01
Jan

2009 New Year’s Resolutions

This year has already gone off to a good start. I’m right now at my place, with several of my friends making plans to go snowboarding the next three days,  and heading to Japan  two days after that.

After this, my life brings me back to Japan, and I hope to improve myself, and the world I’m in to be a better, more fun and pleasurable place for all that I interact with. So, I have these 10 resolutions to live up to.

1. Live Courageously

Moving to Japan can be a terrifying experience. Not only is the culture shock massive, but the reality of threats from crazy North Korea, and living on several fault lines can be very upsetting. In the past year, there’s been several incredibly bad earth quakes in Japan alone that could curb me from moving there. There’s also the economic crisis, my limited (but improving Japanese skills), and the general fear of the unknown.

Regardless, I resolve to face my fears every day and keep moving towards my goals. Fear is the spice that makes adventure possible. No matter how scary something is, fear has never been a good reason not to do something.

2. Stand Tall and Alpha At All Times

My posture has been an ongoing issue for the past few years, and something I want to put and end to. So, this year, I am going start working my abs and lower back more, do pilates and yoga, as well as simply to be aware of my back and to keep it straight.

3. Smile Like Joe Biden

My friend and wing The Walrus had a philosophy about smiling - you should do it all the time because it makes you feel good and others feel good too. He’s one of the most positive and successful guys I know, so I resolve to adopt this mindset.

4. Do All Japanese All The Time Every Day

I’ve mentioned how I’m using the phenomenal All Japanese All The Time.com method to learn Japanese, and it’s giving me massive success. So, to keep that success, and in order to keep in line with SuperMemo’s theory on memory, I resolve to review my SRS every day, add at least one new item to my SRS everyday, and speak Japanese as much as possible.

5.Work Out 4 Times a Week for 25 Minutes Each Time

I attempted 5 times a week last year, and couldn’t find time for anything more than 3 times a weeks, so I want to improve on that. I’ll do anything that will get my blood and body moving including the gym, running, lifting, dancing, sex, or anything else. They all count and all will work well, so I resolve to keep my body in shape.

6. Meditate Daily

I’ve listened to about half of Shinzen Young’s audio program, The Science of Enlightenment, and agree that meditation has massive benefits physically, mentally, and spiritually. So, I resolve to meditate for at least 1 minute a day everyday.

7. Double The Number of Girls I Have Slept With

This is an entirely arbitrary number, but something that I know I am capable of doing in 3 months or quicker. I enjoy being with women, having sex, and having adventurous, so I resolve to keep doing this, just more often.

8. Learn About Marketing, Income Management, and Savings

The recent economic crisis has me both wanting, and needing, to know about how money, selling, and saving work. I have no idea about terms, concepts, or what they mean in the real world, and that is a big weakness on my part. I resolve to learn how to make my money work for me.

9. Stay Positive At All Times

I have a tendency to get grumpy and closed off from others when I don’t like what’s going on, or I am just tired. That’s not an excuse to feel bad, and shouldn’t be a pattern I’m stuck in. Instead, I resolve to use my resources to “recogniz[e]the subjective nature of the human experience – how what you focus on becomes an unconscious habit and creates your sense of reality – and then becom[e] the type of guy who radiates an attractive positive energy out towards the world”, just like what Tyler Durden wrote.

10. Take Dance Lessons

I’ve dated a dancer, learned to do basic salsa steps, but just genuinely have always wanted to become a skilled dancer. So, I resolve to spend some of my money learning how to dance.

Ten’s good enough for a year

31
Dec

2008 - What’s Really Good

2008 was my best year yet.

In the course of the 365 days that have just gone by, I have gone through some radical changes, turning from a well spoken keyboard jockey to a world traveling player with some quality control issues. Looking back, I have absolutely no regrets, and know that next year will be better than the last.

So, What’s really good?

I started this blog as an attempt to see where life would take me, for the plain reason that I didn’t have a direction that I wanted to go in. Last year, I was stumbling around clubs in America not even sure why I was doing it and writing about unattainable goals. This year, I capped it off with smoothly sleeping with a study buddy and making out with too many girls.I don’t think that I could have predicted this if I had tried. I’m just stoked at the progress.

This year blew my mind. I wrote these 7 goals down a year ago, and I believe that I have attained every one with massive success.

1) Be Present As Much As Possible

This was a little tricky to grade, yet I know that I’ve succeeded. The intention was to “be in my body as much as possible” and “fluidly and naturally” live life. After setting foot in Japan, it didn’t take much for me to deal with culture shock, a cornucopia of emotions, and the constant thrill it was to live there. Even in the States, the thrill of improving Japanese every day and simply getting better made me want to be here, now as much as I could.

Check.

2) Fully Experience Each Emotion

Last year, I capped myself off from feeling certain emotions by overthinking, and believing that negativity was the natural order of things. Instead, the euphoria, confusion, and excitement of Japan brought me out of that shell, and challenged me to be more. In another country, there was no time for me to hold back, and I didn’t.

Check.

3) Workout 5 Times a Week for 25 Minutes or More

This one I didn’t complete. I definitely got 3 times a week, every week this year, but 5 times a week was pushing it. I had no idea how lost you can get in Japan, and how time can, really, fly.

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4) Make a Point of Sarging at Least Three Times a Week

In Japan, this was absolutely true. In America, well, I refocused on studying. There was no reason for me to go out and hunt three times a week to “stay sharp” when my time would be better focused on studying. Still, since the intent was on picking up Asian girls, I think this turned to be a success.

Check.

5) Get My Hobbies Back

In Japan, this was absolutely true. I did yoga, meditated, started watching great Japanese TV and movies, went clubbing, fell in love with Trance and House music, watched my Celtics soar to success and the Patriots stumble into defeat, all the while keeping up with friends, family, and life.

Big check.

6) Give Everything My Best

Oh yeah.

I became known for the saying the expression “Don’t be a bitch.” amongst my friends and was told that I “study” Japanese “too much,” “care too much” about working out, and love to party “too much.”

Big check.

7) Act Like a Man I Am

No wishy washyness. I flirted out a lot of bad blood and cut off some ties that were holding me back, in spite of my desire to “keep in touch with old freinds.” I moved to a foriegn country in search of fun and came back with a 闘魂 (toukon, “fighting spirit”) and a straight purpose in life. I shocked my friends in family in my new self, and became, for the first time ever, an adult.

Check check check check…

There was lots and lots of other highlights this year for me too.

  • First and foremost, I doubled the number of women I slept with to above the lifetime average of most American men. There was my First Japanese Girl Everrrrr!, The 39 Year Old Dancer (Part 1, Part 2 ), then, there was the Otaku girl (whom I neglected to blog about), and finally, there was the study buddy.
  • I lived in Japan for 7 months straight.
  • I traveled to Korea for a week which shocked me, challenged me, pushed me, enlightened me, and faced me a new plateau to climb.
  • I started doing Japanese All The Time and reaped the benefits.
  • I drank champagne in a VIP lounge in Hong Kong.
  • I kick boxed with Masato, the K-1 kickboxer.
  • I went to my first gay club and was comfortable with it.
  • I became completely comfortable with being an “Asian Fetishist”
  • I began breaking down all my sarges into success, points to improve on, and new discoveries.
  • I was referenced on All Japanese All The Time and a world famous pickup artist’s blog.
  • I overcame my self doubt and became confident in myself.
  • I benched 250 for the first time.
  • I picked up girls who didn’t speak the same language as I did, consistently.
  • I met some of the coolest people in the world.
  • I overcame my lingering anxiety.
  • I worked for a top broadcast company for a month straight.
  • I met the soon to be President of the United States of America.
  • I ate the freshest sushi in the world at Tsukiji.
  • I produced my first feature film.
  • I went to school for three semesters.
  • I changed my fashion entirely.
  • I spent lots of time with my family and friends.
  • I went to three of the best clubs in the world.
  • I learned the give girls squirting orgasms.
  • I helped motivate and cheer on lots of people who had given up.
  • I found my purpose in life.

