If you are a gamer or internet geek you might be aware of the phrase “The Cake is a Lie”. If not, then never mind. Today I bring to you a new truth, “The reflection is a lie!”

I would like to quickly share a weird/dumb thing that I think about sometimes. I remembered it after I got home from the gym yesterday.

So I was at the gym, and if you have spent any time in a gym you know that there are big mirrors everywhere. I walked up to the mirror and started doing some muscle man poses. It felt pretty good. I looked at my reflection and thought to myself, “Yup, I am a few steps away from reaching incredible hulk status”.

I went home later that day and did the same pose in front of the mirror in my house.

Hmm, not quite the same effect. I looked skinnier than a 9 year old school girl…

I bought a few pair of jeans last week. If you are in Japan then no doubt you would have heard of a 24 hour shop called JeansMate. I am pretty sure the mirrors there made me look a bit slimmer and taller. But that’s what clothes shops do right? They have those mirrors to try to make you look better in the clothes and trick you into buying them.

I then went to a bathroom, looked at the mirror and felt sad because my eyes were not parallel. It looked like the left one was 2 or 3cm below the right @_@

It kinda makes me wonder what % of mirrors in the world can actually give you a 100% true representation of what you look like. Or are all the mirrors the same and it’s just the angles and lights? Any mirror experts in the house?

Anyway moving on swiftly!!

So over the next few months I might be doing a bit of travelling. I am planning a super last minute trip to Thailand for a few days around the 18^th of next month. I probably will end up going. But it won’t be decided till literally the last minute. I am also planning a trip to Okinawa to a friend’s wedding in September and a trip back home in December.

I have never actually been to a wedding before. Apparently in Japan you have to pay about 30,000 yen (300usd) as a wedding gift if you attend.

At first I was pretty excited about going. People always say that Okinawa is like Hawaii. But after doing some math and adding up money for the plane ticket, wedding money, hotel money, food money, spending money and money for a pimp suit and pimp hat for the ceremony I am starting to worry about how much of a dent this 4-5 day trip is going put on my wallet. The dude is a cool guy and everything, but I might I just have to plead ignorance and not pay any wedding money LOL.

Or I can just be responsible, not go and save myself a ton of money…. But I really wanna go …:(

Sigh, decisions, decisions @_@

Anybody been to Thailand or Okinawa before? Summer is coming yo. Where is everybody going? Or are people calling off their holidays because of the credit crunchers?

 Lunch was really good. Some kind of ramen variation. I will definitely go back again.

Work finished early. It was actually still bright when I left. I got to my station and skipped down the road feeling elated. I was feeling happy and lucky so I decided to play the slots. I walked up to the nearest vending machine and put my fingers in the slot and wiggled it around. Nothing, nada, empty. Oh well, that’s gambling for you. The odds of winning are always stacked against you. The odds of someone buying something from a machine, forgetting their change, and you being at the right place at the right time to capitalize are really low…

I walked into my house and there was a weird smell. What the..? Something smelled pretty foul. A dead rat? Well I certainly hope not!

It was coming from the bin area. I walked over and took a look. Mental note to self, “You don’t have to wait for the bin to start literally overflowing before you throw it out..”

I live on the 8^th floor. I had just got in and really couldn’t be bothered to go all the way back down to throw it out.  I tied it up and left it by the door so I would not forget to throw it out on the way out the next day. You see I am kind of forgetful. I would say my long term and mid-term. But my short and super short term memory is pretty awful. Does this make any sense? I don’t really know the scientific terms for the types of memory.

For example, since I live alone I normally just chill by myself and think about stuff. Have you ever been by yourself thinking about/remembering something so awesome that you are on the verge of cracking a smile even though you are all by yourself?

What I hate is when I am thinking about something awesome and feeling happy then the phone goes off or I hear a noise, and then bang the thing I was thinking about literally 1 second ago is gone. I can’t remember what I was thinking about that was making me feel all happy and shit. I have spent anything from a few minutes to a few days trying to remember what I was thinking about.

Why does this happen so often? And how can it be prevented? I guess it is what is called “losing your train of thought”? It might be worth looking into.

Anyway back to the story. So I leave for work the next day. Have a shitty day at work. Get home late. Open the front door and trip over and hit my head on the floor. I look behind me and see the bin from last night. I left it at the front door so that I wouldn’t forget to throw it out. How did I somehow manage to walk past it and not throw it out??

Oh yeah thanks Rachel. I went on Amazon today and they had a campaign saying that if I order within 22 minutes I can get Derren Brown’s book on the same day of ordering. I am going to try get off work early today so I can be there when delivery dude comes

Scrimmaging through some old stuff I came across an old picture. It was a picture of me when I was younger. I picked the picture up and walked over to a mirror. I lined it up next to my face and looked at the similarities. I wanted to look at what I had started off as and what I had now become.

 Unfortunately it was a pretty pointless exercise. Looking at a before and after picture of your childhood does not tell you much about anything. 

I decided to take it one step further. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what I was like in my early teens. I tried to simulate in my mind what me in my early teens would think or say if he met the current me now.  

