This post may be a bit melancholy today. I have often thought of this question too many times to even remember if I have a good answer for it.
What determines maturity? Is it age, experience or maybe even both?
Perhaps the reason why I ask this is that it seems that as I experience more years in life, I hear of dear friends and loved ones departing this earthly life at such an early age. I have sat with the families of these sweet and tender people and discussed their lost. Yet I have always found them to not have the bitterness common in these situation. I admire them even more.
These past years have taught me how fragile life really is.
I recently received news that someone I had grown to respect deeply tragically and brutally lost his life. For some unknown reason, someone decided to end my friend's life.
I do not have the answer for the reason for why he lost his life in such a manner. I do not pretend I understand. But one thing I do know, life is fragile and cannot be wasted. It is a probationary state, a time for me to improve my life the best way I know how. To improve my relationship with those around me.
I am learning daily. Life is too important to worry about the things I do not have control over. I can and should spend my time on those I can change.
As I think of the recent news of my friend's death, I find peace. It doesn't cost me any money nor do I find it in vices of some form nor do I need to travel to far off places in search of it. I don't know how else to say it, I am at peace. I am comforted.
This is my most precious gift. Having peace amidst the seas of tumult. I can be happy and I am.
One day, I will have the answers. I will try to be patient. I will not pretend nor try to focus on the tragic way he lost his life or the others before him. For now, I thank my friend and others like him and my dear loved ones who taught me how to live a better life. For leading me to a better life. 'Til we meet again...
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
Sleeping Inn a Capsule
http://www.hostelworld.com/
Ahh yes. Sleeping made easy.
As my travel companion calls it sleeping in a tomb.
It wasn`t as bad as I thought it was going to be.
I stayed at Capsule Inn Akihabara last night. Here is their website: www.capsuleinn.com for more information on what they are. I was going to find a hostel last night. Since I do not speak Japanese, I figured the best way to get around Tokyo and to find out the hotspots, asking a foreigner that speaks English is the best to way to learn more about Tokyo. I saw this kid coming out of a bakery I was going to. I asked if he knew of a good place to sleep for the night, when he told me he found a coffin to sleep for the night, I thought that would be an experience I was willing to try.
He is from London who had just arrived from China when I stopped him, so he took me where he was staying and I was surprised at how clean it is. It really isn`t a tomb but a hotel (sort of) with capsules for beds.
Capsule Inn caters to mostly older travellers and business men as a place to crash when they are too drunk or missed the train home.
Akahibahara by the way, is an electronic store hotspot. I saw a huge line circling around a building. I approached one of the folks that were in line, actually several people until I found someone that understood my question, and he told me the line was for Playstation 3.
Today, my friend from England and I went to the Meiji Shrine. There were a ton of kids dressed in their best Kimono. As I crossed the overhang to go to the other side, I tripped and almost fell on the lap of this gentleman on a wheelchair. I was surprised to see his entourage. The guys in suits were ready to attack me! Good thing I caught myself. I guess he was someone very important because no one was in front of him and everyone stayed behind. He was surrounded by tough looking guys in suits and dark shades. In fact everyone wore black suits. They were walking very slowly. It was an interesting sight to see. My friend later tells me I might have just met (or almost fell onto) the head honcho of a Japanese mafia.
(For more pictures click on My Picture on the right side of my blog)
We also went to Shibuya and took pictures of the busiest crossing (so they claimed) from the second floor of the busiest in the world, Starbucks restaurant (as one of the Americans I spoke to on the train). Funny thing was, my friend from England commented that he came to Japan to experience Japan and so far, he has been to TGI Fridays and McDonalds.
We met Melissa, a college girl from San Ramon, California, here on a study abroad at Starbucks. She was looking for a Capsule Inn. I gave her my number but so far she has not called for directions.
After waiting for the rain to slow down, we went to Harakuju where the shrine was. We found many teenaged kids dressed in clothing that had it been in America, would have been mistaken for something one would find in inappropriate magazines.
I met a few more folks and asked them for places we should go see. We went to Tokyo Dome and found more teenagers dressed in their best costumes taking pictures like professionals doing a photo shoot.
We also found a spa (LaQua). All I can say is that these people work hard but they also know how to relax! There were hairdryers at the guys bathroom and everything a guy would need for hair products.
That was my day. My friend from England was surprised to hear I woke up at 0600. I reminded him it was his idea. He chuckled and said, `When I said early, I meant 10 am early.
I met many folks from different countries and talked to several of them. Many were surprisingly polite. My friend was caught off guard by how polite the local Japanese we talked to. He was surprised that I could talk to anyone. I just thought everyone did that.
A few we talked to were dressed in `gangstah` clothing yet surprisingly they lacked the attitude of disrespect that is often associated with the hip hoppity folks they are trying to emulate.
Maybe before I go to bed, I will finally try a Karaoke bar.
The funny thing is, all my clothes and other stuff are with my friends who are two hours away and on a separate itinerary than I am.
I love Tokyo! I can live here. In the city that is, and not in Capsule Inn.
Ahh yes. Sleeping made easy.
As my travel companion calls it sleeping in a tomb.
It wasn`t as bad as I thought it was going to be.
I stayed at Capsule Inn Akihabara last night. Here is their website: www.capsuleinn.com for more information on what they are. I was going to find a hostel last night. Since I do not speak Japanese, I figured the best way to get around Tokyo and to find out the hotspots, asking a foreigner that speaks English is the best to way to learn more about Tokyo. I saw this kid coming out of a bakery I was going to. I asked if he knew of a good place to sleep for the night, when he told me he found a coffin to sleep for the night, I thought that would be an experience I was willing to try.
He is from London who had just arrived from China when I stopped him, so he took me where he was staying and I was surprised at how clean it is. It really isn`t a tomb but a hotel (sort of) with capsules for beds.
Capsule Inn caters to mostly older travellers and business men as a place to crash when they are too drunk or missed the train home.
Akahibahara by the way, is an electronic store hotspot. I saw a huge line circling around a building. I approached one of the folks that were in line, actually several people until I found someone that understood my question, and he told me the line was for Playstation 3.
Today, my friend from England and I went to the Meiji Shrine. There were a ton of kids dressed in their best Kimono. As I crossed the overhang to go to the other side, I tripped and almost fell on the lap of this gentleman on a wheelchair. I was surprised to see his entourage. The guys in suits were ready to attack me! Good thing I caught myself. I guess he was someone very important because no one was in front of him and everyone stayed behind. He was surrounded by tough looking guys in suits and dark shades. In fact everyone wore black suits. They were walking very slowly. It was an interesting sight to see. My friend later tells me I might have just met (or almost fell onto) the head honcho of a Japanese mafia.
(For more pictures click on My Picture on the right side of my blog)
We also went to Shibuya and took pictures of the busiest crossing (so they claimed) from the second floor of the busiest in the world, Starbucks restaurant (as one of the Americans I spoke to on the train). Funny thing was, my friend from England commented that he came to Japan to experience Japan and so far, he has been to TGI Fridays and McDonalds.
We met Melissa, a college girl from San Ramon, California, here on a study abroad at Starbucks. She was looking for a Capsule Inn. I gave her my number but so far she has not called for directions.
After waiting for the rain to slow down, we went to Harakuju where the shrine was. We found many teenaged kids dressed in clothing that had it been in America, would have been mistaken for something one would find in inappropriate magazines.
I met a few more folks and asked them for places we should go see. We went to Tokyo Dome and found more teenagers dressed in their best costumes taking pictures like professionals doing a photo shoot.
We also found a spa (LaQua). All I can say is that these people work hard but they also know how to relax! There were hairdryers at the guys bathroom and everything a guy would need for hair products.
That was my day. My friend from England was surprised to hear I woke up at 0600. I reminded him it was his idea. He chuckled and said, `When I said early, I meant 10 am early.
I met many folks from different countries and talked to several of them. Many were surprisingly polite. My friend was caught off guard by how polite the local Japanese we talked to. He was surprised that I could talk to anyone. I just thought everyone did that.
A few we talked to were dressed in `gangstah` clothing yet surprisingly they lacked the attitude of disrespect that is often associated with the hip hoppity folks they are trying to emulate.
Maybe before I go to bed, I will finally try a Karaoke bar.
The funny thing is, all my clothes and other stuff are with my friends who are two hours away and on a separate itinerary than I am.
I love Tokyo! I can live here. In the city that is, and not in Capsule Inn.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Goodbye to Love
Separation anxiety, could perhaps be the closest thing in describing how I felt last Friday when I saw someone dear to me go. We have spent so much time together this past year and half, taking her with me to see many of northern Japan and creating good memories of my time here in Misawa.