This year, really, was my best year yet. I can’t wait to see what next year brings, even if it is not as good as this one. Looking back, I know I can achieve everything I want, and better yet, help others get where they want to be too.

30
Dec

Field Report: Greed in Boston

It’s been a long night, and many lessons have been learned. I took a trip down to Boston on a gamble with an ex, and bit off more than I could chew. Still, the night wasn’t a total loss, and I definitely learned more in the few hours in Beantown than any other night in America.

Lesson 1: Silence Speaks

I’m back in New England with 2 weeks before going to Japan. I’m spending several hours a day studying Japanese, exercising, and coordinating small events to keep myself occupied. I keep myself busy, but I’m bored. So, I look up my exes on facebook from high school, message them, and see where it will take me.

“Hey! I haven’t seen you in a while! We should hang out in Boston soon!”

My first girlfriend, a cute Chinese girl, responds enthusiastically to my message almost instantly. It’s been well over four years since we last talked, and the break in between has her going.

“Oh my God! Emergency! Let’s hang out we need to catch up!”

I curbed the conversation towards clubbing and partying, and we make a date to club the coming Sunday. She’s excited, and I am as much. I want to nail my first girlfriend right.

Lesson 2: Greed Masquerades as Ambition

Last night, I arrive at her dorm apartment off of Commonwealth Ave. The building shines over the winding street and matching river, reflecting the lights of an old American city. Her roommate, an equally as cute but curvier Chinese girl, greets me with a European style kiss and a sensuous touch.

Right then, I pencil in the idea of a threesome.

We go up stairs, I meet my ex, and share a few drinks. I’m not one for alcohol, but I am one for courtesy.  We loosen up, my ex starts clicking back into her former emotional self, and her roommate is looking ready for a new adventure. Within minutes, we hop a cab, and end up at Club Saint.

The place is a much older crowd and is mostly blocked off from dancing, so the three of us grab some drinks. They’re chatting between themselves, and I’m brushing their backs. We grab a table, I tell stories of my travels and they tell their’s, and soon I have two cute Chinese girls wrapping themselves around me.

“I know I can do this.” I whisper to myself.

Lesson 3: Envy is the cousin of Greed

I bring the girls to the dance floor. There’s about four couples there bumping and grinding, and no of whom were doing very well. Like wolves, the prospect of two Asian girls has many of the guys eyeing my prospects, and making them uncomfortable. I grab them by the waist, and start the dancing anyways.

It’s a game of switching back and forth. I take my ex and bring her in close, and the switch to her roommate and bump and grind with her. After a few minutes they’re loosening up and start taking turns with me. Soon though, the drinks kick in, and the two take turns going to the bathroom.

Greed kicks in.

With my ex, we pull each other in close, dance slowly, and kiss slower. I whisper how I want to “fuck her right here on the dance floor”, she shakes in excitement,  but jumps up when the roommate returns.

Not a minute later, they switch, and I’m soon doing the same thing with the roommate. Dance, kiss, whisper, make out.

But the makeout lasts much much much longer than I had expected.

And my ex doesn’t come back.

A few minutes later, we go looking for her, hand in hand, and see her talking to another guy. I’m happy because she is comfortable with meeting new people, and not in the slightest bit jealous. We say “hi,” go into a closed off room, and the roommate mounts me.

I haven’t been kissed like that since my first one night stand.

“I know whose bed I’m sleeping in tonight” I say.

Lesson 4: It’s Better to Start Fresh Than to Fix

A bouncer asks us to move, and soon, the club’s lights turn on. My ex bolts from her new guy, and start getting in my face about making out with her and her roommate. The roommate casually moves away, guilt ridden, and I’m talking in circles with my ex. Just like old times.

“You’ve changed so much Emergency. I can’t believe you think this is OK.” She says.

“仕方ない~ I can only do what my body tells me to do.” I try to play it off smooth, and go in for the kiss, but all I get is a little peck from pouty lips.

I’m in damage mode.

We head back to the apartment and the two split off. I go with my ex, who is hiding in an open room, and catch up for the second time that night. We’re soon making out passionately, but are constantly interrupted by her guilt. The escalation goes back and forth, and I’m officially back in high school.

I eventually cave in, get pissed, and move to her roommates room. She’s pretending to be asleep, and is more than receptive to my moves - she just doesn’t want to be the one making them. My ex storms by, and I’m soon playing girl ping pong - jumping between the two adjacent rooms in hope of getting both - or at least one- of the girls in bed.

Eventually, they two come together, have a minute of girl talk while I’m in the bathroom, and the whole night was reset. They’re laughing, running around, and decide to make Mac-and-Cheese at 4 in the morning.

When a girl makes Mac-and-Cheese at 4 in the morning, you’re either doing something right, or something very wrong.


Lesson 5: No Regrets

We eat, and the roommate goes to bed. It’s me and my ex in an emotional face off not unlike a staring contest with bad memories.

“Remember why you broke up with me?” She says.

“I didn’t want to do it, but you made me.” I rebut.

“We could have still been together.”

“I can’t change the past.”

Uck. My chodiness is coming full force, so I shift gears into something more productive and bring her back to the bed.

We start making out again like on the dance floor, and she’s even more hesitant. This time, I know that this is my last shot for something, so I push regardless. A kiss and hesitation. A touch of her breasts and a sigh of frustration. I brush of the finger and a murmur of pleasure.

“I can’t do this…but I want your cock.” She says, torn.

“I know this is so wrong … but I can’t control myself.” I rebut.

A few swirls of the finger and a pull of the hair, and she’s cumming. I’m ready to grab the condom, when at five in the morning, her younger brother calls.

He’s coming to pick her up so she can work at the family restaurant.

“Just be late. You know you won’t get this anywhere else.” I say to her, nearly pleading.

“No, I have to go. Enjoy Japan.” She says, full of sadness, full of lust.

I submit, say goodbye and go to sleep.

The next day, her roommate escorts me out to my, surprisingly towed car. She panics, I keep my cool, and call the company. Within thirty minutes, I’m heading out and getting texts from the roommate:

“It was nice to meet you. Have a safe trip home and let’s hang out soon! :)”

I pause, now $150 poorer, and don’t respond.

8 days until Japan.

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5 Things I Did Well

  1. Posture. It helped having two cute Chinese girls on my arms, it wasn’t hard to walk in like a king.
  2. Storytelling - Although this was some of my stock stories, they both loved them and were more attracted to me after the telling.
  3. Non-Reactiveness- For most of the night, I kept my cool and said what I wanted. Only at the very end did I crack.
  4. Statement of Intent- I was honest and direct about my intentions with the girls, and, if nothing else, it gave me a nice make out.
  5. Escalation - With my ex, when it all should have been wasted on stressing and drama, I was able to get her off, and almost seal the deal. That wasn’t a problem.

Five Things I Will Improve on Next Time

  1. Logistics - I didn’t realize how troublesome playing both the girls would be. In retrospect, it was obvious how this would be a bad situation, and now I know to look before I leap.
  2. All Or Nothing- If I make a statement of intent (as in “I would fuck you on this dance floor if these people weren’t here), I better be swinging for the fences. It’s my job to seal the deal afterwards.
  3. Timing- When two girls live together, space out when you hookup with them, and keep it behind closed doors.
  4. Cut Dramatic Conversational Threads - There’s no reason to keep talking about emotional topics, especially if it is automatically going to start a fight. Cut it and move one.
  5. Make Them Invest - There was no reason for these girls to want to fight over me other than the hookup we had, and my past relationship. More investment, more fun.