Would he say, “Well done sir you have done well”? Or would he be like “What happened to you old man, how did you let it come to this??!!” 

What would kiddy you say to current you if you met? 

I tried to think back at what I wanted to do and what I wanted to be when I was younger. I think at one point or the other I wanted to play football or basketball. But in terms of 9-5 real life work I don’t think that I ever had a clue.

I ended up studying IT because I was competent with computers and heard that the pay was good. I didn’t know what part of IT I wanted to get into, I just decided to jump on it and see where it takes me too. It was not until I was like 21 or so deep into university life that I thought to myself that it would be cool to become a programmer. 

But during my 11-20 year old period I don’t think I ever said to myself I want a career as a [Insert career title here] or my dream job is doing [Insert dream job title here] (A pimp doesn’t count as a real job right?). Is that weird or normal? At the age of 13 did you guy have your hearts set on becoming doctors, lawyers and interior decorators? If you were, was it something what you actually want to do or your parents’ wishes? 

I think that your circle of friends can have quite a big affect on how you end up (especially when you are young). Would you say that your friends helped you in a positive or negative way growing up?  

I guess I learnt street stuff from some of the nuts I used to run with. chance to do it all again I think I would have chosen a bit more carefully…

Hi there, welcome to the corridors of my mind.

I sit here at my work desk very tired. Is it because I have been getting home from work at 8PM every day? Is it because I went to the gym last night and overdid it? Is it because of stress?

No!

No!!

No!!!

It is because of a dream that I had last night. But we will come back to that in a minute.

“Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?” Morpheus

I remember when I was younger I wet the bed a few times. It was weird. I would be in the middle of a dream then all of a sudden I would experience a scene change.

What is a scene change you may ask? I am not sure what the average person dreams of. I personally don’t dream about fairies, unicorns, princesses and rainbows. I normally just dream about everyday life stuff. Chilling with my chick. Going clubbing with Tokyo Grindhouse CEO and Cincere etc

A scene change is when your dream changes from clubbing in Tokyo with your friends, to being in secondary school again…

Ok, so when I was a kid I would scene change and end up in a bathroom or a bush and I would start taking a pee. I would actually experience the relief that you feel when you finally take a pee after holding it for so long.  I would then open my eyes and realize that I had actually taken a pee not only in my dream but in real life lol.

There are probably numerous other examples. Like suddenly feeling cold in your dream then waking up to find out that your window is open and your room is freezing. Or when you first start puberty and have a X rated dream and wake up only to find out that you…. lol

So lets return to the dream I had last night. I was dreaming then I had a scene change. I was trapped in a burning room somewhere. It was getting hotter and hotter until it got to the point that I was actually burning up in real life. Then bang I opened my eyes, threw my bed cover off and started sprinting towards the front door of my house.

After leaving my room I realized that my house wasn’t on fire and stopped dead in my tracks.. I was in a semi-subconscious state. I wasn’t sleep walking or anything, with the dream and the temperature rise I actually thought that the house was on fire. I guess it was a hardwired reaction. Like when you go to a club and hear gunshots and just run for the exit without even thinking.

It seems like when dreaming the body sends signals to the mind. If your body is feeling some sort of extreme sensation it might make your mind portray it in your dream. The opposite is also true in that the mind might send signals to your body based on something extreme you experience in a dream.

Luckily last night was the mind playing tricks on the body and sending signals based on a dream… 

Anybody have any weird experiences where they experience some sort of link between their body and mind while they dream?

Another cool topic is death in dreams. People say when you die in your dream you die in real life.

I don’t think I have died in a dream yet. There is one time where I wasn’t sure if I did die or not. I find that a split second before dying I either wake up or scene change.

Based on my recent dreams I have nearly died by getting shot, stabbed, falling off a cliff, falling of a building, and falling out of the sky. Anybody ever died in their dream and lived to tell the tale?

How many people remember what they dream about? It sucks when you have an awesome dream and forget about it. Anybody write them down?

Anybody have a dream that came true? I think I’ve had a few dreams that I lived out. But I think it’s based on the numbers game seeing that I dreams about things that I do on a daily basis… 

What do you dream about? 

A trip to Mount Fuji with the boss of the company that I did my internship at. It is really cold at the base. You can actually drink the water that runs down from the mountain..

A dude in roppongi at 6am who had foam coming out of his mouth. Drunk or high of the hard shit?

Watch I bought from Yodobashi last year. You like?

Brazilian dancer at a joint called Tucanos in Shibuya. I know you like this one

My two babies Midnight (blue) and Greed (rainbow). RIP Greed…

Some good cake I ate at Harbs last Sunday. It is in Shinjuku. I recommend that you go NOW!!

A map to hell! Never leave home without one..

Can you guess what I bought?

Promtheus sick (Sub-zero mode)

A beautiful gift I recieved from a lady when I finshed my intern. The Japanese translates into something like this (slightly different) “Isn’t it amazing that in this large world, me and you met.” Pretty touching message. It makes me appreciate the good people that I have been lucky enough to meet in this cold world…

Ill leave this caption up to you…