I can’t help but laugh thinking about the time she got stuck in the beach and 14 Air Force cadets had to pull her out. I stopped just in time before I touched the ocean...the water was only a few feet away. It was dark and didn't realize how close we were to the water...
Yes, saying goodbye to a dear friend is hard. But as hard as it was I realized that junking her was the better decision. Yes perhaps even harder than going to an old friend's wedding. I must admit I shed a tear when I saw her off to the junkyard.
Goodbye Red.
I knew I shouldn’t have given my van a name.
Here I am sitting on the toilet. But before any of you get carried away by your creative imaginations, let me give you some background.
I have a two-story, three bedroom house that sits on a hill here in Misawa. Beside’s not having enough kitchen counter space, I think I have a beautiful house overlooking a very scenic and breathtaking view of the local park and surrounding hills. Unfortunately, the majority of the houses (9.9 out of 10) here in Misawa do not have any semblance to insulation at all. A few weeks ago, we had a mini-typhoon (65 miles of wind and a torrential downpour for 3 days. I enjoyed watching the trees danced as the wind sang along. It shook my house and made me think: are trees really supposed to bend that much? Water seeped through my windows but thankfully my house was not carried into the wind.
Oddly enough, it is always 10 degrees warmer outside my house during winter and the opposite during the summer season.
Back to my first sentence: Here I am sitting on the toilet. Many Japanese toilets have heated seats. I also have an electric heater in my bathroom. Instead of heating my living room (which takes over an hour and involves a very expensive bill) with the provided kerosene heaters (which I do not have the smell toleration for) I decided to camp in my bathroom to eat lunch, type this entry and defrost for a few minutes prior to returning to bed to sleep. Heating my bathroom, which is at least 5 feet wide and 10 feet long, not counting the bathtub and shower area, will be faster and I might as well use the seat for something else besides it’s normal use. It may also prove to be cheaper than the $400 (and then some) monthly heating bill if I chose to heat my whole house. Who knows I may just move my TV and DVD player in here and maybe, just maybe, my sleeping bag.
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| I will miss her sunroofs and plush velvet seats that turned around. |
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| I will miss her trying to jump through snowbanks. |
I can’t help but laugh thinking about the time she got stuck in the beach and 14 Air Force cadets had to pull her out. I stopped just in time before I touched the ocean...the water was only a few feet away. It was dark and didn't realize how close we were to the water...
Yes, saying goodbye to a dear friend is hard. But as hard as it was I realized that junking her was the better decision. Yes perhaps even harder than going to an old friend's wedding. I must admit I shed a tear when I saw her off to the junkyard.
Goodbye Red.
I knew I shouldn’t have given my van a name.
Here I am sitting on the toilet. But before any of you get carried away by your creative imaginations, let me give you some background.
I have a two-story, three bedroom house that sits on a hill here in Misawa. Beside’s not having enough kitchen counter space, I think I have a beautiful house overlooking a very scenic and breathtaking view of the local park and surrounding hills. Unfortunately, the majority of the houses (9.9 out of 10) here in Misawa do not have any semblance to insulation at all. A few weeks ago, we had a mini-typhoon (65 miles of wind and a torrential downpour for 3 days. I enjoyed watching the trees danced as the wind sang along. It shook my house and made me think: are trees really supposed to bend that much? Water seeped through my windows but thankfully my house was not carried into the wind.
Oddly enough, it is always 10 degrees warmer outside my house during winter and the opposite during the summer season.
Back to my first sentence: Here I am sitting on the toilet. Many Japanese toilets have heated seats. I also have an electric heater in my bathroom. Instead of heating my living room (which takes over an hour and involves a very expensive bill) with the provided kerosene heaters (which I do not have the smell toleration for) I decided to camp in my bathroom to eat lunch, type this entry and defrost for a few minutes prior to returning to bed to sleep. Heating my bathroom, which is at least 5 feet wide and 10 feet long, not counting the bathtub and shower area, will be faster and I might as well use the seat for something else besides it’s normal use. It may also prove to be cheaper than the $400 (and then some) monthly heating bill if I chose to heat my whole house. Who knows I may just move my TV and DVD player in here and maybe, just maybe, my sleeping bag.
Church day
Church was quite an experience today. My friend had all his three children on his lap while his wife played the organ. I asked if I could help by taking one of the children. He wanted to give me his two-year old but I opted for the calmer 9-month old. Had I known she was going to burp her milk all over my lap, I may have just reconsidered taking the energetic 1-year old. It was hard trying to focus on the Primary’s sacrament program. I don’t even know if I remember anything. When my friend's wife completed her organ playing duties, I was more than satisfied to relinquish my volunteer duties. I moved and sat by one of my friends who had their own children. A mother with an infant, and a father with his 18-month old son. Boy, kids are full of energy. I couldn’t focus so I decided to leave the room crossing and stepping all over people’s legs and bags. I remembered what a friend told me awhile back during her days of attending church with very young and fidgety children: sometimes Church attendance is all about the principle of obedience.
I decided to wait in the hallway and watch the children from there. A friend walked over to get ready to say the closing prayer. Her 3-year old was convinced that she would not let mommy go and did not stop from crying, correction, screaming.
She gave her to me so she could say the closing prayer but the youngun' continued to scream, literally screamed her lungs out. I was confused as to what to do next. I went downstairs to the nursery and let her down to play with the toys. She kicked and screamed. I went to get some toys out of the closet but her relentless and murderous cries made me approach her much like a prey would in avoiding a predator: I stood 10-feet away and threw the stuffed toys I found at her hoping she’d accept them as a peace offering. My attempts were fruitless and she ran towards me. Fearing for my life, I almost took off. But remembering that she was only “free years old”, I took her into my arms and walked out of the building into the parking lot, which may not have been the best choice to make either for a guy holding a screaming girl in his arms. I was expecting the neighbors to call the cops!
I just could not calm her down. I put her on the steps and pleaded firmly with her to calm down. I tried to bargain with her but realized there was nothing to bargain with. I explained to her calmly that her mother was praying and I’d take her to her mother as soon as she calms down. But that produced more shrieking. Until that is, one of the fathers from our branch walked out to the parking lot with his toddler Max. My mouth fell off my face to see the immediate night and day difference with this girl! I asked if he was her boyfriend and all she could say was yes. She was very happy to see him and could not stop talking about him. I couldn’t understand the immediate difference with the change in personality but I was not about to complain. The calming effect Max had with this 3-year old girl was just touching. I wonder if I could bottle that up and sell it as a cologne of some sort. I was able to return her to her mother calmed, thank goodness for Max!
In the beginning of the second hour of our meetings, 1-year old Dillon was also admamantly screaming in the nursery. One of the nursery leaders went to the parking lot to prevent him from disrupting class next door. I was in the hallway when I saw her walk out. I asked if I could help. Dillon stretched his arms to me and started to calm down. I had a class to teach and was prepared to take him with me to the missionary prep class but another fathers who was by the door took him from me.
When all was said and done, drool, spit and tears were all over my suit because of him laying his head on my shoulder. So there I was at the end of the day with milk vomit on my crotch, and drool on my suit coat, looking like I had just come out of war. I must say though, my tie was still straight and my shirt was still tucked. It was awesome!
I love being here in Misawa. There are so many who are willing to help each other in the simplest of ways and it shows not only on Sundays but throughout the week. Many know about these acts and some never get the spotlight. But still they serve because they enjoy doing it and not for any other reason. I am learning so much! Being involve with this branch is helping me develop a greater respect for parents and for the patience they have in raising such wonderful children.
I decided to wait in the hallway and watch the children from there. A friend walked over to get ready to say the closing prayer. Her 3-year old was convinced that she would not let mommy go and did not stop from crying, correction, screaming.
She gave her to me so she could say the closing prayer but the youngun' continued to scream, literally screamed her lungs out. I was confused as to what to do next. I went downstairs to the nursery and let her down to play with the toys. She kicked and screamed. I went to get some toys out of the closet but her relentless and murderous cries made me approach her much like a prey would in avoiding a predator: I stood 10-feet away and threw the stuffed toys I found at her hoping she’d accept them as a peace offering. My attempts were fruitless and she ran towards me. Fearing for my life, I almost took off. But remembering that she was only “free years old”, I took her into my arms and walked out of the building into the parking lot, which may not have been the best choice to make either for a guy holding a screaming girl in his arms. I was expecting the neighbors to call the cops!
I just could not calm her down. I put her on the steps and pleaded firmly with her to calm down. I tried to bargain with her but realized there was nothing to bargain with. I explained to her calmly that her mother was praying and I’d take her to her mother as soon as she calms down. But that produced more shrieking. Until that is, one of the fathers from our branch walked out to the parking lot with his toddler Max. My mouth fell off my face to see the immediate night and day difference with this girl! I asked if he was her boyfriend and all she could say was yes. She was very happy to see him and could not stop talking about him. I couldn’t understand the immediate difference with the change in personality but I was not about to complain. The calming effect Max had with this 3-year old girl was just touching. I wonder if I could bottle that up and sell it as a cologne of some sort. I was able to return her to her mother calmed, thank goodness for Max!
