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danieru in tokyo
Saturday, October 14, 2006
 
Careys last night in J-land
was, as all nights go, a veritable disaster. We started late, finished early, and didnt even say goodbyes, or get photos. I guess that's what happens in the Pong. Well, i guess we got the holiday in Singapore sorted at least. He better get a Fat Pad there too. Although, I am sure he'll be back frequently enough...

On a separate note, I remain confused with Japanese girls, and the strange noises that they make. No, not when indulging in nocturnal activities you filthy preverts, but merely in general. They make some genuinely bizarre sounds in order to express anything from surprise to confusion or tiredness. So I asked a Japanese guy if western women make strange noises, imaginging that these sounds may be somehow muted to my ears having grown up in the UK. He couldn't really give me an affirmative on that one, but remained deeply suspicious about my line of questioning. Ehhhh?????? God, it kills me.

Here's a thought: I am thinking that the whole purpose behind working is to become happy. So you earn money to be happy. Like, you wouldn't get off you ass and do anything more unless the end result made you happy. So you use money to buy happiness. Which is why, I guess people get confused with the whole deal and claim that money cant make you happy. True, but you can buy some happiness with cash. Anyway, what I am trying to say is: Why do people sell happiness for money? They go short on happiness and long on cash - this makes no sense, since the only thing you really ever want is happiness, and the only thing which is ever bankable is happiness. Not cash.


Comments:
> remained deeply suspicious about my line of questioning. Ehhhh??????

Aha so amusing.

It must be surreally frustrating trying to explain when the locals think nothing of the extraordinary vocals coming out of their ladies.
 
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