Five Things I Noticed

  1. Do Not Make Friends Jealous of Each Other - Especially on the same night. There’s too many girls to be wasting time like this again. It’s the recipe for drama.
  2. Entertainment is Better Than Honesty - If it’s more fun, it should be done. No one cares what actually happened objectively, as long as it goes by pleasurably. This is especially true with one night stands and bouncing around in clubs.
  3. Mixing and Spiking - It’s good to have girls play off of each other by mixing up the situation, and having fun. When I was with these two girls, the hottest girls in the VIP were constantly eyeing me and wanting in over guys buying them drinks left and right. It was clear that the mingle works.
  4. Chasing - Who’s chasing who? If you have the girls invest in you more and more, and they will be attracted to you more and more. Nothing went all the way last night because there wasn’t that much investment in me, nor I in them.
  5. Guys Are Desperate - The roommate and my ex talked to other guys for no longer than 5 minutes, and 5 minutes after the club closed, all of them texted, one twice, and another called twice and texted three times. It’s good to break that rule.


26
Dec

Quality Control

One of life’s greatest gifts is knowing that you have the power to interpret your life. Every moment of every day, your life is filled with a variety, abundance, and constant flow of stimulus that we use to create our world. Some it comes as senses, other, as feelings, and others, as the emotions that rise out of the two. Just the same, this stream is never ending, constant, and permanent.

As humans, in that we have intrinsic limits of space and time, cannot possibly process all information at once, and have to do something with all this information. Many of us, unconsiously, develop habits, beliefs, and idea about the world that allow us to sort and simplfy the infinite complexity of existence into bite sized pieces. To that extent, the world is what you think it is.

And for those that want the most out of their lives, for those of us that, instead of allowing the ebb and flow of existence to take us where it will, decide on our values and priorities, we must be able to see things in a way that allows us to get there.

This is the essential mindset of men and women who have made a difference in the world, large or small, and have created something with the tools they have been given.

For someone like me (who is moving to a foreign country, learning the “hardest” language there is, and wants to be successful at it all), there must be a way to change interpretations.

NLP calls the concept “reframing.” Extraordinarily simple, the process is takng some belief or interpretation of reality that frustrates you or holds you back, and seeks the good in it, assuming that there is some good to come out of it. The classic example a man complaining about a rainy day. Although he may get his new suit wet, it offers him an oppurtunity to buy a new umbrella, to meet someone new and ask for help, or possibly, in some place far off, help some poor farmer who needs the help from this same storm.

Reframing is relentless positivity.

For me, when it comes to the sometimes confusing world of dating interracially and internationally, there are many common labels and interpretations that I face and could blindly accepts. Seeing dating as a complicated “game” with its players and victims, assuming that there is a small number of women in the world to pick from, desperately seeking Hollywood-fairytale love, or seeing a personal preference as an intrinsic and flawed perversion.

Instead, I call upon the power of the reframe, and make all “problems” I have into “quality control” items - good problems to have and to work on.

One of my wings in Japan started to run into some “quality control” issues when he first started getting successful with dating Japanese women. As he was going out more and more, he was consistently getting more and more dates, and constantly was messing up girls’ names and scheduling them at the same time. In the matter of a week, he has lost two girls for calling them the wrong name, and flaked on another. Stressed about this, he called me up, and told me this hilarious story.

“Dude, are you serious?” I said to him, laughing.

“Yeah, this really sucks. I have all these cute girls that want to date me, and I’m messing it up left and right. I wanna just get it right.”

“Look,” I told him, “You got nothing to worry about. You’re a cool foriegner in Japan, who not only has enough money and time to go out and hang with friends, but you’re also constantly hanging out with new people and meeting new girls. On top of that, you have so many dates, that you’re making simple mistakes and making them into problems. This is really just a quality control issue.”

He laughed, shrugged it off, and then went right back to doing the very thing he set forth to do. The best part was that, even after all the emphasis he put on making mistakes on these dates, he was still massively successful in every other area, and making miniscule slip up that anyone could make on any given day.

That’s the nature of a quality controls- they always seem bigger than they are, and never truly have any massive bearing on your well-being. When you really break it down, unless is immediately threatens your life (such as being held at knife point), there is really nothing to stress about. And more so, when it comes to those dangerous situations, you’ll know that is something to be concerned about, and, hopefully, have a clear enough mind to do something.

Of course, I’d assume that being under the immediate threat of death wouldn’t spin you into belly-button starting introversion, but action.

And that’s what this really does. You can see how silly almost every problem is in your life (no matter how important you may think it is), learn to relax into it, and move into doing something about it.

Is Japanese impossible to learn? Be glad that you have the free time to worry about how comparatively difficult learning a foreign tongue is.

Are you getting rejected as you walk up? Be stoked that you have the balls to talk to strangers, and the strength to do it over and over again.

Are you terrified of an economic depression? Be glad that you’re not currently living in one, and smart enough to make measures to do something in case one occurs.

For me, knowing that life has given me so much already, and that these things that may pester me are little but fleeting nothings is both a massive motivation to push forward and well as rallying call to live as my best self. Try it for yourself and see.


19
Dec

Lay Report: From Study Buddy to Fuck Buddy

It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to share a lay report you with you guys.

Partially, it’s because I’ve been located in America for the past couple months, catching up on my studies at university, and making up lost time with old friends. The other part of it has been my approach to AllJapaneseAllTheTime.com, where I started a study group with some J friends of mine everyday, as much as possible. This used up a lot of my time in energy, but was absolutely worth it.

Best of all, I made really good friends, and gave a lucky girl two nights of wild sex.

Day 1 - Burkina Faso

About two weeks ago, I went down to the study lounge with the crew and bumped into a hot Natsuko Tastumi looking J-girl with gorgeous eyes. The dormitory we live at is full of international students, most of whom are some sort of European I don’t care about or Korean. Seeing her was not only refreshing, but a surefire way to brush up on my nanpa. Seeing her talk to some of my friends, I went over to “help her with her homework.”

She could barely speak a lick of English. I mean, “Hello” was just outside of her comfort zone, and yet she had to write a one page report on Burkina Faso.

So, instead of being a stone faced eigo-sensei, I made fun of her English, which she ate up, and explained her writing in J-Go. Densetsu, who studies with us as well, came over to her and poked fun at her as well. Soon, it grew boring, so I bounced to my work.

Eventually, I came back, edited her paper, and busted her balls in Japanese about what she wrote. She ate it up, and started to open up to me telling me about living in Chiba, how America is different, and other stuff. Flirted back, and went back to studying soon after. Quickly, she moved with us and became a study buddy form there on out.

It was pretty clear then that she was keen from that point on.

Day 2 - Ride the Bull

One of my best friends (Tai) came down to visit last weekend, and we made some big plans for the night.
Pre-gaming at my friend’s place, then another friend’s Reggae party, and visit his FB at a Country Western Bar along with meeting girls at the same time.  En route to the first stop, and while gathering up the Japanese study crew, I decided to have them call the girls that we study with as well. As it happened, we bumped into HBEyes and her more fluent J-girl friends. I invited by saying:

Emergency: Yo, what are guys doing tonight?
Friend: うんん、まだ決めないけど・・・
Um…we haven’t decided yet…
Emergency: Cool. We’re going to a reggae party. Come with us.
Friend: Ok! We’ll get ready!

We waited, and eventually rolled to my friend’s place for some drinks. All in all, eight of us rolled up to my friends’ pad with a thirty pack in hand, across Philadelphia, and all having fun without drinking. When we got out in North Philadelphia, all the girls carried some hesitation with them. I joked with them, I introduced them to my friends, all the while acting as the  translator, and started a game of Kings going that loosened everyone up.