In the beginning of the second hour of our meetings, 1-year old Dillon was also admamantly screaming in the nursery. One of the nursery leaders went to the parking lot to prevent him from disrupting class next door. I was in the hallway when I saw her walk out. I asked if I could help. Dillon stretched his arms to me and started to calm down. I had a class to teach and was prepared to take him with me to the missionary prep class but another fathers who was by the door took him from me.
When all was said and done, drool, spit and tears were all over my suit because of him laying his head on my shoulder. So there I was at the end of the day with milk vomit on my crotch, and drool on my suit coat, looking like I had just come out of war. I must say though, my tie was still straight and my shirt was still tucked. It was awesome!
I love being here in Misawa. There are so many who are willing to help each other in the simplest of ways and it shows not only on Sundays but throughout the week. Many know about these acts and some never get the spotlight. But still they serve because they enjoy doing it and not for any other reason. I am learning so much! Being involve with this branch is helping me develop a greater respect for parents and for the patience they have in raising such wonderful children.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Dinner
There are two things microwave can't do:
1) Kill mold
2) Kill mold in leftover food
Yes, ladies and gentlemen that is a scientific fact proven today by no other than yours truly. I was hungry and I went digging in my fridge. I usually raid my friends' or my brother's fridge but since I was on sick leave, I found a container I haven't opened in quite sometime. I opened it and found some white stuff growing around some parts of it. I put it in the microwave for 5 minutes, figuring I was already at home recuperating, what else could hurt me? Besides, I was hungry. My stomach acid will kill whatever that is...
Don't worry, after finishing half of my bowl, I decided it wasn't worth it. I baked me a spinach pizza instead.
1) Kill mold
2) Kill mold in leftover food
Yes, ladies and gentlemen that is a scientific fact proven today by no other than yours truly. I was hungry and I went digging in my fridge. I usually raid my friends' or my brother's fridge but since I was on sick leave, I found a container I haven't opened in quite sometime. I opened it and found some white stuff growing around some parts of it. I put it in the microwave for 5 minutes, figuring I was already at home recuperating, what else could hurt me? Besides, I was hungry. My stomach acid will kill whatever that is...
Don't worry, after finishing half of my bowl, I decided it wasn't worth it. I baked me a spinach pizza instead.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Camping by the Sea of Japan
With a few months left (11 months to be exact) of my tour here in Japan, I made a goal to see more of this beautiful country the cheapest way I know how, driving and just camping. I also plan on taking the train and with a backpack, trying some of the hostels later this year.
I've never been to Fuji nor will I ever climbed Mt. Fuji. Too touristy and pricey for me. I prefer avoiding places where tourists usually frequent so I chose to climb Mt. Iwaki, a dormant volcano an hour or two away from here. It was a pretty hike into the forest and to the top. Not too high just 5,000 feet. It took me almost 4 hours which shows how weak I am! Seeing alot of old people skipping through the rocks that I was basically hugging to get through didn't help me either.
I also went mountain biking up the mountains of Hakkoda this summer. Our guide told me that a 70- year old woman had done it a week before without any problem. Using that as my motivation I tried to pedal as much as I could up the steady but steep incline. Steady, steady, Jerome. If that old lady can do it, you can do it Jerome! Says so by my inner voice.
I finally had to swallow my pride and tell myself I couldn't beat that old woman. One day I want to thank her for being my inspiration as my legs burned for oxygen...I swallowed my pride and chose to allow the ground to stop my dizzying fall. Turns out that 70-year old woman had been an outdoor enthusiast for decades and an avid mountainbiker.
This past Labor Day weekend I decided to go and check out the western side of Japan, which was about a 4 hour drive up and down the coast. I originally planned to go camping in Lake Juniko but the mountains and the camping spots made me feel very claustrophobic. I also only wore slippers (sandals, flip-flops). It would have made an interesting hiking story though.
I decided to camp instead by the beach. After finding what seemed like an empty beach, I set up my tent, gathered some driftwood to start a fire and watched the sunset. It was such a gorgeous sight just seeing the sun go down the sea of Japan. There is nothing more relaxing than watching the stars and the moon at night while listening to the ocean waves. Although a tremor later that evening rattled me from my hibernation. I couldn't go back to sleep because of my paranoia. The thought of a tsunami kept me up most of the night. I kept watching if the waters receded. So there I was late at night, straining to see in the dark if the waters receded and if I needed to run up a mountain side. But I quickly got over it and slept like a log, only to be awaken by foreign voices and a dog sniffing at my tent. I'm sure the locals were wondering who this crazy kid was that set up a tent by their dumpster. Yup, I woke up later that morning to find several locals dumping garbage by the beach, a few yards from my campsite, and burning it.
As peaceful as my night sleep was and camping under the stars, I also realized that shoveling for a bathroom has it's limits.
I brought my mask to snorkel with but there wasn't much to see unlike up north where I had tried to scuba dive last summer. "Tried" being the operative word. I bobbed up and down that warm ocean water more than I dove. My friend thought that was the funniest thing he'd ever seen under water. The water was very warm though.
It was an enjoyable time. I love camping. It was even more fun because I was with friends who brought their three children all under the age of three. I couldn't help but laugh at the mischiefs they found themselves in!
The following Monday our branch had it's yearly Labor Day celebration at the beach in Hachinohe, a 45 minute drive south of Misawa. I tried body boarding but I kept slipping. So I borrowed a friends inflatable bed and used that instead. I decided that it would be a lot funner to ride the waves instead of being thrown around like a wash rag in a washing machine. I am proud of my war wounds. The scratches I got from scraping the beach felt like medals to me. Although running like a mad man into the waves does the body no good. It hurt alot especially getting hit where it counts.
I got the tan I wanted to have although since my back was the only part of my body that saw the sun, I feel like a half baked potato. I am never living again where there is no ocean, says so by the guy that thought about moving to Arizona.
On a stop on the way home, taking pictures and enjoying the scenery, I hear a Japanese man yelling. I had no clue what he was saying but I kept hearing one very distinct word. I later found out what the word meant. He was yelling and saying how annoying Americans are.
That was my weekend. I had fun and look forward to having more fun this year!
I've never been to Fuji nor will I ever climbed Mt. Fuji. Too touristy and pricey for me. I prefer avoiding places where tourists usually frequent so I chose to climb Mt. Iwaki, a dormant volcano an hour or two away from here. It was a pretty hike into the forest and to the top. Not too high just 5,000 feet. It took me almost 4 hours which shows how weak I am! Seeing alot of old people skipping through the rocks that I was basically hugging to get through didn't help me either.
I also went mountain biking up the mountains of Hakkoda this summer. Our guide told me that a 70- year old woman had done it a week before without any problem. Using that as my motivation I tried to pedal as much as I could up the steady but steep incline. Steady, steady, Jerome. If that old lady can do it, you can do it Jerome! Says so by my inner voice.
I finally had to swallow my pride and tell myself I couldn't beat that old woman. One day I want to thank her for being my inspiration as my legs burned for oxygen...I swallowed my pride and chose to allow the ground to stop my dizzying fall. Turns out that 70-year old woman had been an outdoor enthusiast for decades and an avid mountainbiker.
This past Labor Day weekend I decided to go and check out the western side of Japan, which was about a 4 hour drive up and down the coast. I originally planned to go camping in Lake Juniko but the mountains and the camping spots made me feel very claustrophobic. I also only wore slippers (sandals, flip-flops). It would have made an interesting hiking story though.
I decided to camp instead by the beach. After finding what seemed like an empty beach, I set up my tent, gathered some driftwood to start a fire and watched the sunset. It was such a gorgeous sight just seeing the sun go down the sea of Japan. There is nothing more relaxing than watching the stars and the moon at night while listening to the ocean waves. Although a tremor later that evening rattled me from my hibernation. I couldn't go back to sleep because of my paranoia. The thought of a tsunami kept me up most of the night. I kept watching if the waters receded. So there I was late at night, straining to see in the dark if the waters receded and if I needed to run up a mountain side. But I quickly got over it and slept like a log, only to be awaken by foreign voices and a dog sniffing at my tent. I'm sure the locals were wondering who this crazy kid was that set up a tent by their dumpster. Yup, I woke up later that morning to find several locals dumping garbage by the beach, a few yards from my campsite, and burning it.
As peaceful as my night sleep was and camping under the stars, I also realized that shoveling for a bathroom has it's limits.
