Archive for June, 2007

Riding the Bus

I’m 6′2 in small person world.

Today I had to go into town and took the bus. I got on and lucky for me there was a single seat in the back and sat. In the next stop, the single seat in the front opened up and I stood up to sit in it. Unfortunately, an old man sitting on a double seat (2 person seat, sharing with another) got up and took the single seat. His wife, sitting in the double seat behind him took his seat. Her seat was open but its too cramped up for me sit in and uncomfortable for the person next to me. I wanted to go back and take my original seat in the back but a girl who got on took it. Just my luck, I was standing.

I grabbed on to the handrails above and started to look out the window when I notice.. Whaaa? The lady sitting in a single seat behind the old man had a very open top. I look down and it was deep enough to look at her breasts. She could have been in her late 40s, but seems like she had a nice pair of tits. I tried not to stare down but I couldn’t help it. Her bra was loose, the top of triangle was open but the bottom nice holding up her tits. I pretended to lean back from the movement of the bus and I saw her nipple. WOW.. it was nice.

By this time, the lady had notice I was looking down but she made no efforts to cover up. She saw she was open to viewing but did nothing to cover, including using her hands or her small purse.

Unfortunately, a seat on the opposite side of the bus opened up. It would have been weird for me to standing over her when there was an open seat.

I didn’t get a raise from looking but was happy I got to see a down-blouse.

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Turtles

As part of work, every morning I go out and meet our clients. Most of my clients are small, companies, run by 1-2 people. Its not I’m busy with work related stuff, its more “socializing” with them so when the need arises, they remember me.

The route I take, its pretty much the same, just on where I go first.  I pass a canal. Its more like a glorified ditch. Extremely murky, on its cleanest days, you can see the junk (scrap metal, box like thingies) sunk to the bottom.

But for the past few months I’ve noticed something. LIFE!! Probably polluted beyond hope, I see turtles and fish. Today on the support columns, supporting the highway built above it, I see at least 15 turtles resting, baking their shells from the hot sun. All different sizes, seems like a family that’s grown.  The turtles I’ve seen almost everyday now, only how many I see. I’ve also seen fish. BIG BLACK FISH. I can’t really tell what fish it is but seems like a koi. Its rare I see it. Next time I should buy lottery tickets and see if its rarity and its ability to live in a open sewer will bring me luck.

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babysitter

relatives had come over to Japan, visiting after 20 years.
They are here only for a day, and my parents decided to take out for dinner.

Doesn’t sound like a good idea. My father will use it as an opportunity to drink. “Only once in a while” is his reason, for drinking like a fish on dry land. Today his drink of choice is sake. Dinner is slow, conversation is good but my Dad is rambling, blabbering, talking nonsense. At times, he its gets embarrassing, thankfully my relatives accept as is and are not disgusted (I hope)

In nights like this, the car keys are with me as soon as we enter the restaurant. I just hope Dad doesn’t make a bigger ass than the usual self.

After dinner, we go for desert and coffee. Conversation continues, laughter around but I can see my Dad’s bloodshot eyes, ready to collapse on the floor. He perks up when the waitress bring his ice cream sundae. Like a little kid, he devours all of it. My relative asks me what job I am looking for. It didn’t occur to me that I was looking for an open position and I guess my Dad, embarrassed that I am working with/for him, sometime during dinner mentioned I was looking for a job to my relative. Before answering the question, my Dad answers, “Banking, finance…”

The story of my life. I don’t know what I want to do, my fathers knows. My father knows me better than I do.

He doesn’t want me in his life, he just wants my name. A reason, so that everyone can praise my father for having a son working for XYZ Co Ltd, a prestigious company.
Everything I wanted to do came with the answer, NO.

If only I could restart my life

I wonder… if I died today…

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Problems already

I’ve been reading other blogs, which I’ve bookmarked.
There are other non-blog bookmarks I don’t want to upload.
How do I export part of bookmark list on to the blogroll here?

Also, how do I change the subtitle to the blog, changing it from “Just another WordPress.org blog”

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Hopefully

Hopefully this will last a little longer.

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