Still, Before even introducing HBEyes to them, my three American friends were all after her, trying to speak all the Japanese they knew. I let them go at it and flirted with the other girls. “It’s all you,” I said, letting them get some well deserved attention. I remained cool, and kept thing going smooth.

Soon, it was time to head out to the party. Since we were in North Philadelphia, one of the poorer ghettos of the city, I led the pack of the 12 of us towards the house and kept everyone safe and talking. We got sidetracked by some homeless people, one lady who claimed her “water broke” (super sketchy), and then, got lost going to the party. It turned out the party was the night after.

Fuck.

Everyone got rambunctious, so I walked them a block away to another house party, headed in, and started dancing. We schmoozed with the juiced up guy at the door, and headed. The Japanese guys ran for the beer, and I started dancing with HBEyes. She was shy, as her friends weren’t dancing, so I hopped on and danced with them. Soon enough, the lot of us were having fun, meeting people, and drinking.

It grew somewhat old for me and my friend Tai, who was looking to hookup with his party promoter FB, and we decided to head to the next stop. There, we lost my American friends, who wanted to stay at the party, and two of the girls, who were only 20  , but 6 of us, including HBEyes and I, got in.

The joint is a huge Country Western style place, with two massive bars, a live band, dance floor, and mechanical bull. My friend works there as a bartender, and Tai is fucking one of the hired guns. We’re also killers on the bull, so it’s social proof out the whazoo. Instant good time.

Myself and Tai ride the bull, get the girls to do the same (they always wanna go on two a time), score some cowboy hats, free drinks, and dance a little bit. I start having HBEyes sit on lap for compliance, and she eats it up. Her other friends start fighting over who gets to sit on my lap, so I make them じゃんけん to get it. The J-guys are having fun playing pool and talking to girls, and Tai gets a little from his girl. Soon, its 2, and we head back to the dorm.

Unfortunately, Tai has to stay over the night, so the option of closing HBEyes is ruled out.
Still, I keep spiking her on the way back by keeping her and her friends warm in the cold, chatting everyone up in the cab, and starting a fun conversation about “the craziest place you had sex.” At the dorm, Tai passes out, the rest of us play pool, and I teach HBEyes how to play and consistently beat her in 9-Ball. By 6 am, we all head upstairs for bed.

On the way up HBEyes and I share and elevator. I kino her more, give her a kiss goodnight, and leave with her all giggly in the elevator.

Day 3 - Transition from Study Buddy to Fuck Buddy

Sunday night. I have two finals coming up the next day, and am scrambling to cram Physics as best as I can. We have the same study group as the before, and around 11pm, HBEyes comes down.

HBEyes: 何勉強するの・ What are you studying?
Emergency: uh…フィシックス・・・化学だけど、ちょっと違う Uh…Fi-Shi-Ku-Ssu. It’s Chemistry, but a little different.
HBEyes: そうだな~ Really?

I have no idea how to explain what I’m doing, so decided to just spike her when I needed a break. So, every couple of minutes or so, I would poke her, ask her if she thought X celeb was cute or not, ask her if she was an S/M, or say a random tongue twister.

Soon, she gets incredibly interested in my type, and lot of us discuss what celebs we think are cute. She shows me some random plain looking J-Girls, which I kind of throw away, I show her my type (pretty eyed, freckled, and long-legged Asian girls like Lucy Liu), which isn’t too far from what she looks like. Eventually, the “Asian girl” question comes up.

HBEyes: アメリカ人好き? Do you like American girls?
Emergency: ううん。 どうして日本語勉強すると思う? Nope. Why do you think I study Japanese?
HBEyes: 分からない~ I have no idea!
Emergency: 日本の女が好きだから・・・ Because I like Japanese girls.

She knows that I’m a playboy at this point, but seems to be more turned on than before. This the first time I mentioned something like this in a sarge, and her kino shot up after I mentioned it.

Eventually, the lot of J-guy and girls head up to bed, leaving me and HBEyes in the study lounge. We start watching some of the Dramas on my Computer - タイガー&ドラゴン、 エンジン、 ROOKIES. She starts to snuggle up close to me and after about 20 minutes of browsing, I suggest we head up to watch a movie in the room.

In the elevator, she’s feeling hesitant and showing signs of ASD. I put my arm around her, ask her if she’s seen “Old Boy,” and get really excited about the movie, as if that’s why we’re going to my room. She relaxes, and when we’re at my floor, she pauses again.

HBEyes: ここで? Here?
Emergency: うん。 行こうぜ。 Yeah. We’re going.
HBEyes: あ~ごめん。 Ah~ sorry sorry.

After that, it was smooth sailing. She sits on my bed so she can watch the movie playing on my laptop, and within a minute the hardcore escalation is on. I remembered from my times in Japan, and all the posts here about J-Girls that its less in public, more behind closed doors than in America, so I went appropriately. Arm around her should, her waist, tickling, smell her hair, and then it was time.

Emergency: キスが上手だ? Are you a good kisser?
HBEyes: え~? 分からない。  Hunh? I dunno…
Emergency: テストしよう。  Let’s try it out.


Within minutes it was on, no LMR, and no worries. She simply wanted to be fucked and bossed around, and I was happy to comply.  Best of all, when I first penetrated her, I looked her firmly in the eyes and said:

失礼します~  * (For those that don’t know, this is polite Japanese for “Pardon me,” or “I’m being intrusive.”)

Now, three days after this went down, I’ve just caught up on sleep. She came over the next night for more of the same, stayed with me all of Tuesday and Tuesday night. I think she enjoyed the sex since through and through she helped me study Japanese, buy me food, and participated in some medical cosplay. All of these (except the last one) she initiated, and all of which, she loved.

It’s good to be motivated clearly again.

19
Nov

A Rejection as an Affirmation

For everyone that reads this site, I assume three things about you automatically.

  1. You are fluent in English.
  2. You are interested in Asian (culture, language, food, girls, et al.)
  3. You have quality problems, like not having enough dates, or being iffy on whether to move to Japan or not.

I know this because I see my searches mostly come from google (in English), use the words “Asian” or “Japanese” in half the searches, as well as “attraction” or “pua” in the other half. I’m not judging you, because I’m the same way.

So let’s talk about something important - why why why why why why WHY do people keep asking me about my interest in Asian culture!?

I’ve covered it before in posts about why liking Asian girls is perfectly normalhow to own your desire no matter whateliminating the social totem pole, and how liking Asian girls helps you learn Japanese. But no matter how much I’ve talk about it before, I’ve never gotten to what it actually is.

What’s the difference between living in London and living in Tokyo really? Why can’t people seem to believe that you’d want to learn what a Chinese character actually means than just seeing it as cool decor in a restaurant? Most of all, why does it even matter to people?

Simply, to many people, it’s their entire world.


“Why would you want to move to Toe-key-oh?”

If you’re like me, you’re faced with an ongoing problem, or an ongoing annoyance of being asked how you could bear eating sushi, why you are studying Japanese, and why you only date Asian girls. “Isn’t that racist?” the jealous white girls inquires, “And like, doesn’t that mean you have a fetish or something?”

I rebut, “But isn’t dating outside my race make me less racist? It’s bringing the world together, right?”

“No no. It’s just creepy. My friend Janet hates it white guys hit on her because she’s Asian.”

What she doesn’t tell you is that her Asian friend Janet is dating a white guy who hit on her for that very reason. He’s in the same boat as you are, but might not be as committed to learning a new culture, nor as interested as you are.

That’s cool too, I’m sure Janet and him make a great couple! But what if you don’t want to settle down and just dabble in a culture, or in a couple of whitewashed Asian chicks? What if your passion runs deeper, that maybe, just maybe, you might want to see what it’s like to live there?