I brought my mask to snorkel with but there wasn't much to see unlike up north where I had tried to scuba dive last summer. "Tried" being the operative word. I bobbed up and down that warm ocean water more than I dove. My friend thought that was the funniest thing he'd ever seen under water. The water was very warm though.
It was an enjoyable time. I love camping. It was even more fun because I was with friends who brought their three children all under the age of three. I couldn't help but laugh at the mischiefs they found themselves in!
The following Monday our branch had it's yearly Labor Day celebration at the beach in Hachinohe, a 45 minute drive south of Misawa. I tried body boarding but I kept slipping. So I borrowed a friends inflatable bed and used that instead. I decided that it would be a lot funner to ride the waves instead of being thrown around like a wash rag in a washing machine. I am proud of my war wounds. The scratches I got from scraping the beach felt like medals to me. Although running like a mad man into the waves does the body no good. It hurt alot especially getting hit where it counts.
I got the tan I wanted to have although since my back was the only part of my body that saw the sun, I feel like a half baked potato. I am never living again where there is no ocean, says so by the guy that thought about moving to Arizona.
On a stop on the way home, taking pictures and enjoying the scenery, I hear a Japanese man yelling. I had no clue what he was saying but I kept hearing one very distinct word. I later found out what the word meant. He was yelling and saying how annoying Americans are.
That was my weekend. I had fun and look forward to having more fun this year!
Friday afternoon with Josh and Nikita
Josh's parent's asked if I could take him to his football game yesterday. He is 7 years old. Nikita, his neighbor, asked if she could watch him play football especially since she'd never seen a football game before.
I had fun watching a bunch of 7 year olds play football. I wonder sometimes why watching pro football isn't as exciting as it used to be. Perhaps they can learn from these folks.
Nikita got bored and found something else to occupy her time. I didn't see her for awhile. I saw this and couldn't help but laugh! We had fun washing her off before she got in the car.
Josh waiting on the bench. He played on the defense team.
One of Josh's teammates, yup that's a girl running with the ball. She's alot better than I'll ever be! Josh's team won 23-8.
I had fun watching a bunch of 7 year olds play football. I wonder sometimes why watching pro football isn't as exciting as it used to be. Perhaps they can learn from these folks.
Nikita got bored and found something else to occupy her time. I didn't see her for awhile. I saw this and couldn't help but laugh! We had fun washing her off before she got in the car.
Josh waiting on the bench. He played on the defense team.
One of Josh's teammates, yup that's a girl running with the ball. She's alot better than I'll ever be! Josh's team won 23-8.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Two weeks, 4 States, and 12 cities later
To those that are wondering how my leave to the States went, here's the lowdown. For those that didn't know I was in the States, well here's the lowdown too:
My flight was delayed a day so I didn't get to the mainland until Thursday. With the invitation of the AF cadets, my initial visit to Washington State was postponed and headed straight for Colorado Springs. After owing $5.75 for the toll fees, I made it to the Springs at 3 am, ending my two day trip of traveling and being in the airport.
I visited and checked out two school districts and two different possible places to live. It reminded me alot of Utah. Of course, my visit wouldn't have been complete had I not gone to the Air Force Academy. It was a beautiful campus. My respect for the cadets increased even more as I saw tourists taking pictures of everything the cadets made. It was their moving day and I saw plenty of picture takers. I could only imagine what it must be like to live in a constant fishbowl-like atmosphere but I believe they handle the situation pretty well.
After my two day trip to CO, I headed for Arizona, which was my original reason for my two week visit. I looked at homes, school districts and other cities and towns surrounding Mesa. The real estate is hot in Arizona right now. I spoke with a realtor and just to illustrate how busy he was, kindly told me that unless I was serious about buying he was going to help someone else who was. He couldn't take me but if I wasn't he was going to seal a deal with someone first. I was only interested in window shopping so I went by myself.
The desert has a different appeal but it also has it's beauty. I was thrilled to find the sun everyday and just to think, I didn't have to worry about shoving snow sold me. Saguaro lake was gorgeous and fell in love with it. I enjoyed my stay with the family I stayed with. I was on a no chips diet but after eating nachos and watching the Da "Dawg" every day at midnight with my new friend and his wife, I have to reconsider my no chips diet.
I flew to California to see a friend's wedding. It was a beautiful wedding and I am glad I got to pay my respect to an old friend. I also was reacquainted with a few people I met while in college. On my way to the airport, I decided to stay at Claremont and attend church the following morning. At the ward I visited, I was reacquainted with a friend I made many, many years ago. He completed his military commitments and was on his way to the Middle East to work with the Peace Corps.
My trip ended with me spending an unplanned two day trip to Washington. I didn't make Space A (the military contracts an airline to pay for moving its troops during moving, or deploying its folks. When there are empty seats, any military and their family dependents can sign up for them. Hence the term Space Available). I finally went to see Pike's market and watched the vendors throw fish. I was surprised to have found only one place doing it. I ate at the Crab pots, had a hotdog at a local vendor, and spent alot of time at Barnes and Nobles and Borders.
My second day, I decided to check out Tacoma the suggestion of the lady at the information booth. I went to the glass museum, watched a movie at the Grand Cinema and enjoyed the light rail. I fell in love with Tacoma's small town appeal with it's big town folks. I heard many languages being spoken while I was on the bus and also walking around time. There were many who dressed differently and I fell in love with this kind of diversity. While I believe that there is more to diversity than just the languages we speak and the clothes we wear, Tacoma proved to have everything I was looking for: easy access to public transportation, liberal beliefs with conservative values and the amount of people from different countries.
I was on the bus when I met 18-year old Anthony who lived on a boat in Gig harbor and was headed to Croatia to try living there. I enjoyed our conversation and was excited for him.
On my way home from Seattle to Japan, I flew commercial and met another kid. A college student, planning to go to med school after he graduates next year, who was headed to Thailand to go rock climbing. The same beach, Leonardo DiCaprio filmed at for the movie: the Beach or something like that. He gave me his copy of Emerson's essential writings.
So to sum it all up, here again is the results of my visits. I based my results on 4 things: Job market (high school and English as a Second Language), cost of living, outdoors, and availability of public transportation:
1) Tacoma: won with it's ease to travel via public trans. I was able to get around Tacoma using the public bus and also the light rail without any hassle. Although my initial impression was how dirty the SEATAC airport was, I fell in love with Washington. The opportunities to work with people from different countries also sold me. The year round outdoors atmosphere, and activities is also a kicker. To think that this wasn't even in my original plane and my trip was the result of my missing the plane makes it even more interesting.
2) Colorado Springs: Why not? The reason, the Air Force cadets I met. The availability of different outdoor activities also won me. Although, I found it too touristy, I'm sure there are other places that aren't filled with tourists. It also reminded me too much of Utah. I-25 was a pain and just too busy. They are working on it though. I loved the mountains which are the result of my 6-year stay in Utah.
3) Mesa: the real estate is just unimaginable. There's home and neighborhood construction everywhere and a great need for teachers. Lake Powell and the Grand Canyon were only hours away, and so was Mexico and San Diego. Very family oriented, but lacked the public transportation I was looking for. The roads were wide and I could drive a moped year round so I'm keeping this as my choice still. Also the counselors I met where more than helpful in getting me situated with finding a graduate program and school districts to work at. There are also the possibilities of working with Indians and Spanish speakers.
4) Claremont and Arcadia: way too expensive for my budget. 600 grand for a home where I can find at least 3 homes for that price, which are bigger and newer in Mesa. It was also too busy for me.
My goal now is to start and finally finish my masters degree. After changing it 5 times (again, same with my undegrad major), I think I finally found an online course that has a quality program which is also conducive to my military schedule.
I will apply at the top three states and wherever I end up living, y'all have a place to crash until y'all get settled. See ya.
My flight was delayed a day so I didn't get to the mainland until Thursday. With the invitation of the AF cadets, my initial visit to Washington State was postponed and headed straight for Colorado Springs. After owing $5.75 for the toll fees, I made it to the Springs at 3 am, ending my two day trip of traveling and being in the airport.
I visited and checked out two school districts and two different possible places to live. It reminded me alot of Utah. Of course, my visit wouldn't have been complete had I not gone to the Air Force Academy. It was a beautiful campus. My respect for the cadets increased even more as I saw tourists taking pictures of everything the cadets made. It was their moving day and I saw plenty of picture takers. I could only imagine what it must be like to live in a constant fishbowl-like atmosphere but I believe they handle the situation pretty well.
After my two day trip to CO, I headed for Arizona, which was my original reason for my two week visit. I looked at homes, school districts and other cities and towns surrounding Mesa. The real estate is hot in Arizona right now. I spoke with a realtor and just to illustrate how busy he was, kindly told me that unless I was serious about buying he was going to help someone else who was. He couldn't take me but if I wasn't he was going to seal a deal with someone first. I was only interested in window shopping so I went by myself.
