absolute rubbish

watched an absolute rubbish flim that goes by the name of Dreamcatcher. can't even begin to point out what was wrong with it. every single aspect of the film was piss poor. it's one of the films where you wonder if it was meant to be comedy and you just failed to pick-up on it. from my recollection a friend of mine said this was good and thats why we chose it. any advise, recommendations or anything that comes from that person's mouth in the future will be summarily diregarded. wonder if anyone in america has tried to sue a film production company for wasting their time. blaaahhhhhhh!!

out with coffee

There nothing really new here. I’ve just decided to face up to facts and admit that my constant state of nervousness, stress, anxiety and general lack of well-being is because of caffeine intake, mainly from coffee. In an effort to answer “no” to more of the questions posted here.
I am going to finish up and against advise I will basically go cold turkey. There are numerous withdrawal symptoms documented. On this third morning of no coffee I had pain at the back of my knees and also muscle pain in various areas of my back. I did sneak in a cup of green tea this morning
which does contain caffeine but to a much lesser degree. Interestingly enough those niggling little pains went away which makes me think that caffeine is indeed at play here. It’s weird having to listen to your body. Aussie lads only really learned to listen to the most overt messages sent from our bodies.  
  

MID-WEEK MANTRA

SAY NO TO BEER, SAY NO TO COFFEE!!
SAY NO TO BEER, SAY NO TO COFFEE!!
SAY NO TO BEER, SAY NO TO COFFEE!!

work email

must, must, must find a way to resist checking work related email on the weekends or days off. easiest solution is to get away from internet access and a computer. sounds easy but bit hard for me cause I use the internet alot for my leisure activities as well......ahh...any advise is most welcome.

weapon against wax

upload: tokyogoat.

a follow-up post from the previous entry. just wanted to present a sample of a common item used by the japanese to clean their ears. as an australian who was taught not to put anything in their ear I was horrified that people dug deep into the depths with these long bamboo sticks that are slightly hook shaped at the end. my love for these however has grown to the point that I am considering becoming a serious collector. most sovenir shops throughout japan boast these, usually adorned with their local "famous" item. Aomori is famous for apples.

ear wax for 1,120 yen

have always known that I have a tiny hole in each eardrum of each ear. these little holes, that appeared naturally, serve a positive role by allowing sinus fluids to escape via my ears in the form of ear waxy type substance, releaving ear pressure and the like.

over recent years i have been increasingly aware of not be able to hear perfectly well and of there being a constant ringing in the background. along with this was a knowledge that my ears were very sensitive to loudish noises with irritation and agitation easily following.

now it's shocking the number of years that these things are allowed to continue until someone does something about it. after some superficial cleaning of the ears yesterday morning the decision was made to get myself off to an ear specialist and have a long overdue deep wax build-up cleansing. so following a quick websearch such a specialist was located within 2 minutes walk of my apartment's front door.

off i went with my national health card with Karin accompanying me to assist in communicating in the ever mysterious tongue and completion of the pre-consultation health questionnaire.

a short wait had me then sitting in an old dentist type chair, a metal funnel type object in my ear and an ever so slightly geeky, goofy-like, Japanese doctor peering, poking, proding, scraping, vacuming. the left ear was reported as "mmm...sukoshi aru'...or there's a little bit there. the right ear as "ARE!! ..takusan arimasu" ...or Gee! there's alot in there. So after a greater degree of peering, poking, proding, scraping and vacuming the doctor announced that the procedure was finished. I then learned the shocking and embarrassing extent of the sitution as I turn my head toward a small boat like paper tray on the doctors side table. An approximate total of about three kidney bean sized, hard, black rocks of ear wax sat there. "Whats that?", I wondered!! "Where did that come from?" I questioned!! "Are they little bits of cotton wool with some black stuff on the outside??" Alas. I reluctantly accepted the truth.

Mumbling a few words along the lines of "Oh, I am surpised",　"that's unbelievable", "that's filthy", "Sorry to trouble you ", and "Excuse me", I shuffled out the door , handed over 1,120 yen and vowed to spend the same, on the same, each year for the rest of my life.

the cicadas sang clearly, beautifully and loudly today.

plans? plans!?

So the Tokyo summer is kicking in and having an escape plan is highly recommended and indeed a good idea, all things considered. But as per usual, my stock standard and actual response to the numerous, idol-chat queries into my travel plans is: "plans?...umm...I don't have any plans. I will be at work."

Now this doesn't sound very interesting at first glance. The reason for this is because it's not.