“That’s crazy. You can’t do that!” is the knee-jerk response. Your peers can’t imagine a world without American Football or new episodes of “Lost.” Your family throws their arms up in shock, starts talking about how it’s “impossible to learn Japanese” and that “it’s dangerous being out there!” as if the safest country in the world is out to get just you. Your friends don’t understand you either, and don’t see why’d you want to leave everything you have here behind?

Why does it seem like you’re dying everything you mention following your dream and living in another country?

It’s actually the same reason that you’ve never heard of Natsume Soseki.

“It’s too complicated.”

Growing up, I had the amazing opportunity to travel internationally everyday in my small New England hometown. With awesome parents that taught be to appreciate people based on their character, not their color, my two best friends were an Indian kid and a half-Korean, half-Puerto Rican kid I met in Kindergarten and 1st grade. Without knowing it, I cut myself off from prejudice before it could settle in the stagnant mind caught in a homogeneous community.

Nearly every weekday, I would go to my Indian friend’s house and play video games, eat fresh puri, and talk about what we’d do if we had a plane that could take us around the world. Nearly every weekend, I would go to my Korean-Puerto Rican friend’s house and play soccer, wrestle, and watch the Simpsons while eating grilled cheese Jalapeño sandwiches. Once in a great while, there would be a question about skin, religion, or food, but it could be answered in a sentence or less without little question.

What was weird was that going to school forced me to think far far far more limited than I was used to. We only learned about Britain, France, and Germany in history class. We only saw white faces in the educational movies about inertia, geometry, and gases (begging for trouble). We only read works made in America or Britain, and never read about places elsewhere besides those two places. Worst of all, when one of us would ask about India, Korea, or Puerto Rico, our questions were shrugged off as “too complicated for the rest of the class.”

Everything was kept to focused on Europe, learning a bunch of facts about dead white guys.

After a while, and some cruel harassment by anonymous people towards my friends and I, we started to notice that there was a difference between us. We knew we didn’t look alike, and only I looked the people in the textbooks, on the money, and on TV. Why was that?

Dead White Guys

My teachers never told me (until college) that what I was living in was an English speaking, Anglo-Saxon, Euro-centric culture. My whole world, besides the the glimpses I saw through my friends and Kung Fu action films, was flooded with images of white people, white values, and white beliefs, and white ideals.

Then my professor snatched those rose tinted glasses from my face and smashed them near my feet.

For better or worse, Western education, media, and culture was based on the tradition of the conquering Brits. Puritan values were taught through bland “classics based” education, television constantly remade the epics of the Greeks and Romans, and Christmas, a transformed pagan winter solstice festival, was the main holiday.

Even today, as I live in a predominantly black city in America, these images still flood every person the same way they did in New England. Every advertisement has a jacked white male or a tall blond as the aesthetic ideal. Every history book covered American / European history from the vantage point of the colonialist victors or exoticizes the East in an oriental mist. And with the exception of Hip Hop and a handful of actors, the radio and television is exclusively of white people talking about white problems through white genres.

Furthermore, up until very very very recently, the modern image of America, in the form of a president, was restricted to that of dead and very old white men. Thankfully, change has come to America.

Binary Opposition

But enough of the heavy criticism of the America I love in spite of its flaws. More importantly, why do people care if you want to move to Japan?

To many people, you’re rejecting everything they value in one sweeping gesture.

Our minds seek to label and simplify everything as much as possible. It’s not that another choice is wrong, is just that the common path is takes less energy and evolutionarily sound. Imagine how much time it would take to in a day if you had to process whether you like your coffee with cream, sugar, both, or neither. Or for your ancestors, to hunt in the  way that works or in a new way. Simply, it’s a waste.

Culture, usually in the form of religion or “popular opinion” in the form of strong beliefs, provides us with these options. For my early human ancestors, those not marked with the tribes’ symbols were dangerous and were fought against.; not us = enemy. For my European ancestors, all those who were not Christian, nor “white” were savages that must be remedied through massacre or converted; not white= heathen. For my modern peers, all that is not “on their radar”  is mocked and questioned; not known = weird.

In fact, these all follow a simple pattern. Since quickest way to cut down time is to give only two options - a pair of opposites - society forms to make those pairs and face them against each other. In other words, make them intrinsically contradictory. Based on the ideas of Claude Levi-Strauss, the survival and well-being of a society is based on it’s ability to discern a complicated world into simple concepts. The easiest of these are divided into two parts, binary opposites- such as the sacred vs. the profane, male vs. female, married vs. unmarried, and us vs. them.

So, to many people, the idea of an unknown, foreign culture must mean that you are rejecting your own culture. In other words, if you like Samurai films, you must not like Top Gun. If you like eating with chopsticks, you must not like eating with forks and knives. If you like Asian girls, you must not like white girls, and therefore must hate your own race.

ありがとうございます!

But this is すばらしい! This is awesome!

In fact, you should thank everyone who questions your interest in Asian culture/language/food/girls/et al. from now on. It’s a gift you’ve been given to break the pattern that colonialist orientialism has left behind, and a chance for your to become a cultural ambassador. You have the chance to share with people another world, another way of thinking, or at least share some fun facts about panty vending machines.

Think about it like this. The next time someone asks you about Japan, or why you like, or for what purpose on “God’s green earth you would do over there?” remind them that it’s a first world country that has given us such great and wild things as Nintendo, MXC, or Takeru Kobayashi. If they’re still scared, let them know that they have had baseball since the late 1800s, watch American movies, and love their beer.

You have the chance to share your passion, which is the coolest thing of all. If anything, your enthusiasm will override any doubts they have about Japan, about becoming a foreigner, or anything else. You have a chance to change the world in a little way, so you should absolutely do it!

If you’re like me, and not a victim of “My Japan Syndrome,” you know that America has things that are awesome about it, and lots of stuff that you will miss. For me, I will surely miss my family and my friends, as well as large portions of food, an abundance of gyms, a literal diversity of people, action movies, and probably a hundred other things.

Finally, understand that you just like Japan a little bit more. There’s nothing wrong in that either. In fact, you’re the guy to talk about Japan. Don’t try to be an expert, nor condescending, nor a geek in any way, but just let people know that it’s not so different, that you can go there and live perfectly fine, and, most of all, Japan and the US are friends now.


08
Nov

六十くらい日だけ残る・ 60 Some Odd Days

“In any given moment, a man’s growth is optimized if he leans just beyond his edge, his capacity, his fear. He should not be lazy, stagnating in the zone of of security and comfort. Nor should be push far beyond his edge, stressing himself unnecessarily… He should lean just slightly beyond the edge of fear and discomfort. Constantly. In everything he does.”
-David Deida, The Way of the Superior Man

I have less than two months until I return to Japan for good. Those are two months that I can use in a million different ways, and that will bring me to a million different places in life. Everything I do in the next 1400 some odd hours will change my life drastically when I’m back in Japan. Or not.

The universe offers me the infinite, but practicality offers me three simple choices. Comfort, panic, or leaning into my purpose.


The first, is to enjoy my last two months in America with the vision of a late Roman hedonist - drinking wine and being fed grapes by beautiful women. I have hours upon hours to sleep, relax, and enjoy my final semester as an American college student. I have enough money to go to bars and clubs for every weekend for the remainder, and more than enough to get delightfully smashed each time. I can pour my effort into looking for the easiest fuck, finding the girl who’s more than willing, tell her I have “a bottle of vodka in my room,” and be done with it.

Hell - I could skip going out entirely, and simply lean back, watch subbed anime all day and fantasize about my future in the land of robots and giggly schoolgirls. “Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagan’s looking pretty good today.”  “Oooooh, free AV videos online? I think I will…”  “*sighs* I can’t wait to be in Japan … everything will be different then…I’ll have 14 girlfriends, work 1 hour a day, and have no worries. Yeah…” How nice.

