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Name: Nathan
Country: Japan
Metro: Feudal Era
Birthday: 5/11/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: Reading, writing, theatre, film, travel, food and wine (and beer), philosophy, religion, culture, comic books, anime, and retro video games.
Expertise: I guess you could say I'm a well-rounded individual. I majored in Communications, but you can do just about anything with that. I focused on Media Communications, but I'm not sure if I really enjoy the whole production process of film and TV. However, I do enjoy writing for TV, screen, and stage. In fact, I enjoy writing in general.
I currently teach ESL in Japan, and love many aspects of it. No, I can't day teaching is a career for me, but it's still been a great opportunity for me to learn.
I hope that my teaching in Japan and my desire to write come together and allow for some sort of idea to come into fruition. Until then, here I post.
Occupation: ESL Teacher, Writer, Sociopath
Industry: ESL, Writing, Procrastination
Message: message me
AIM:  Mister_NES
MSN: Mister_NES@yahoo.com
Yahoo:  Mister_NES
Member Since:
3/10/2006
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| Of Dreams and NightmaresThe following is fiction based on my own thoughts:
Jake woke up.
It wasn't exactly time to wake up, and it wasn't exactly too early to do so either. Either way, it was a time when he didn't want to wake up. It's just that he had no choice.
It was a bad dream. Not a nightmare. but a bad dream. To Jake, nightmares were thrilling occurrences that gave the feel of some of his favorite slasher flicks; a thing which Jake could not get enough of. They were something that he woke up from with a rush of adrenaline. In other words, he liked nightmares.
Bad dreams were different. They were depressing things that reminded him of the dull loneliness of his every day life, only worse. If he was desperate and lonely in his life, he was outright excluded by society in his dreams. If he was depressed in his day, he was suicidal in his sleep. Dreams tend to exaggerate.
In this particular dream, there was Jenn, who had recently moved in with Tom, her new boyfriend.
It was a typical scenario of a night out with the guys: walking through downtown, drinks already in their stomachs and heads, looking at women, cat calls and laughs all around, good times being had. Whenever Jake was with his friends, he had not even the slightest care about anything else, not even Jenn. That is, unless they were to run into her at some point in this dream, which of course is exactly what happened.
Jenn was holding Tom's hand. Jake didn't even have to see that it was Tom to know that it was his hand. Jake mostly stayed focused on Jenn's eyes.
The very discomfort of the situation made Jake break the gaze and try to focus on his surrounding friends. But since dreams often have their ways of making sudden changes, every last one of his comrades was with their own significant other. The only thing worse than being alone is seeing other people not being alone, especially your closest of friends.
Unable to bear the sight, all Jake could do was return to gazing at the newly taken Jenn and scream "Why did it have to be my fault? Why did I have to shit all over you?"
Jake woke up screaming that last sentence, only to find that he had fallen asleep in the very restroom stall where he had previously vomited. The phrase must have sounded hilarious to the bouncer, who was now pounding on the stall door.
It was time to go.
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| QuestioningsI've come to two major realizations today:
1. I'm not much of a team-worker. I know what readers are going to say: "Well, then learn to become a team worker!" This leads me to my next point:
2. Learning is becoming increasingly difficult as I approach the age of 30. One of my gaijin friends' who's studied psychology has told me that he had learned that people to tend to become more set in their ways and their knowledge around the age of 30. I'm 27 (and although I don't appear so on the outside, I feel it on the inside).
This explains a lot. It explains why I'm having trouble learning Japanese. It explains why I find myself constantly wanting to change habits, but not doing so.
It also explains as to why I should stop making excuses and just work all the harder. But fuck, I'm too damn close to 30 (sorry if I offend any readers who are 30 and over, you guys actually rock).
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| I Went to a Gaijin "Hook Up" Party in Hitachi......and it ended up being more like a "Let's All Watch the Funny Drunk Gaijin Party." But a part of me thinks it's better that way anyway. If you actually see it as a "Hook Up" party you're bound to feel pressured, possibly disappointed, and even depressed. My opinion is that when looking for a girlfriend, don't go "looking for a girlfriend." In other words, don't worry about such things too much.
So yeah, needless to say, I didn't "hook up," but I did get to know one of my new friends better. Basically, we rode the train back from Hitachi to Mito, and then walked all the way from Mito Station to our town (the walk took us about an hour and a half) so talking was pretty much inevitable. One of the things we mentioned was how sick we were of gaijin dudes coming here just wanting to score some Japanese tail and flaunting how many of such tails they have bagged.
My point here is that although it may be a rather crude statement (when it comes to the way in which it refers to women), I do believe in "Bros before hos." Or at least sometimes I think I do. There are certain things that a fellow male friend can relate to that most women can't. I'm sure it's a similar situation for a lot of women.
But still, sometimes I think that if my Japanese were better, I'd get me summa dat J-TAIL!!! (woot)
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| It wants me to leave
Wants me to go, give up, throw in the towel
Or perhaps it's not an it, but a they
Yes...THEY want me to give up!
They want me to pick up my belongings and head home
Or even better, not head home, but simply drill myself a hole into the fiery pits of Hell.
And to them I say "I have nowhere else to go, and nothing else to do."
Fuck 'em.
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| It wants me to leave
Wants me to go, give up, throw in the towel
Or perhaps it's not an it, but a they
Yes...THEY want me to give up!
They want me to pick my belongings and head home
Or even better, not head home, but simply pack it all in, send my soul to Hell
And to them I say "I have nowhere else to go, and nothing else to do."
Fuck 'em.
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