The desert has a different appeal but it also has it's beauty. I was thrilled to find the sun everyday and just to think, I didn't have to worry about shoving snow sold me. Saguaro lake was gorgeous and fell in love with it. I enjoyed my stay with the family I stayed with. I was on a no chips diet but after eating nachos and watching the Da "Dawg" every day at midnight with my new friend and his wife, I have to reconsider my no chips diet.
I flew to California to see a friend's wedding. It was a beautiful wedding and I am glad I got to pay my respect to an old friend. I also was reacquainted with a few people I met while in college. On my way to the airport, I decided to stay at Claremont and attend church the following morning. At the ward I visited, I was reacquainted with a friend I made many, many years ago. He completed his military commitments and was on his way to the Middle East to work with the Peace Corps.
My trip ended with me spending an unplanned two day trip to Washington. I didn't make Space A (the military contracts an airline to pay for moving its troops during moving, or deploying its folks. When there are empty seats, any military and their family dependents can sign up for them. Hence the term Space Available). I finally went to see Pike's market and watched the vendors throw fish. I was surprised to have found only one place doing it. I ate at the Crab pots, had a hotdog at a local vendor, and spent alot of time at Barnes and Nobles and Borders.
My second day, I decided to check out Tacoma the suggestion of the lady at the information booth. I went to the glass museum, watched a movie at the Grand Cinema and enjoyed the light rail. I fell in love with Tacoma's small town appeal with it's big town folks. I heard many languages being spoken while I was on the bus and also walking around time. There were many who dressed differently and I fell in love with this kind of diversity. While I believe that there is more to diversity than just the languages we speak and the clothes we wear, Tacoma proved to have everything I was looking for: easy access to public transportation, liberal beliefs with conservative values and the amount of people from different countries.
I was on the bus when I met 18-year old Anthony who lived on a boat in Gig harbor and was headed to Croatia to try living there. I enjoyed our conversation and was excited for him.
On my way home from Seattle to Japan, I flew commercial and met another kid. A college student, planning to go to med school after he graduates next year, who was headed to Thailand to go rock climbing. The same beach, Leonardo DiCaprio filmed at for the movie: the Beach or something like that. He gave me his copy of Emerson's essential writings.
So to sum it all up, here again is the results of my visits. I based my results on 4 things: Job market (high school and English as a Second Language), cost of living, outdoors, and availability of public transportation:
1) Tacoma: won with it's ease to travel via public trans. I was able to get around Tacoma using the public bus and also the light rail without any hassle. Although my initial impression was how dirty the SEATAC airport was, I fell in love with Washington. The opportunities to work with people from different countries also sold me. The year round outdoors atmosphere, and activities is also a kicker. To think that this wasn't even in my original plane and my trip was the result of my missing the plane makes it even more interesting.
2) Colorado Springs: Why not? The reason, the Air Force cadets I met. The availability of different outdoor activities also won me. Although, I found it too touristy, I'm sure there are other places that aren't filled with tourists. It also reminded me too much of Utah. I-25 was a pain and just too busy. They are working on it though. I loved the mountains which are the result of my 6-year stay in Utah.
3) Mesa: the real estate is just unimaginable. There's home and neighborhood construction everywhere and a great need for teachers. Lake Powell and the Grand Canyon were only hours away, and so was Mexico and San Diego. Very family oriented, but lacked the public transportation I was looking for. The roads were wide and I could drive a moped year round so I'm keeping this as my choice still. Also the counselors I met where more than helpful in getting me situated with finding a graduate program and school districts to work at. There are also the possibilities of working with Indians and Spanish speakers.
4) Claremont and Arcadia: way too expensive for my budget. 600 grand for a home where I can find at least 3 homes for that price, which are bigger and newer in Mesa. It was also too busy for me.
My goal now is to start and finally finish my masters degree. After changing it 5 times (again, same with my undegrad major), I think I finally found an online course that has a quality program which is also conducive to my military schedule.
I will apply at the top three states and wherever I end up living, y'all have a place to crash until y'all get settled. See ya.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Air Force Academy cadets
Here I am sitting in front of computer #8 in the base library since my laptop decided to retire early. I'm working on my presentation due tomorrow which is also my last class for this month. Yea'y!
My mind is blank so I figured I'd type something onto my blog.
The third and final group of Air Force Academy cadets are here. I can't say anything but positive things about these folks. They each have high standards and yet they lack any air of arrogance. In fact, they're quite the opposite: they are friendly, people-oriented, educated, highly motivated, and most of all gregarious individuals. I have nothing but respect for each of the groups I've met throughout the past two years. This one though has something different about them. They enjoy doing things as a group despite the differences in their age and graduating class. They do and want to do things as a group. They take care of each other quite well and leave no one behind.
For two weeks throughout each summer, the cadets participate in shadow programs where they experience the Operational side of the Air Force. This group finds themselves under my care this summer as their social coordinator. I make sure they enjoy their stay while here in Misawa Japan. So far, this group has been the easiest one to manage due to the group size and their overall collective enthusiasm. This recent weekend I filled my 7 passenger van, and with the aid of two more friends, packed the cadets to another van and a wagon, went to Hachinohe to see the festival, and also to enjoy the serenity of Lake Towada the following day.
Driving 17 cadets everywhere was a fun experience! Too bad they're only here for a few more days.
My mind is blank so I figured I'd type something onto my blog.
The third and final group of Air Force Academy cadets are here. I can't say anything but positive things about these folks. They each have high standards and yet they lack any air of arrogance. In fact, they're quite the opposite: they are friendly, people-oriented, educated, highly motivated, and most of all gregarious individuals. I have nothing but respect for each of the groups I've met throughout the past two years. This one though has something different about them. They enjoy doing things as a group despite the differences in their age and graduating class. They do and want to do things as a group. They take care of each other quite well and leave no one behind.
For two weeks throughout each summer, the cadets participate in shadow programs where they experience the Operational side of the Air Force. This group finds themselves under my care this summer as their social coordinator. I make sure they enjoy their stay while here in Misawa Japan. So far, this group has been the easiest one to manage due to the group size and their overall collective enthusiasm. This recent weekend I filled my 7 passenger van, and with the aid of two more friends, packed the cadets to another van and a wagon, went to Hachinohe to see the festival, and also to enjoy the serenity of Lake Towada the following day.
Driving 17 cadets everywhere was a fun experience! Too bad they're only here for a few more days.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Troublemaker
(click the picture to see it bigger)
Today’s highlights: My co-worker brought me a plate of lasagna for lunch. His wife made it the night before but because I couldn't come to their house for dinner, had him bring me the leftovers. She also sent a loaf of banana bread. Yummy! I love leftovers, especially when it’s good food. It's funny because everytime I go visit my brother, he cooks for me from sratch. I have to keep telling him that I am okay with leftovers...I don't know what it is but I love leftovers especially when someone else made it. I also figured out what my talent is: getting invited to dinner or showing up just as dinner is ready...
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My English Conversation class started pretty slow today (I teach once a week at a local community center after work, to catch up most of you). I had to watch my tone to make sure my frustration didn’t start affecting my student’s learning. I had to calmly remind myself that it was I that needed to be more patient since they show up weekly to learn from me.
We learned adjectives last week and I wanted to build on that more. I tried to get them to start a discussion, but it felt like I was pulling teeth. It was then that realization hit me: they had no idea what I was asking them to do!
So I used an example: My brother is shy. I then asked: Why is he shy? I asked for examples. Yukari took her turn and said her sister was upset because of her son. When I asked why she was upset, it apparently worked. Minds began to wake up! Ikuko said because he is a teenager. Everyone laughed! I could see the wheels in their heads turning. Mitzukasu then said: He’s a troublemaker! Everyone was so excited to learn a new word. So I took that and went with it.
What makes him a troublemaker? Kayo added because he doesn’t go to school. Why, I kept asking, because he doesn’t like school...Some stammered and were embarrassed because they couldn't contribute but pulling them out of their shell wasn't as hard as I expected. They too began to participate more.
It wasn’t much but it got the class started in understanding what I was teaching. We spent 20 minutes giving examples of why Yukari's nephew was a troublemaker. One of my students reminded me that it was break time but I didn’t want to stop right there yet. Yukari was still thinking. I waited for her to finish her thought. After she gave another example, I cheered for everyone and let them go. I was so excited that I couldn't help but be excited!