But, I won’t. It asks me to be a fluffy, weak, and shallow being. It lets me be the fat kid whose Mom pulls him out of gym class because it’s “too embarrassing.” It lets me coddle lifestyle into a happy bubble of aversion and selfish apathy. Worst, it dances around my purpose of going to Japan, and seduces me with blonde hair and fresh beer. A lesser man would fall in the cycle and forget he was a man in the process.

The second, is to enjoy my last two months in America with the burden of great expectations on my shoulders - my mind to Atlas’ daily turmoil. The stress of knowing that I will leave everything I know and love in America behind, and the fear that Japan might be not what I expect, but in fact something I may not be able to handle nor enjoy looms over my head. “Why am I doing this? Why can’t I just be like all the other people and just live near my hometown the rest of my life and settle down? I have to make a plan! I have to know what I’m doing!!”

In the fear of the unknown, I could plan and work my life out via an Excell spreadsheet. Learn Japanese 2 hours a day, read 3 books about the culture before I leave, learn to eat sushi properly, and read up about the pop songs the cutest J-Girls like. “Yeah, and if I live in Hiroshima, I’ll be free of both earthquakes and problems, and be able to pickup girls at…lemme see…google ‘clubs in Hiroshima.” Oh! And best of all, once I get this all done, I can finally relax and be happy.

But, I won’t. It asks me to prepare for my life like an actor preparing for a role. It asks me to succumb all my desires now for what I want later, as if life will be fundamentally different if I never make the mistake of sticking my chopsticks in my rice or saying 僕 at the wrong time. This isn’t The Last Samurai, and I’m not Tom Cruise. A crash course in Zen Buddhism or rewatching Lost in Translation will not bring me closer to the life I’m already missing.

The final choice is the succumb to my purpose, accept my fears, and live through them regardless. Neither a synthesis nor denial of the previous two, my final option is to dig deeper into the utter acceptance of my desire to risk my comfortable American home to live across the world. It asks me put my utmost effort in everything I do, constantly working towards the purpose, even if it proves to be waste of years of my life in the long run. Living in truth requires me never to dilute, no matter how bitter it may be.

For many, their purpose in life remains hidden or unknown; for me, my purpose, has arisen and made itself clear. I’ve tried to rationalize it, avoid it, and outright deny it, but all it did was drive me to beaten path of mediocrity. The risk I took earlier this year, to pack my bags and head to the land of the Rising Sun, and my ashamed desire rose relentlessly like dawn. Now, in this moment, and for the next 21,600 some odd minutes is to live purposefully and boldly.

This does not mean I am not afraid. I am afraid of the transition to working. I am afraid of STDs and unwanted pregnancies. I am afraid that Japan won’t be what I want it to be. I am afraid that I may never be able to achieve my dream. I am afraid that my life, and all the work I put into it, could instantly end in a freak accident of a cataclysmic earthquake. In spite of all these things, I acknowledge my fear, feel it, and push forward into moving into Japan regardless.

This does not mean I am not living my life now either. Even if I am leaving for a new country, a new world in the matter of a few weeks, I still remain in America now and full of a life of responsibilities and choices. Everyday, I have to wake up, eat, and go to class. Every day, I meet new people, new girls, and start new relationships. I live my life not out of a sense of obligation, but willingly and celebratory. Whether I like it not, Time stops for no man.

What this does mean is that right now is time for me to push just beyond exhaustion, just beyond discomfort and fear, and do the last reps that bring me that much closer to the next challenge. Life always beckons you to do more, and only those who deserve the best in life are willing to push through whatever costs to get what they want. Life beckons me to cower under the fear the unknown, rejection, and my own unpredictable demise. And, life beckons me to give myself fully to what I need to do right now in unraveling my purpose to the world in spite of everything else.

For me, life requires an unwavering commitment to learning and mastering Japanese. I have the method. I have the tools. I have all the material I’d ever need and then some. Now it’s time to dissolve into my purpose for the 1,296,000 some odd seconds that remain, and throughout. But who’s counting?

“The brick walls are not there to keep us out; the brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something.”

-Randy Pausch

26
Oct

FR: Hesitation Leads to Masturbation

Last night was mediocre. As I’m still in the States, I’ve been somewhat mopey and ambivalent about going out and partying versus staying inside and studying Japanese. My goal is to get as fluent as possible before going to Japan, mostly for the sake of meeting new people, so going out, although not harmful, sometimes feels like a waste.

After spending the day “studying Japanese” with my three Japanese friends, we all decided to “get the stink off of us” and head out to a party. My friends are all ESL students at a nearby college, and are more than willing to “go an meet some cute American girls.” It’s not my thing per se, but I’m willing to go for the ride.

Figuring it was a Saturday night, we called several of our friends to see what was going on. Since the weather was on and off heavy rain, with massive winds, the World Series was on, and my Japanese friends were just barely under 21, the few options we had were either canceled for the night, or that we simply couldn’t get into. Finally, my friend Yoko bumped into to us and invited us to a party at her friend’s place.

Yoko is a cute girl, but nothing I’m too interested in. She’s very nice, petite, and a great conversation partner, and makes a great friend. Still, there was no spark, or no attraction on my end, so I let it be. My other friends talked with her as well, and I think came to the same conclusion. Cute, but not down.

Finally, we go to the party and met Yoko’s friend, Maria, a very genki black girl whose Japanese was quite stellar. She was real warm, really willing to talk to all of us, and stoked that all of us guys were there too. Of course, when she mentioned that the party was a “dance party,” my mind leaped to a fretful party last year that was full of self-degrading hipsters. I instantly went into “yuck” mode and decided to speak Japanese all night.

When we arrived at the party, it sure was full of artistic types - people who worked in film, libraries, the arts, and some who just did social services. Everyone was a little older than myself (around 25ish), and seemed to have their shit together. Still, there was a certain air of hesitation between people that I immediately blew off as “pretentiousness.” I was wrong.

Eventually, I had a couple drinks and ended up talking to just my Japanese friends in Japanese. We made a little “chode bubble” and talked about the music (which was really good - 「いい音楽」), the beer (which was bad 「まずい」), and how the party was different than what I was used to (このパーテイーはメッチャ違う). All in all, it was very otaku of me, and turned some heads. Since starting pickup, I have a good pose, a strong voice, and a good fashion sense, and definitely broke the mold of a “typical otaku.”

Regardless, I didn’t approach.

After a while, the lot of us started dancing. A cute Chinese American girl kept on giving me a “come here” eye that was definitively a conversation invitation. Still, since I was about an hour deep in choding around, I ignored it entirely and bombed into introversion, looking for excuses to be unhappy. I even overheard her friend say “Why don’t you just tap him on the shoulder and asks why he speaks Japanese?” and still didn’t do anything. Strike 1.

Eventually, I grabbed Maria and Yoko and started “letting loose.” Yoko was terrified of dancing, but we forced her to do so regardless. I met Maria’s friend Laura there, a cute half Chinese girl, who introduced herself on the dancefloor to me. She was very very keen, but in my “yuckiness,” I accidentally dismissed her and went back to dancing. Strike 2.

Finally, me and one of the Japanese guys went to get もうおっぱい (A slip of the tongue that means “More tits” instead of “another around” (もういっぱい)) and talked with Maria outside. Together, we were talking about how Japan was cool, and how we can’t wait to go back, when a really cool dude came up to us and asked us about speaking Japanese. He was fluent in Hunan dialect, but had no interest in Chinese girls. I was utterly confused at why he was there, but he swore it was “for the experience, not the girls.”

