Omg been so long. But I am back and armed with D70 ;p. Quite a lot has happened but ill go over that another time. I bought the camera 2 days ago and just went out on my first shooting mission. Unfortunately because of the lens I bought (50mm 1.8d) and cause I am a noob, I couldnt really take shots of building or big things :(. Ill prolly get a new lens sometime this month that has zoom or something. This is a sequel to Around the hood which was inspired by Michael Flux.

Anyway just remember that I am a noob and dont know how to use this camera I also probably need to redesign this blog. Shrinking photos make me sad

But anyway, without further ado.

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Ok a quick test to make sure that you guys are awake. Can you see what’s wrong with this picture?

If not then LOL don’t worry. If you can, how long did it take for you to realize what was wrong with it?

Ok, so you are awake now huh? Good.

The weather in Tokyo today is beautiful. Not a cloud in sight. Ladies and gentleman, today is a good day to kill people go to the beach.

However, I am sitting in this shitty office at work with a splitting headache. I tried to login to a website today only to find out I didn’t know my password. I tried using the forgot password feature to retrieve the password only to find out that it sent the password to an email address that I didn’t know the password to either (I have about 6 email accounts) ..

This whole internet thing is all messed up now. It’s like I have got at least 20 passwords now. I am paranoid about using the same password and username combos for multiple sites so I started making up different ones. Now I am in a pickle and have to keep retrieving passwords. When you retrieve it they give you some junk password like “sdklfjs;dlfkj” and then you have to go through the hassle of changing the junk back into something you want.

Being the lazy bastard procrastinator that I am I never actually change the junk password. Meaning 3 months down the line I have to search through 3 months of emails trying to find the forgot password email so that I can copy and paste the junk and login to the site. It is all very annoying.

I am slightly pissed off agitated about a few other things too. The company that I am slaving away for working for doesn’t even give us dual monitor setups (PC with two monitors). The two people in the room with a dual monitor setup are not even doing anything techinical .. Single monitors suck so hard!

On top of that there is some faggot dude on my left who can see my screen. It’s annoying because I can see from the corner of my eye that he periodically looks at my screen. He has sublime timing, he always happens to look when I am using MSN and Facebook not doing any work (90% of the time). I really want to fuck him up move desk.

I just looked at the clock and it is 12PM. At least 5 more hours left until I can go home.

Somebody kill me please. 

To some people size matters, but to others it doesn’t. Size matters to me. In this day and age mine just does not cut it anymore. That’s why I am contemplating buying a bigger one. It seems like only yesterday I bought my 40 inch Full HD 1080 Sony TV. But 6 months down the line and a trip to the electronic store and my TV looks like a joke in comparison to the 50, 60 and 100 inch TVs. And yes this whole paragraph is about TVs and only TVs for anybody getting any weird ideas.

I used to laugh at the people who slept standing up on the rush hour trains. But today I took a note from their book and caught about 15 minutes of sleep on the way to work. Hopefully the 15 minutes of sleep plus the energy drink I bought will stop me from passing out over my keyboard. I am seriously sleep deprived and am once again feeling the walking under water sensation. We hit the town Saturday and got home 7am the next morning. I was awake at 9am for a laughable 2 hours of sleep after being up for 24hours plus and doing miles of walking. I predict my survival rate for today at somewhere around the 35% region.

Went to the airport on Thursday to get my sis. Within 2 minutes of my sister coming through the gate 3 police officers approached us.

Police: Thisssu issu randommu cheekkuu. See passuupootoo.

Funny that they just so happen to stop the only two black people in the airport and call it random. Especially since they did not stop anybody else before or after us. I think that the police just might need to check their random inspection algorithm (steps used to generate a random value) to see if it is working properly. We hit my place, went for ramen and had a sushi dinner. Next day was museums at Ueno, shopping at OIOI and dinner with friends at an izakaya (Japanese style restaurant). Saturday was a trip to Asakusa (temples) and Akihabara (electronics town) followed by some partying in Roppongi. Sunday was mainly down time. Everybody (except me) was down for the count and woke up around 3ish. We went to Ebisu for dinner. Tonight will be a big treat. But it is a secret. I will tell you guys about it soon.

I grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall. She was sweating and breathing heavily. In fact her heart was racing. I looked into her pupils, they were fully dilated.

I violently went for her neck, but pulled back at the last second. I love to tease my prey.

I stepped back, pulled it out, shot her in the face a few times, and then put it back into the holster. The bullets exploded on impact creating quite a mess.

I ran to the kitchen, grabbed some cleaning agents and got rid of any incriminating evidence that could link me to the act.

I then escaped out of the backdoor.

I put up a photo in my last entry but had to take it down. I was suppose to re-upload another one yesterday but just did not get around to it. So I leave you with this picture.

So without further ado. Lets-a-go (Mario)!!!!!

Ouch that must have hurt. Your head is bleeding. You might need to get stitches for that. Do I feel sorry for you? Um no?
Leave your house 5 minutes earlier so that you don’t have to launch yourself like a torpedo into the closing doors of the train.

Woah that was a close call. Nearly stepped on a landmine. It is pretty dangerous at this station. Especially on a Friday night. Live landmines everywhere. This one still has steam coming out of it. It must have just been laid.
I see. He is the culprit. The man in his 50s who is wearing an Armani suit. He looks like he is about to lay another one. Pretty crazy that at your age you don’t know the limit on how much alcohol you can drink and walk around vomiting all over the station and the street.

Thanks for the dinner it tasted really good. I must be going now. Bye, bye now. I walk halfway down the road and look over my shoulder. They are still waving. What is up with that? Why have they been waving that long? Aren’t I going to see them next weekend? Or are they a family of psychics who have had a vision telling them that I will die in my sleep tonight; so they plan to keep on waving until I disappear into the sunset since they will never see me again? Or are they just super happy that I am leaving….

Been partying and drinking all night. I am about to collapse. Somehow make it onto the first train. It is 5am. Everybody on the train is sleeping or on the verge of passing out. Everybody but the teenage girl wearing a school uniform on her way to school at 5am on a Sunday…