyo area has done nothing to improve my mood.
So what's new with me? Well, not a great deal to be honest.
The weekend was only mildly eventful, I caught up with some friends from my study abroad trip three years ago, Natsuyo and Ayaka (my and Mike's ex-girlfriends, respectively) and Chichi, who I met but only vaguely remembered. It was less akward than you would expect, and quite amusing in several regards. I will always remember Ayaka as (although a 2nd year uni student) having the appearance, and mental age of a 13 year old. I did a massive double take when I saw her with short hair and wearing a suit. I don't know what happened to her in the last three years, but 'professional' is never an adjective I would've used to describe her back then.
Natsuyo had changed much less, although I was relieved to hear her taste in music had improved. I still rue the fact that I dated somebody who both enjoyed the music of, and vehemently maintained the heterosexuality of the Backstreet Boys. What can I say? I was young and naive.
After a bit of shop-wandering, we grabbed some drinks at Hard Rock Cafe in Sakuragicho and went to the cinemas to see Collateral. It was a little predictable, but overall a pretty enjoyable film. Worth watching, but I wouldn't buy it when it comes out on DVD. Rent and copy maybe, but not buy.
Lately, I have become a bit of a dirty pirate. Such is the bane of having a DVD burner, I suppose. I have, however, resolved to get myself a copy of the Kill Bill box set. I rented the second one on Monday night, and was reminded how cool it was. Pai Mei reminded me of Chuin, master of the House of Sinanju in the (probably cult classic - or simply forgotten) Destroyer books. Next time I am online looking at books, I might have to track some of these down.
As for the last few days of work, as predicted, I have become rather busy again, having spent a number of hours in the last few days talking to Mr. O about the Aussie business, being lumped with dealing with our UK and US operations (while Tony is 'living it up' in the frozen wastes of Northern England), and complying with requests from my superiors to do something about the sheer volume of files that these two subsidiaries generate.
The beautiful part - today should be a fucking holiday.
Well, I'm done bitching. Here is some wisdom from the White Ninja:
# posted by Nils @ 9:06 AM 
