Feburary 16th, 2005 (13:08)
It's snowing outside. The snow is not as heavy as earlier this morning, but it still continues. A thin layer of snow has already accumulated on the ground, and the rice fields, resting from the previous year's excertion, rests silently beneath the feathery white duvet.
Feburary 15th, 2005 (4:33pm)
It seems like fate always somehow catches up with you.
The forgotten speed ticket I have gotten from a million years ago (actually, about 10 monthes prior, to be precise) has finally entered its final stages of development. Kumagaya police contacted me in the past few days about getting me over there to decide on the actual amount of punishment.
Feburary 14th, 2005 (9:56am)
Lots of things had happened. Obviously lots of things tend to happen with the welcoming of a new year. Today is my first day back in Japan after a relatively long assignment in the US, which was followed closely by a trip in China for Chinese New Years.
The most interesting of recent happenings was that I got my results from the Japanese Language testing board. I was Goukaku with 300 points out of 400 (actually not such great score at all).
look up "Spruce Goose," buddy. It is and remains to be the largest aircraft ever built (american, btw), and it was built in the 40s! wingspan is just shy of 100 metres, and most of the entire thing is built with _WOOD_. It's a true wonder that if actually FLEW. Hughes is a maniac and a genius.
p.s. the said aircraft takes off / lands on water, so there was the tiny detail of transporting it (in parts) from the hanger to the bay where it was final assembled. If you want to marvel at engineering miracles, at least marvel at ones worht marveling at.
December 26th, 2004 (7:47pm)
I'm sitting on a little stool in my kitchenette, waiting for some cold pasta to heat up in the microwave.
December 17th, 2004 (9:47am Pacific Time)
I have been in the US for about 10 days now, but it actually feels a lot longer. I think the concept of time for people is generally associated with the amount of different things one experienced rather than the actual amount of time passed. Isn't this why adults always feel that their life slips by their fingers at a tremendous speed compared to childhood? I suppose that for a child, everything is new. I cannot imagie how horribly would a life
December 3rd, 2004 (4:35pm)
This is the last day I will work here until middle of Feburary next year. I cleaned up my cubicle and even took the time to wipe tea stains off the table surface, all the while feeling irony dripping from every pore of my body: why is it human nature to clean something when it's _not_ going to be used?
November 30th, 2004 (4:16pm)
In a few days I will embark on a very long business trip to the US to support one of our larger (erm, largest) customers. I will be there from the beginning of December all the way till the beginning of Feburary, living out of a suitcase and eating things that are probably not the healthiest for me.
November 4th, 2004 (4:47pm)
Today is my first day at work after coming back from a combination NY / London trip. It took a very long time overall, but the most heartbreaking is the time flying between continents apparently consume. I lost about 4 days from a 12 day vacation to simply "getting there," i.e. 1/3 of my time I should have been spent relaxing is instead spent stressing out on a tiny seat tens of thousands of feet above ground. If anybody could make faster travel at similar pr
October 22nd, 2004 (7:34pm)
Well, i am about 15 minutes from going home, and about 20 hours away from a plane carrying me to NY for a few days, and I really havn't finished all the work that I should have finished before getting on the said plane, but the last 15 minutes is not going to save my life.
"If it's not loud, it doesn't work!" -- Blank Reg, from "Max Headroom"