So, went bowling last week with the dudes from work. Here is some highlight reel of me bowling.

Me hitting a gutterball then hitting the deck out of frustration

Another gutterball…

Zomg not another gutterball….

AND FINALLY A STRIKE!!!!!

I guess if work doesnt go well I can always bowl professionally

 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

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…

Today is the worst day of my life….

Wait, what is this feeling. The feeling of a moment relived. Like when you see two black cats. I remember now, they call it Déjà vu aka a glitch in the Matrix.

Last week Monday at 9AM I was thinking the exact same thing as I sat at my desk starring into the abyss. I was also thinking the same thing the Monday before that, and the Monday before that also.

It is never ending. It is an infinite cycle. Kind of like a while loop that contains no breakpoint in sight (programmer jargon).

Every Monday is the worst day of my life (does this make sense?)!!!!

Well, ok no more complaining. It is time to fix things.

Question:

Why do I 9-5?

Answer:

To pay the rent…

Hmm, I guess seeing that is the only reason I work all I really need to do is find an alternate means to pay my rent. With my overflowing talents it should be as easy as pie.

So let’s think, what can I do…:

l  Freelance Programming

l  Online Poker

l  Rob and Steal

l  Chef

l  Artist

Ok so lets look at the talents that I listed above.

Programming is self explanatory. It is what I do every day. I guess the only problems would be getting contracts and having the discipline to get stuff done. Starting projects is easy but finishing is pretty hard. The push to get the last 10% done is always pretty intense.

Online Poker is something I don’t talk to many people about. They probably think it is just some reckless gambling like Pachinko or slots. Well it is actually a skill game. And I just so happen to have the skillz to pay the billz.

The main problem is the volatile nature of the game. Because of short term luck, no matter how good you are you will experience patches where you lose a decent chunk of money even though you played well. Losing $500+ in less than 1 hour can, ahem, spoil your day.. I suppose I am immune to losing retarded amounts of money now but it can still be pretty stressful.

Rob and Stealing is something I would only do if my back was against the wall. I think that I would be pretty darn good at it. After all, I did learn from the best:

Cooking is something that I used to like doing, but I haven’t really done much lately. I could do some catering or work as a freelance chef for special occasions. I guess it would be easier to show you my skills rather than explain them with words:

The above dish is called, “Spaghetti with a T”. It was made using high quality spaghetti only found in the mountains of the North Pole. The bolognaise was cooked at a low temperature using the on and off method where you cook for 5 minutes and then leave it to cool for 2. The sauce contains fire tomatoes, garlic, basil and high quality mince meat.

How do you like it? It is to die for right! I am sorry if the picture made your mouth water or made you hungry

With my food presentation skills and vast knowledge of rare cooking ingridients (North Pole spaghetti) finding a gig shouldnt be too hard, right?

Lastly is Art. Oh you never knew I drew? I actually had one of my pieces in a magazine. I was walking though Harajuku a few years back and a magazine editor asked me to draw a piece for the magazine. It was one of my finest hours. 

The theme was, “Draw a childhood cartoon character“. The editor was amazed. She had never seen such a drawing that I showed her

So, thoughts? Am I the next [Insert famous artist] or should I bury my sketchbook and never pick up a paint brush again?

So that is it. Which route would you recommend I take?

I am not too sure. The only thing I do know is. Prometheus is talented, Prometheus is tender… Prometheus is beautiful… Prometheus is a mystery.

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.