Charles Bukowski said:

And I'm paraphrasing here because I can't find the quote: "The worst kind of writer is someone who calls himself a writer." I personally don't think there is by definition any such thing as a "writer," through his talents or through nurturing. My point here is that writing is never an isolated thing: it's always a way to express ones' self, a medium to use in relation to everything else. This gets into linguistics and the kind of topic Greg last hit on in his last blog entry, concerning the purpose of speech - I won't get that deep, but I want everyone to know I'm not a writer. I'm just a guy who likes to read a lot, and thinks all too much to keep it all in my head.

Now that we have that out of the way, here are some pictures!

A brief tour of my building:

My shoebox which doubles a mailbox, apparently.

Umbrella holder. Literally every store you ever walk into here has one outside too, and a plastic-bag dispenser if you want to carry your umbrella with you. Efficient!

THOU SHALT NOT PASS.

Hehehe

There are even separate slippers to wear in the friggin' bathroom!

Japanese-style toilet! You squat, not sit.....I go downstairs to the Western-style ones for my "serious business."

Here are a few pics from back home I wanted to post:

Me and the family at Epcot last year, minus Mum taking the picture. On the right is my cousin who loves anime and is super jealous of my current status! She rulez. In the back is my Aunt, who threatens to flash me every time we talk on webcams (!!!) and in the chair my sister Barbara. I miss 'em all! And my beard!

My cat "Lil' Pete" as a kitten almost 2 years ago. This was my background for a while.

Hangin' out.

YOU CAN'T SEE ME

Random fact o' the day: My new favorite way to study Japanese is reading the manga Bobobo-bobobo-bobo. I die of laughter every time! :)

"Don't wanna have to take your shit anymore, I finally concluded that life is way too short, oh... The ticking of the hourglass, the tiny grains of sand, it beckons me like gravity, like signposts on the land. Have you got what you wanted with the force of reprimand? Seconds are all runnin' out, we're running out of Tiiiiiiime.... Let's go!" - Bad Religion (I'm on a BR kick right now)