These adults motivate and inspire me. They come to class weekly to learn and to improve their English. I don’t do much but show up to class with energy and enthusiasm. They seem to like our class but not as much as I enjoy coming to class. All they really need is a little more confidence and the ability to recognize their progress and their ability to speak improves. There are times when I have to pull and encourage them along especially when they start to shrink back into their comfort zone. But most of the time its them that pull me to be a better teacher. They learn better and participate more when they have confidence. I learn a lot from them.
They told me about the flea market in Hachinohe. They were very excited that I was familiar enough that I knew the landmarks around Hachinohe. We learned to recognize landmarks three classes ago so I was even more pleased that they remembered that word. I smiled and told them I knew Hach because I’ve gotten lost there many times, or as I like to call it, ‘have gone exploring’.
Most of my students have been in my class for the 5th time. They come from different backgrounds and lifestyles. I have a university professor, housewife, a nurse, salesman, daycare provider just to name a few. I have a balanced class of males and females. They are so smart and very dedicated in what they do. Next week is their time to teach. I can't wait to see them regurgitate what they've learned this past 5 weeks. It is their time to share what they know whether it is magic tricks, cooking or their hobbies, I am enthusiastically looking forward to it!
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Don't worry, I'm not driving
I'd been pouring over papers, and had been in front of the computer monitor for most of the day trying to learn my new duties (which is obtainable, I'm learning) when I decided to go outside my office for a few minutes to see what I am supporting.
Don't worry, I don't fly. I support the commander and his pilots that fly. My new assignment (I was transferred to a new squadron) finds me taking care of their administrative needs. I manage several programs that are needed to make things work. It's impressive to meet many who are quite efficient in managing several programs at once. I hope to be like them soon.
It's nice to remember now and again why I joined the Air Force: to serve. Nothing more, nothing less.
Below is a picture that was sent to us by the pilots I support. This was taken somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Cool huh?
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
20 June 06
I couldn't decide on what to name my entry. So I decided to enter the date instead. I start my English Conversation Class today. For six weeks, I volunteer at the local Japanese community center (Misawa International Center). I don't think volunteer is the right word to call it since I get paid. But since my refusal to be paid was denied and admittedly lower to what many here get paid to teach English, I still consider it volunteering. This is my 5th time teaching and I am enjoying it alot. Most of my students are adults wanting to improve their English conversation skills.
I have set up a schedule where the focus is more on practicing their English than me teaching. Many of my students struggle with that because they are used to taking notes and listening. It's challenging to get them to open up. The first couple of classes, new students are apprehensive at first and limit their participation. Towards the end of our course, they start telling and sharing jokes, although I have no clue what they are saying. At least I like telling myself that they are laughing at their own jokes and not at me...
Here is what I have set up according to the suggestions some of my students gave:
The first hour is broken by:
the first 10 minutes are spent on me teaching and giving instructions. After which we practice a lot of repetition, pronunciation, and diction. I show them what the conversation is supposed to be and let them practice for the next 30-minutes.
Then a 10-minute break.
The second hour:
we watch a 30-minute children's video and go over the video with a few questions relating to my first lesson. So if we go over introduction, I will ask them: what is the name of...? What does he or she like? Who is...?
Throughout the video, I meet one-on-one with 4 students (15 are in my class, and I've scheduled them throughout 4 weeks).
Tonight I will have another person there. A cadet from the Air Force Academy was visiting and was very excited to help. I have asked him to conduct the second hour which will help me focus meeting with my students individually.
Our courses are very simple:
First week: Learn introduction
Second week: Basic English Grammar; recognizing nouns, verbs, subjects and ojbects.
Third week: Vocabulary day; American Idioms
Fourth week: Asking questions: How, what, where, when, who, why?
Fifth week: Students will practice their English by sharing a hobby, talent or a recipe (I love recipes!)
Sixth week: Follow up, review, dinner
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My path to obtaining a secondary education graduate degree started last week and boy, do I have my work cut out for me. I've got one year to finish a two-year degree. Actually, 11 months. I'm taking it one class at a time though.
Work is getting to be a chore and I am doing everything I can to not make it so. I have been impressed with the quality of people I have met who rise up to the challenge that comes with being in the military. If I choose right, I can make this time a very successful and enjoyable 11 months. That's my plan at least.
I have rearranged a few things to focus again on the basics. To strengthen my foundation, so to speak. I am learning so much by being here and I am loving it.
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I included a friend's link above with his experience in going out with his ex-girlfriend. I found it to be reflective of how I feel. I have always felt what a tragedy it is when time spent on a relationship goes sour or become non-existent due to selfish interest or misunderstanding.
What an amazing experience it is to experience this. I can say that I understand what he said in his blog. A friend showed me this important trait when I received a phone call early this morning. I was taught the importance of what it means to be a true friend. Despite the outcome between us, or I guess more for me than her, I was taught that nothing can bring joy and sastifaction than continuing to cultivate the friendship that time and experiences have nurtured and forged. Although what I wanted was not reciprocated, I can say that I am very happy for the path she is on now. She found what she has been waiting and looking for; that is why I am happy.
I thought I lost a friend but I am very privileged and humbled to say that I have instead gained another.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
My day off
Today is my day off and what have I accomplished? Nothing. I've been sitting on my reclining chair reading my friends blogs and laughing myself silly!
If you want to know why I'd been laughing myself silly, just read the blogs attached on my blog.
Erin teaches English in the Middle of Nowhere, Iwate Ken. Hop teaches English in Nevada.
I really do need to step up my writing skills especially now that I am planning on becoming an English language teacher. It seems like I've opened up a Pandora's box wby looking for programs that have international certification in Teaching English as a Foreign Language (TEFL/TESOL). I have no idea where to start.
I was supposed to clean my house today but I decided that since I've worked myself sick this past week, I could use doing nothing to relax before starting another busy week at work.
Last Saturday was the final competition for the Misawa Idol. A copycat, and very unprofessional version of the popular American Idol; the lone male singer was told to take his shirt off by one of the female judges. Me being me, I approached the female judge after the competition and informed her that her comment was very unprofessional. Had it been a male judge telling a female performer to take her shirt off, it would be a different story with different consequences.
She replied that she was only saying what the audience have said in previous competitions, I told her that I didn't care. It was still wrong and unprofessional. Her reply? "I don't care either and you can just walk away, now". She told her fellow judges what I said and they laughed like silly school girls.
Had she been military, and if needed to which I decided wasn't, I could have taken a more direct course for reprimand based on her blatant disregard. But because she isn't military and falls under different supervision, I could only talk to her about her unprofessionalism.
Besides that I had a great weekend, which brings me to my next point, I better go clean my house before the day truly ends...it is now way past noon...
UPDATE:
Since typing this entry (which was just completed this morning) I was notified by a friend that the lady judge apologized for her comment. She and her fellow judges had a few too much to drink.
If you want to know why I'd been laughing myself silly, just read the blogs attached on my blog.
Erin teaches English in the Middle of Nowhere, Iwate Ken. Hop teaches English in Nevada.
I really do need to step up my writing skills especially now that I am planning on becoming an English language teacher. It seems like I've opened up a Pandora's box wby looking for programs that have international certification in Teaching English as a Foreign Language (TEFL/TESOL). I have no idea where to start.
I was supposed to clean my house today but I decided that since I've worked myself sick this past week, I could use doing nothing to relax before starting another busy week at work.
Last Saturday was the final competition for the Misawa Idol. A copycat, and very unprofessional version of the popular American Idol; the lone male singer was told to take his shirt off by one of the female judges. Me being me, I approached the female judge after the competition and informed her that her comment was very unprofessional. Had it been a male judge telling a female performer to take her shirt off, it would be a different story with different consequences.
She replied that she was only saying what the audience have said in previous competitions, I told her that I didn't care. It was still wrong and unprofessional. Her reply? "I don't care either and you can just walk away, now". She told her fellow judges what I said and they laughed like silly school girls.
Had she been military, and if needed to which I decided wasn't, I could have taken a more direct course for reprimand based on her blatant disregard. But because she isn't military and falls under different supervision, I could only talk to her about her unprofessionalism.
Besides that I had a great weekend, which brings me to my next point, I better go clean my house before the day truly ends...it is now way past noon...
UPDATE:
Since typing this entry (which was just completed this morning) I was notified by a friend that the lady judge apologized for her comment. She and her fellow judges had a few too much to drink.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
RSVP
I received a lunch invitation from the American Red Cross about a month ago. The event was to recognize the American Red Cross volunteers. To say the least, I was looking forward for that event. Not for the recognition exactly, just for the free lunch. When the day finally came, I left my office to go claim my spot on the table. I got there and everyone was looking at me. I walked around the room and greeted everyone I knew. Still, everyone kept eyeing me from their places on the table. Some with chicken hanging from their mouths while others knifed through a steak ever so gently. I then realized why they were glaring at me, I had forgotten to send my RSVP!