About halfway through the conversation, two top heavy Filipino girls come storming in, look right at me, smiling and say “Where’s the beer?” It’s a cake opener that just needs to some simple stacking, but both me and my Japanese friend choded up and jumped on it like a hungry dog after a steak. Their expressions went immediately to frowns, and just as quickly as they came in, they left. Strike 3.

I was out for the night. Nothing more for Emergency.

After that last whiff, I was in a total “where are my friends at” mode - mega slouchy. I found the guys, Yoko, Maria, and Laura, danced some more, and said that we should “head back.” Everyone agreed, and we all headed back as fast as you can from a house party - in about 30 minutes. In that time, I talked to Laura, who was slightly bitter at my earlier faux pax and tried to brush me off, and then, I knew, that it was time to hit the reset button.

We headed home, talked in Japanese, and I learned some valuable words from some new friends.

Five Things I Did Well

  1. 日本語うまい! I really busted ass and spoke as much Japanese as I could at the time. Thanks to the immersion program I’ve setup (AllJapaneseAllTheTime.com) and the help of my friends, I can have fun and coherent conversations in All Japanese. It’s awesome.
  2. Took Huge Risks - The guys I went out with, the girl we bumped into, and the entire night was banking on taking risks. I hadn’t gone out to many parties with these guys before, nor had I hung out with Yoko much at all, and everything turned out alright.
  3. Danced - Dancing is vastly underrated by pickup and most of American society. I was able to let lose and dance without looking like a Physics teacher who had three beers, nor like an okama. I also vibed with other people’s dancing and learned a great deal on trusting your body.
  4. Was Open to People - Often, especially when I’m slouching about, I completely shut down to what’s going on around me. Last night, I had done so to a small degree, but snapped out of it and vibed with lots of cool people.
  5. Lead - Manging groups of people is one of the best qualities of an Alpha male. Last night, I was able to move everyone where we wanted to go, help others have fun, and be the one in charge. Everyone appreciated it, and in the end of the night, I was thanked with some ramen.

Five Things I Will Improve on Next Time

  1. Being a “Yes” - This means to be affriming of whatever is going on around me, and to never shut of. Arriving at the party, I had assumed that it would be a bad hipster party and that it was going to be and, all in all,  it was all in my head. In fact, this assumption cut me off from meeting lots of very cute girls, helping my friends meet some American girls, and simply having more fun.
  2. Hesitation - Not opening sets right away is still something I need to break. I like to have a couple drinks and go into the party, but it’s like putting the horse before the carriage. From now on, no matter how silly it is, I’m starting off the night with “Hey, where can I get a drink? Cool. High five!” Who cares after that.
  3. Posture - My nemesis. I’m about 6′ 1/2″ tall (closer to 6′1″ with my hair) and I have lots of friends who are shorter than me. So, naturally, I let gravity take over, slouch down, and get in people’s faces. It’s no for me, and gives people the wrong impression of me. Worst, it affects your mood and makes your more introverted and self-sabotaging…but more on that later.
  4. Smiling - Like in my last field report, I found the perks of smiling to be huge. Still, I went in as a “no” and my body followed. I’m going back to Biden mode and smiling all the time.
  5. No Hunting Allowed - One of the things that really clicked was that, when you’re in a yucky, slouchy mood, you immediately want to go out and “get” something - “get some chicks,” “get drunk,” “get my dick wet,” “get into a fight”. We all know what it looks like and what comes of it (nothing), so why do we bother. From now on, if I catch myself being a “predator” I’m going to snap out of it and find something else to focus on, like “how can I make this fun?”
03
Oct

FR: College Game is Easy

America: Land of the Free

And you know what, it’s just easy out here. Too easy. It should be…

America: Land of the Easy

I’ve been taking a couple nights off a week to game small parties and frats with my old wing for old times sake. All Japanese All The Time is really fun and all, but, it’s important to take breaks from the work. When you’re chilling and got a couple minutes to kill in your room, do some Japanese, get some sentences, and get it done. Thursday, Friday night  - you have to go out.

So tonight, my wing and I hit up an old fraternity on our campus. About a year ago this time, I was hitting up parties with Hipsters, scraping for conversation, and feeling bad on everything. After  experiencing Japan, gaining a sense of purpose, and being at home wherever I am, I felt powerful - I was rockstar and smiling like Joe Biden.

The night started off with watching the VP Debate, some homework, and bumping into a very cute J-girl at my dorm. In the computer lab, I was printing up some Kanji homeworking and talking it up with a Chinese exchange student.

“Ohh~ Are you studying Chinese?” She asked enthusiastically.

“Ah, not now. I’m actually studying Japanese.”

As I said that, this 5′-something girl does a 180, checks me out from head to toe, and pretends like nothing happened. I return the favor, and she was quite cute actually. Plus, I wasn’t born yesterday, so I knew that this was a cake opportunity.

I turn around to her and asked-

Emergency: すみません. 日本人ですね? {Excuse me. Are you Japanese?}

J-Girl: うん。 {Yep}

Emergency: いいじゃん。 それで、私の宿題を教えていただきませんか?  {Nice. So then, would you do me the honor of helping me with my homework?}.

J-Girl: うん、 もちろん。 {Yeah, of course.}

Now, my homework was done for the most part, so this was just filled to go through the regular J-Girl screening questions: where are you from, what do you study, and why do you speak Japanese? I flew threw them as usual, and asked her the same things in my English Teacher voice.

Emergency: So, if you’re from Fukuoka, then why do you want to speak English?

J-Girl: うん~ I want to be person who works on pranes. So, I have to speak English. :D

Emergency: Cool. いい仕事だよ。 {That’s a good job.}

We blabbed a little bit more, and walked towards the elevator. If I hadn’t been en route to my campus across the city, I’m sure I could have dragged it out 100x times longer - she was eating it up. Anyways, I invited her to the party I was going to (knowing it was Thursday and she’s say no), but she enthusiastically said the wanted to go another time. Cool.

As she headed to her room, I realized that she was much hotter than I first though. Not only was she cute, short, and had the Japanese accent that’s my kyrptonite, but she was also in this short skirt, wearing Shibuya style stockings, high heels, and was all done up. This girl was money.

On that high night I headed to my school’s campus, and hit up an old frat with my wing. I used to knock frats, but after tonight, I see their worth.

At the door, a got a couple cold looks from the brothers, a few checkouts from some of the girls, and some instant social proof from someone I talked to a few months back. Boom - social proof, and at a party that was mostly girls, I was in with my overly smooth wing.

In the door, my wing runs into three girls he hooked up with in the past year. One steals his cup, another say “Hi”, and another tells him to fuck off. We roll with it, get introduced to several chicks, and go to the next set.

Whoever’s close to me is someone I talk to. I mean whoever. I don’t care if it’s the swamp thing or a beauty queen. When, I turn my shoulder, start talking. As it happened, it was this very bored girl. First thing that came to mind was to ask a simple question. “Hey, where’s the keg?”

Who needs a complex opener when you can just go with what’s there?

What happened? Instant open. “Oh its upstairs. Oh my God! What’s that rock on your neck? Where are from? Blah blah blah” The girl was super keen, jumped through the hoops and was, literally, begging for my attention. So, as the cool guy I am, I flirted with her, and went away on a high.

Nice.

After that, it was super on. My wing was in a good mood in spite of everything, I was feeling good, so opening sets - *ahem* - talking to people, was cake. “Hey, what’s up.” Was a good enough opener. Smiling was enough to be opened.

In fact, all this same stuff got me an instant makeout last week.

I had a couple beers, was couple sets in, and ran into this cute blonde. She was cold and distant, as most are, and I just went up with fun.

Emergency: “You know, you should be taller.”

Cute Blonde:”What?” She said to me.

Emergency: “If you want a beer hun, you gotta get those arms in. That, or you have to flirt with that gut there to get some beer.”

