I sit here staring at this familiar wall, feeling somewhat uninspired, wondering if the grass looks greener on the other side.

I am brainstorming, drawing clouds with sticks coming out of them with my imaginary pencil on to an imaginary canvas. I am looking for ways to break the chains that keep me shackled and confined to the conveyor belt of monotony that goes a little something like; wake up, go to work, get home, eat, go to sleep continue for 50 more years please.

But meh I guess I will talk about that another day.

I am from the UK as most of you have gathered. The population compared to Japan is pretty small. There are like so many more people in Japan. I suppose it has its good and bad points. A good point is based on the fact there are more females, there are going to be a higher number of hot females, DUCY? (Read as “Do you see why?”)

A bad thing though is that you see more people who are not doing too well. Maybe things are different back home, but I am pretty sure I have seen more blind people in the past year in Japan than I have in my whole life. Kinda makes me feel pretty silly walking around depressed in the morning when I see the local blind woman at my station who gets the same train as me that is normally smiling..

For some reason like the past couple of times I have got the train a couple of amputee victims have jumped on the same carriage as me. First there was a dude being pushed around in special wheel chair. He had no arms or legs. A few days later I saw a dude with no arms and a few days after that was a lady with no arms.

The most recent woman got on the rush hour train and it was really crowded. She was standing right next to me. Her left arm was completely gone but the right one had a sort of cone shape stub hanging from her shoulder but the rest of her arm from the elbow down was missing.

Based on the angle I was standing at I could see most of the train. The change in atmosphere and the way the people starred when she got on the train kinda made my heart sink a bit.

My first thought I had was that I wish I could give her a new set of arms. But obviously that is impossible.

Second thing that went through my mind was, “I wonder how she lost her arms.”

I feel pretty shitty for thinking about that. But curiosity is just human nature right …?

That heart sinking feeling was then anchored onto me for the next week. Anytime I would see someone who didn’t have both their arms in full sight I would remember the way I felt on the train. I would then have to break my neck just to make sure that they did in fact have the rest of their arms and it was just being hidden behind their back or pocket etc…

It was a pretty stressful week.

Meh dunno, recently just been thinking about life in general. Not to sound all Matrixy or anything but it is not till you actually go out and see the world for yourself that you realize how stuff like society, religion and most of the stuff implanted into your head when your younger is just bullshit.

There probably isn’t any point of life or being alive. But I guess while you are life you can find some interesting stuff to do. I would really love to just disappear and go live in the mountains for a month and see how I feel after that.

The aim now is to save up about half a year’s worth of living expenses then bounce from work. So just gotta keep on trucking till early next year.

Meh anyway here are some fireworks. Will probably do around the hood part 2 soon :O

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I am posted up outside the station with my back against the wall.  An old dude walking by suddenly stops in front of me. He doesnt turn his body to face me, he only turns his head.
Old Man: “grr grrr grr skdfs;j grr”

It is hot. I am in a shitty mood. I look at the dude and dont even answer him with words.
I give him the international facial expression for WTF!!??.

He clears his throat and speaks again. This time I can actually understand what he says. In Japanese he says.

Old Man: “You live at Complex X , Building No X right”

I looked at him again. Nup, an unfamilair face, never seen him before ever. I was worried for a second. Is he another undercover cop?
I looked a little closer. Nup, noway. Unless they are sending pensioners who can barely speak or walk into the streets to gather intelligence.

It is one thing when people you meet in the elevator that live in your building call out the floor you live at (Elevator Mind Tricks).
But when an old random dude who might not even live in my complex is calling that shit out all the way at the station it is slightly worrying.
With a slightly worried expression I turned and replied:
Prometheus: “Yes…”

He looked at me for 1 second, turned, and just walked off…
A few days later I get in to the lift. Some old dude gets in a few floors down.
He turns and looks at me angrily. I just ignore him. He tilts his head back, makes a disgusting flem sound and spits on the floor.
Why? Why would you spit in the lift that you have to stand in? Does it even make any sense???

Not only was the act disgusting, the sound he made as he cleared his throat made me wanna slit my own throat.

Remember the video I made of me playing slots in Hong Kong? That machine I was playing was hot. I was winning sick money. Then all of a sudden some fag comes and sits next to me and does some sick flem into the ashtray. Then starts hitting the machine violently screaming like an Afghan rebel. I had to cashout and leave the lucky machine to avoiding catching SARS or swine flu…
 
Whats with people in Asian countries spitting and making revolting sounds?

Anyway back to the elevator.

He spits on the floor. Turns to me, but this time he smiles. He had no teeth…

I dunno man. Next time somebody does that, I might just pull pants down and take a shit next to them -_-

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The dim sum restaurant I went to for breakfast.

Cool bus with Kobe and Lebron Nike campaign.

A doorless tram. Kind of like the old school london buses

Some sky scrapers 

Zomg another Sky Scraper

Some interesting bridge art.

A big piano in the mall.

Lane Crawford poster inside the mall

The decorations hanging from the ceiling of the mall.

A guy in a suit practicing Tai Chi in a park in Central.

Hong Kong train stations ticket machine.

A chick waiting at a tram stop. Tram stops are pretty cool

Dude getting his shoes waxed….

Advert boards that light up at night.

A nice watch poster on a building

The Nike Shop

Chefs preparing Goose, Duck and Chicken at the window.

Advert lights at night time.

Inside of a train.

Congratulations, you made it all the way to the end. Quick question. Wanna see some more video blogs in the future? Or you weren’t really feeling them. Let me know

Peace.

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Me in the casino, followed by some photos!

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