I laughed out loud, waved to everyone I knew then left to go buy me some apple at the dining facility.
Tomorrow is the day I travel to go to the Tokyo Temple. Our branch is scheduled to go on Friday. It's at least an 8 hour trip by bus or 5-7 hour by train (depending on the exit I choose to take). No, I don't get lost. In fact I've never been lost. I've been on multiple adventure trips though. Train costs $180 each way from Misawa to Tokyo. But I found a bed at the temple annex for $10. So that makes up for it.
I've also been coordinating with LDS members from the Tokyo South Stake (English speaking and also Japanese members) for a single adult devotional this Saturday. (A stake is a geographical unit made up of different congregation. A district is the same. I attend the Honshu Military District which is composed of all the military units within the main island of Japan. We are called a district because we have fewer members in our congregation, Misawa is unique because of it's sheer size, over 300 with at least 200 attending regularly).
I am excited to see how it's going to play out. The coordination has been done through email conversations. Unfortunately, I will not be able to participate in the activity but will return for the devotional that night. It will be a day filled with commute. Where I will be and where the devotional is is a two hour train ride. I used to think traveling two hours is long but being on the Tokyo trains is entirely differnt and exciting! Reminds me of taking BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit). We couldn't find a place close to Yokota Air Base but I still think it will be an exciting day! We'll be in Yokohama eating Chinese food. At least, I will be.
There's not that many involved single adults here and I've been told that they don't get a lot of people attending there as well due to various reasons. I am just excited to see who I will meet. Last time I went to an activity, I met an ambassador from South America. I got to practice my broken Spanish.
The activity for the single adults is at the same time a member of the Area Presidency (Regional Directors for our Church) will be giving the leadership training for the leadership of our congregations in our district. I am really excited for this training! Our church relies on volunteers to manage the temporal and spiritual welfare of our members, and are provided regular leadership training to provide that support. I'm amazed at how it's all done. For example, each family unit, each single adult is also considered a family unit, have a pair of home teachers that visit monthly to watch over them. Females over the age of 18,in addition to the home teachers (male), also have a pair of visiting teachers (female).
Each male ages 14 and up are called and have the privilege of serving as home teachers.
Each member in our congregation also have additional callings. My other responsibilities includes representing the single adults and to assist the full-time missionaries assigned to our branch. This includes visiting and taking care of the needs of families that have more than one denomination in their homes, those that are investigating the Church, and the recent converts to the LDS church. I work closely with our branch president and assist him in his capacity to be a steward for every one in our branch. In fact, every age group has someone responsible over them. Young Men/Young Women for kids 12 to 18, Relief Society for women ages 18 and over, Elders Quorum for men over the age of 18 and up. We also have a Primary organization that takes care of children 4 until 12. Each age group has a support system, the branch president oversees all of the organizations. We all work together in strengthening the lives of the individual and families.
The majority of our congregation are affiliated with the United States Air Force. Some work for the Department of Defense as teachers and contractors. We have one English language teacher that travels two hours to our meetings every Sunday.
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I can't wait for my classes to start my Master in Special Education but it keeps getting postponed. I'm also thinking twice about the organization I'm trying to get my Teaching Engish as a Foreign Language (TEFL) certification from. I'm researching to see if they really are a legit company.
My brother came back from the Middle East safe. I'm honored to have a brother who volunteered to serve our country. He made history but his name will never be found in any history books but that's okay with me.
I wanted to go, in fact I tried to volunteer but didn't get the opportunity. Not because I want to be part of the fight or because "it's something cool". I wanted to be there to support those that are there.
I've never seen war first hand. But from what I've heard from friends and colleagues, it is not an easy place to talk about. Hence my profound respect to those who answers to the call of duty.
United States Military Code of Conduct, Article VI:
I will never forget that I am an American, fighting for freedom, responsible for my actions, and dedicated to the principles which made my country free. I will trust in my God and in the United States of America.
I laughed out loud, waved to everyone I knew then left to go buy me some apple at the dining facility.
Tomorrow is the day I travel to go to the Tokyo Temple. Our branch is scheduled to go on Friday. It's at least an 8 hour trip by bus or 5-7 hour by train (depending on the exit I choose to take). No, I don't get lost. In fact I've never been lost. I've been on multiple adventure trips though. Train costs $180 each way from Misawa to Tokyo. But I found a bed at the temple annex for $10. So that makes up for it.
I've also been coordinating with LDS members from the Tokyo South Stake (English speaking and also Japanese members) for a single adult devotional this Saturday. (A stake is a geographical unit made up of different congregation. A district is the same. I attend the Honshu Military District which is composed of all the military units within the main island of Japan. We are called a district because we have fewer members in our congregation, Misawa is unique because of it's sheer size, over 300 with at least 200 attending regularly).
I am excited to see how it's going to play out. The coordination has been done through email conversations. Unfortunately, I will not be able to participate in the activity but will return for the devotional that night. It will be a day filled with commute. Where I will be and where the devotional is is a two hour train ride. I used to think traveling two hours is long but being on the Tokyo trains is entirely differnt and exciting! Reminds me of taking BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit). We couldn't find a place close to Yokota Air Base but I still think it will be an exciting day! We'll be in Yokohama eating Chinese food. At least, I will be.
There's not that many involved single adults here and I've been told that they don't get a lot of people attending there as well due to various reasons. I am just excited to see who I will meet. Last time I went to an activity, I met an ambassador from South America. I got to practice my broken Spanish.
The activity for the single adults is at the same time a member of the Area Presidency (Regional Directors for our Church) will be giving the leadership training for the leadership of our congregations in our district. I am really excited for this training! Our church relies on volunteers to manage the temporal and spiritual welfare of our members, and are provided regular leadership training to provide that support. I'm amazed at how it's all done. For example, each family unit, each single adult is also considered a family unit, have a pair of home teachers that visit monthly to watch over them. Females over the age of 18,in addition to the home teachers (male), also have a pair of visiting teachers (female).
Each male ages 14 and up are called and have the privilege of serving as home teachers.
Each member in our congregation also have additional callings. My other responsibilities includes representing the single adults and to assist the full-time missionaries assigned to our branch. This includes visiting and taking care of the needs of families that have more than one denomination in their homes, those that are investigating the Church, and the recent converts to the LDS church. I work closely with our branch president and assist him in his capacity to be a steward for every one in our branch. In fact, every age group has someone responsible over them. Young Men/Young Women for kids 12 to 18, Relief Society for women ages 18 and over, Elders Quorum for men over the age of 18 and up. We also have a Primary organization that takes care of children 4 until 12. Each age group has a support system, the branch president oversees all of the organizations. We all work together in strengthening the lives of the individual and families.
The majority of our congregation are affiliated with the United States Air Force. Some work for the Department of Defense as teachers and contractors. We have one English language teacher that travels two hours to our meetings every Sunday.
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I can't wait for my classes to start my Master in Special Education but it keeps getting postponed. I'm also thinking twice about the organization I'm trying to get my Teaching Engish as a Foreign Language (TEFL) certification from. I'm researching to see if they really are a legit company.
My brother came back from the Middle East safe. I'm honored to have a brother who volunteered to serve our country. He made history but his name will never be found in any history books but that's okay with me.
I wanted to go, in fact I tried to volunteer but didn't get the opportunity. Not because I want to be part of the fight or because "it's something cool". I wanted to be there to support those that are there.
I've never seen war first hand. But from what I've heard from friends and colleagues, it is not an easy place to talk about. Hence my profound respect to those who answers to the call of duty.
United States Military Code of Conduct, Article VI:
I will never forget that I am an American, fighting for freedom, responsible for my actions, and dedicated to the principles which made my country free. I will trust in my God and in the United States of America.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Spring is here!
The cherry blossoms have come once again and it is a welcome sight coming from a very snowy and dark winter.
My visit to the Philippines was short but worth it. I spent time with family and got reacquanted with friends made from many years ago. Many of whom were friends from my mission that I had lost contact with. A lot has changed since I last visited and many of which are positive.
I am enjoying my new assignment at my work. I have been reassigned to a new squadron. I now work directly for a commander supporting his pilots. I mostly take care of programs but I am trying to become more organized so that I can take care of the people first.
School starts in a week and I look forward to gaining new knowledge once again. My brain needs the interaction and stimulation only an academic environment can provide.
I have 12 months left in Japan and I want this to be the very best and productive 12 months thus far. I've set some goals, and adjusted some. I must say that it is so good just to see that I am progressing even if it is slower than a snail pace.
I am learning to gain a deeper respect and appreciation for the ability to make good choices. Each choice we make have real consequences and I am seeing it. There is no better teacher than Experience itself.
