monday: blue skies
Tell me why, どうしてすれ違っていくの
-Ryouhei Yamamoto (+ m-Flo & Melody), Miss You
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Dai Lo tells me that he's also applying for the JET Program, but after today, I don't think he can get a recommendation from Tanaka-sensei.
In Business Japanese, we learn business situations and then practice the accompanying dialogue. Lotta times, we break up into pairs or small groups, but every now and then, depending on attendance, we'll get uneven groups. Today, Dai Lo was the odd-man out, as I paired with Choi-san and Frenchie paired with someone from the far side of the room. Instead of latching onto a pair, he broke out the Daily Texan's crossword puzzle and started working on it. Maybe two minutes later, I hear behind me: "Lo-san, [what the fuck do you think you're doing]?"
"Uhm, uh, [I didn't have a partner]..."
"そういうことでもクロスワードパズルをやってのか。ペアに入る。"
As soon as Tanaka-sensei walked away, I turned to Dai Lo and hissed, "Oooo! BUSTED された!"
"Hahahaha SHUT UP!"
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After today's workout, Dijit and I went to the business school's atrium to eat lunch. While he microwaved his meal, I sat down at a bench along the perimeter and noticed a slim, glossy paperback lying face-down next to me. Glossy paperbacks are distinctly asian, so my glance lingered and I saw that the price-tag was marked in 円--that is, Japanese currency. I looked around, no owner in sight. I flipped the book over and read the title: ゼロから始める中国語(Chinese: Starting from the Beginning). Intrigued, I popped it open and flipped through the pages. It was definitely a girl's book: interlinear notes in hot pink. Her handwriting was so meticulous, that at first I thought it was just some graphic feature to spice up the text. There was even a CD in a clear plastic pouch on the first page of the book.
Anyway, I imagined that the girl had set the book down and ate lunch alone on the bench and then rushed off to class without remembering her book. I'd have liked to keep the book as a curiosity, but guilt got the better of me and I turned it in to the lost & found in the Dean's Office.
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Exiting the back entrance of the business school, we walked by Batts Hall, which is under construction. Dijit said, "Hey look, they blew off the roof of the building."
Sure enough, I saw nothing but sky when I looked through the top-story windows. "Damn, musta been quite a blow-job," I said.
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I've been seeing a lot of Oshiana-san in the UGL computer lab. He's the creepy 40-year-old who took Japanese with me the other summer. Homeboy always wore the same break-away ADIDAS shorts, black anime t-shirt, Indian-Jones-style hat, and old-school Reeboks. Instead of a backpack, he lugs his shit in a breif-case. We were always fascinated and repulsed by our class's resident pedophile.
Anyway, I notice him because he's that much of an eyesore wherever he happens to be. These days, he plays City of Heroes on the lab computers, and touches himself under the table. His avatar is a 14-year-old asian girl.
No, I'm kidding. It's actually a long-haired, adult red-head.
But I suppose playing with a computer animated woman is better than playing with no woman at all.
-Ryouhei Yamamoto (+ m-Flo & Melody), Miss You
...
Dai Lo tells me that he's also applying for the JET Program, but after today, I don't think he can get a recommendation from Tanaka-sensei.
In Business Japanese, we learn business situations and then practice the accompanying dialogue. Lotta times, we break up into pairs or small groups, but every now and then, depending on attendance, we'll get uneven groups. Today, Dai Lo was the odd-man out, as I paired with Choi-san and Frenchie paired with someone from the far side of the room. Instead of latching onto a pair, he broke out the Daily Texan's crossword puzzle and started working on it. Maybe two minutes later, I hear behind me: "Lo-san, [what the fuck do you think you're doing]?"
"Uhm, uh, [I didn't have a partner]..."
"そういうことでもクロスワードパズルをやってのか。ペアに入る。"
As soon as Tanaka-sensei walked away, I turned to Dai Lo and hissed, "Oooo! BUSTED された!"
"Hahahaha SHUT UP!"
...
After today's workout, Dijit and I went to the business school's atrium to eat lunch. While he microwaved his meal, I sat down at a bench along the perimeter and noticed a slim, glossy paperback lying face-down next to me. Glossy paperbacks are distinctly asian, so my glance lingered and I saw that the price-tag was marked in 円--that is, Japanese currency. I looked around, no owner in sight. I flipped the book over and read the title: ゼロから始める中国語(Chinese: Starting from the Beginning). Intrigued, I popped it open and flipped through the pages. It was definitely a girl's book: interlinear notes in hot pink. Her handwriting was so meticulous, that at first I thought it was just some graphic feature to spice up the text. There was even a CD in a clear plastic pouch on the first page of the book.
Anyway, I imagined that the girl had set the book down and ate lunch alone on the bench and then rushed off to class without remembering her book. I'd have liked to keep the book as a curiosity, but guilt got the better of me and I turned it in to the lost & found in the Dean's Office.
...
Exiting the back entrance of the business school, we walked by Batts Hall, which is under construction. Dijit said, "Hey look, they blew off the roof of the building."
Sure enough, I saw nothing but sky when I looked through the top-story windows. "Damn, musta been quite a blow-job," I said.
...
I've been seeing a lot of Oshiana-san in the UGL computer lab. He's the creepy 40-year-old who took Japanese with me the other summer. Homeboy always wore the same break-away ADIDAS shorts, black anime t-shirt, Indian-Jones-style hat, and old-school Reeboks. Instead of a backpack, he lugs his shit in a breif-case. We were always fascinated and repulsed by our class's resident pedophile.
Anyway, I notice him because he's that much of an eyesore wherever he happens to be. These days, he plays City of Heroes on the lab computers, and touches himself under the table. His avatar is a 14-year-old asian girl.
No, I'm kidding. It's actually a long-haired, adult red-head.
But I suppose playing with a computer animated woman is better than playing with no woman at all.