Cute Blonde: “Oh yeah?”

Emergency: “I got money on that you can’t do it. In fact, I know you’re not tuff enough.”

Cute Blonde: “You think that?”

Emergency: “Yup. I triple doggy dare you to, in fact.”

Her face lit up. It was like a was offering her a job working for TRL in 1997. She ran over the keg, started flirting with the guy running the tap, and came back to show me the beer. I joked with her, intentionally negged her (which was totally unnecesarry) and started some mini-drama. She stormed of, so I turned to the next girl to me - a cute southeast Asian chick

Emergency: “I don’t get girls.”

Southeast Asian Chick: Full 180 Turn, Doggie Dinner Bowl Eyes “Yeah, me either.”

I didn’t remember it being that easy, but I guess it was. We left, headed to another party, and then I headed home. Tests in the am, and the gym in the pm. Now, it’s nearly 10, and it’s time to do it again.

Five Things I Did Well

  1. Social Proof - Being the cool guy is as easy as talking to everyone. Whether or not you “want to” when you first get there, it gets you into a good mood, gets you grooving, and having fun. Soon enough, you’re getting checked out by more chicks and getting opened. It’s the boy band theory in action. “If other girls like him, he must be good.”
  2. Worked With My Wing - I used to complain about white chicks and how I wasn’t into them. This night, I realized that it’s not that I’m not attracted to white girls, it’s simply not to the same degree as I am to Asian girls. He LOVES white girls, so I went in and flirted.
  3. Smiled - I put Joe Biden’s rebuttle grins to shame.
  4. Excellent Posture - Think of a bodybuilder posing his chest to some cute chicks. If you’ve got it, fluant it.
  5. “My Game’s a 10″ - A quote from one of the RSD Coaches, Tim says a lot. Simply put, I put myself out there, was real and chill. I was bulletproof and LOVED it. More tonight baby.

Five Things I Will Improve on Next Time

  1. Persist - The two girls I was keen on I didn’t persist with. Both were left on highs, but nothing came off it but good feelings. Next time, go for the number regardless of time constraints or stay with them longer. My game’s a 10.
  2. Have More Fun - I was having a blast, and now I want it to be on turbo. It’s my birthday, Christmas, and New Years on the same day! Next time, I’m bringing that energy with me wherever and laughing it up.
  3. Cut Threads Quicker - In a few sets, my necklace drew a lot of attention. That’s cool. What wasn’t that it was the only  thing we would talk about after. Instead, use everything she’s throwing at me to make the conversation keep going, just like I would anyways.
  4. Move Girls - I mean bounce, spin, whatever. I had the energy, but it was bouncing off of me and might have been a teeny tiny bit spastic. No one minded or was put off, but it definitely can be used for greater good.
  5. It’s My Party. My Permission. - I would cut myself off and check on my wing too frequently. At the end of the night, I had flirted with lots of different girls, and made people’s night, but I hadn’t got any numbers or makeouts. My wing though, because he allows himself to do whatever he wants, fucked two girls, and hooked up with another. Next time, I’m using my Super.

スーパー!

28
Sep

漢字: Master the Japanese Writing System in 2 Months

If you do not understand the writing system of a language, it it impossible for you to read it.

Pure and simple. Context and take you a long way, but it is nowhere near full comprehension. And if it it were the case in other languages, if you’ve ever seen Japanese Television, you can throw “learning through context” out the window.

Simply put, you need to know how to write Japanese in order to be fluent in it.

Once you get your head around that, all the hard work is done.

Remember “Learning Japanese is simple, easy, and fun.”

Through the guidance of the immaculate All Japanese All The Time, I was able to put together a system that allows you to learn about 35 characters a day, remember them, and tear through all of them in the course of 2 months. That’s all it will take you to learn every single character it takes to read and write Japanese for the rest of your life.

What does it take?

Samurai-like dedication?

Hours of writing the characters down mindlessly?

Years of Zen training to achieve the “Japanese Mindset” needed to learn all the kanji?

Looking at countless numbers of pictures of cute Japanese girls in order to learn the Kanji through ESP?

(I know a lot more people would be fluent if the last one was true).

No!

In fact, all it takes is one book, two months, and two hours a day.

Remembering the Kanji: A Complete Course on How Not to Forget the Meaning and Writing of Japanese Characters by James W. Heisig is it.

This is a phenomenal book that allows you to learn every single “impossible” Japanese character through a simple system of association. Instead of the traditional method of writing the Kanji hundreds of times while learning many meanings and readings, Remembering the Kanji teaches you just the parts (or “primitives”) that make up the character, followed a single finite definition. After that, you make a story and will remember it from here on out. As Wikipedia eloquently puts it:

The method differs markedly from traditional rote-memorization techniques practiced in most courses. The course teaches the student to utilize all the constituent parts of a kanji’s written form, and a mnemonic device that Heisig refers to as “imaginative memory”.

Each kanji (and each non-kanji component) is assigned a unique keyword, a simple concept with a specific range of meaning. A kanji’s written form and its keyword are associated by imagining a scene or story connecting the meaning of the given kanji with the meanings of all the elements used to write that kanji.

The method requires the student to invent their own stories to associate the keyword meaning with the written form.

It’s a mouthful, really, but works very simply when you see it in action. Take this kanji for example.

Now, just looking at this, it looks like a monster. It’s 13 odd strokes, looks strikingly similar to 成,城,誠, and 威, but has an entirely different meaning. (For the record, the Kanjis listed mean “turn into,” “castle,” “sincerity,” and “intimidate.”). Further, just by looking at it, there’s no clear way to know how to write it.

But, by using Heisig’s method, you can break down these strokes into a few simple primitives (showing you how to write it) with distinct names and images:

So, the character for “destroy” is actually made up of three simple primitves, that is water, march, and fire. So the next step is to come up with a story (yes, a story) to remember it. Something that’s distinct, exaggerated, and over the top - something that you’ll remember. The one I use for this one is:

Use a water cannon to destroy a line of marching fire monsters.

It’s a pretty strong image right? I tend to remember stuff that’s very violent, very sexual, or very funny - probably because I’m a guy. But most important, you must come up with a story with a strong image that has the meaning implied. If you can associate it with another memory, the better.

With that story, I always will have this images of Godzilla attached to it.

And, in fact, I didn’t come up with this one myself. To make things even easier, there’s a whole site devoted to making and sharing stories found at Reviewing the Kanji. If you’re not especially good at making strong images, or just want to get through your 35 or so a day, you can just check these out and use them! There’s even a way to see the ratings of other stories, copy them with one click, and share your own!

Now, in the course of these two months, you’re bound to forget some of the kanji, that’s just the nature of it. Still, as per suggested by Khatzumoto at AllJapaneseAllTheTime.com, you can throw them into a simple flashcard program, paste the stories in there with the Kanji, and, boom, you can whizz through them.

Anki, the premiere free flashcard program, comes with a sample deck of Remembering the Kanji. Open it up, click the “Edit Facts” button, and copy and paste your story into the deck. Once done reviewing, save it, and go back to it the next day.

In other words…

  1. Buy Remembering the Kanji
  2. Join Reviewing the Kanji.
  3. Write or Copy your own Stories Into Anki
  4. Review Using Anki’s Spaced Repetition System
  5. Repeat Steps 3 and 4 until you’ve gone through all the Kanji and get 90%.

That’s it. If you do only 35 Kanji a day, you will be able to get through the entire book in 2 months. If you copy and paste all your stories from Reviewing the Kanji and review right after, this entire process shouldn’t take more than 2 hours a day, which will save you hours down the road.

Again, here’s a list of resources to get you started:

Good luck, and keep studying! There are girls out there dying to meet you!