As I prepare to leave the Air Force next year, there have been a few that expressed their concerns for my leaving. I do my best in explaining that my leaving is the next step for me to accomplish the goals I have set for myself. There are still so many things I want to do and experience. I like to look at it as one more opportunity to take advantage of. I have a plan and doing my best to follow that plan, occasionally adjusting it to each and unique circumstances. It will all work out as long as I do my part in preparing for it.
Life in Japan is good.
My visit to the Philippines was short but worth it. I spent time with family and got reacquanted with friends made from many years ago. Many of whom were friends from my mission that I had lost contact with. A lot has changed since I last visited and many of which are positive.
I am enjoying my new assignment at my work. I have been reassigned to a new squadron. I now work directly for a commander supporting his pilots. I mostly take care of programs but I am trying to become more organized so that I can take care of the people first.
School starts in a week and I look forward to gaining new knowledge once again. My brain needs the interaction and stimulation only an academic environment can provide.
I have 12 months left in Japan and I want this to be the very best and productive 12 months thus far. I've set some goals, and adjusted some. I must say that it is so good just to see that I am progressing even if it is slower than a snail pace.
I am learning to gain a deeper respect and appreciation for the ability to make good choices. Each choice we make have real consequences and I am seeing it. There is no better teacher than Experience itself.
As I prepare to leave the Air Force next year, there have been a few that expressed their concerns for my leaving. I do my best in explaining that my leaving is the next step for me to accomplish the goals I have set for myself. There are still so many things I want to do and experience. I like to look at it as one more opportunity to take advantage of. I have a plan and doing my best to follow that plan, occasionally adjusting it to each and unique circumstances. It will all work out as long as I do my part in preparing for it.
Life in Japan is good.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Surprise?
I told myself never again. And yet I keep doing it: waiting till the last minute to do everything.
Here I am in the Philippines at my cousin's house using their internet connection to complete my goal of inputting the latest on my life experiences.
Getting here was a pain in the tuckus. Paperwork after paperwork just so I can visit my family. I do understand though that it's part of the job. Since my arrival here I went to visit two of my former mission areas. As missionaries we were constantly transferred to one area after another. I visited the last two areas I served in. It was a joyful reunion. They all said the same thing: we didn't recognize you because you got fatter. I laughed and felt welcomed by their bluntness. I feel that sometimes we miss alot of things focusing on being politically correct. It was refreshing just to hear them talk without any malice but simply being straight to the point.
I went to visit one of the young man I taught. He was so happy just to have the opportunity of blessing and giving his first born son a name. We had a joyful reunion. I must admit, I got choked up when he thanked me for "making the sacrifices" to serve a mission.
I also met several who remembered me after all of these years. Several have progressed farther than I ever expected.
Travelling to and fro was enjoyable. I found a place in Makati for 25 dollars a night. It was actually a pretty nice place. Another man I met on the plane was paying $100/night. I stayed close to where I stayed during my internship three years ago.
It's good to be home and to eat. But also to rekindle family relationships.
I tried to surprise them but they knew that I was here before I could even surprise them.
I sang with my cousin's band in front of a real audience. His girlfriend insisted that we sing together. I love the Filipinos! The real-down-to-earth-no-malice-honest-confident Filipinos I am continually meeting. They love to laugh, to dance, and to enjoy life. It's good to just remember that there's more to life than just work or how popular one is at work.
Here I am in the Philippines at my cousin's house using their internet connection to complete my goal of inputting the latest on my life experiences.
Getting here was a pain in the tuckus. Paperwork after paperwork just so I can visit my family. I do understand though that it's part of the job. Since my arrival here I went to visit two of my former mission areas. As missionaries we were constantly transferred to one area after another. I visited the last two areas I served in. It was a joyful reunion. They all said the same thing: we didn't recognize you because you got fatter. I laughed and felt welcomed by their bluntness. I feel that sometimes we miss alot of things focusing on being politically correct. It was refreshing just to hear them talk without any malice but simply being straight to the point.
I went to visit one of the young man I taught. He was so happy just to have the opportunity of blessing and giving his first born son a name. We had a joyful reunion. I must admit, I got choked up when he thanked me for "making the sacrifices" to serve a mission.
I also met several who remembered me after all of these years. Several have progressed farther than I ever expected.
Travelling to and fro was enjoyable. I found a place in Makati for 25 dollars a night. It was actually a pretty nice place. Another man I met on the plane was paying $100/night. I stayed close to where I stayed during my internship three years ago.
It's good to be home and to eat. But also to rekindle family relationships.
I tried to surprise them but they knew that I was here before I could even surprise them.
I sang with my cousin's band in front of a real audience. His girlfriend insisted that we sing together. I love the Filipinos! The real-down-to-earth-no-malice-honest-confident Filipinos I am continually meeting. They love to laugh, to dance, and to enjoy life. It's good to just remember that there's more to life than just work or how popular one is at work.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
11 March 2006
March is here which means Spring is right around the corner. The sun is out longer but the wind is still blowing like crazy now and again.
Notes:
* February just came like flint on fire. We had an exercise on base. We wore our chemical gear and that wasn't easy.
* I am really excited because I'm almost done paying my credit card debts. But my school loans are now just around the corner to start paying them off.
* I started my masters degree, Special Education through University of Phoenix. I will start my English as a Second Language certification as soon as I complete my degree. It'll take about a year and a half.
* Received a new calling as Branch Mission Leader for my church. I will be working with missionaries again. I enjoy it. I also will be teaching the mission prep class.
Gotta go.
Jerome
Notes:
* February just came like flint on fire. We had an exercise on base. We wore our chemical gear and that wasn't easy.
* I am really excited because I'm almost done paying my credit card debts. But my school loans are now just around the corner to start paying them off.
* I started my masters degree, Special Education through University of Phoenix. I will start my English as a Second Language certification as soon as I complete my degree. It'll take about a year and a half.
* Received a new calling as Branch Mission Leader for my church. I will be working with missionaries again. I enjoy it. I also will be teaching the mission prep class.
Gotta go.
Jerome
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Tokyo Trip
January just came out of nowhere! I was trying to keep this blog updated monthly but as you can tell it hasn't had any new information since November. Well, so what's new with me?
A week before Thanksgiving weekend, our branch (congregation) traveled to Tokyo to attend District Conference and also go to the Tokyo Temple. A couple from our branch chose to be married for time and eternity and many were privileged to be a part of that special event. The bus took about 8 hours and it wasn't that bad of a ride. On the way back to Misawa, I slept on the floor instead of cramping myself on the seat.
The trip to Tokyo is a welcomed respite from work.
Tokyo has its own beauty. A forest of skyscrapers and out of place batches of trees covered the city. I walked downtown and enjoyed the busy-ness of it all. I did enjoy riding the trains though.
While in Tokyo, I also met a wonderful girl.
A few months before the trip, my friends told me of a friend they have living in Tokyo. I was very reluctant about not being set up on a blind date. As some of you may have experienced, blind dates usually never go well. Especially the ones I've experienced. I've had more than enough blind dates to realize that just because your friends say that "you two have so much in common" doesn't equate to an instant success. I cringe every time I hear someone tell me "I have a friend that you should go out with."
I finally consented to it but because I had waited too long, the blind date was never established. My friend gave me her phone number and I ended up calling her, actually, I had someone call her home to get her cellphone number. I finally did and spent a day in Tokyo together.
I enjoyed hanging out with her and seeing Tokyo at the same time. It was just nice to meet and make another friend.
A week before Thanksgiving weekend, our branch (congregation) traveled to Tokyo to attend District Conference and also go to the Tokyo Temple. A couple from our branch chose to be married for time and eternity and many were privileged to be a part of that special event. The bus took about 8 hours and it wasn't that bad of a ride. On the way back to Misawa, I slept on the floor instead of cramping myself on the seat.
The trip to Tokyo is a welcomed respite from work.
Tokyo has its own beauty. A forest of skyscrapers and out of place batches of trees covered the city. I walked downtown and enjoyed the busy-ness of it all. I did enjoy riding the trains though.
While in Tokyo, I also met a wonderful girl.
A few months before the trip, my friends told me of a friend they have living in Tokyo. I was very reluctant about not being set up on a blind date. As some of you may have experienced, blind dates usually never go well. Especially the ones I've experienced. I've had more than enough blind dates to realize that just because your friends say that "you two have so much in common" doesn't equate to an instant success. I cringe every time I hear someone tell me "I have a friend that you should go out with."
I finally consented to it but because I had waited too long, the blind date was never established. My friend gave me her phone number and I ended up calling her, actually, I had someone call her home to get her cellphone number. I finally did and spent a day in Tokyo together.
I enjoyed hanging out with her and seeing Tokyo at the same time. It was just nice to meet and make another friend.
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