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An Englishman In Japan

Living As A Legal Alien In Japan

To The Polls!

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Once again, it's time to vote, and what a lovely selection of parties we have to choose from! We have the Far Right (BNP), the Right (Tories), the Middle Right (Labour), and the Left-Right (Liberal). It's starting to look like Monty Python's Spam sketch - 'you can have anything as long as it's got spam in it!'

What a country we have become, eh? After Churchill sorted us out during WWII, saving us from Nationalistic Facism and Imperialism, we just went on a downhill spiral through the Dark Ages of the 20th Century - the 50s, the 60s, the 70s, until we got Thatcher - that icon of Nationalistic Facism and Colonial Imperialism. After destroying part of our economy and welfare system with numerous privatisations, her greatest idea to unite the country under a common cause was to fight a war against a country thousands of miles away after a dispute over the ownership of a couple of islands whose population is outnumbered by penguins. It worked, and Thatcher was re-elected, only to go on to completely destroy all this country stood for.

British Troops On Their Way To Battle

Don't get me wrong, I was all for the war myself, but then I was 10 years old at the time.

Anyway, Thatcher stepped down, and we ended up with John Major, a man whose education hadn't even gone past his GCSEs. He was a total moron and he just kept on destroying the country. One of the things that stick in my mind is the 'pay-rise incident', where members of his cabinet, when they realized that this was the last time they would be in office, gave themselves a pay-rise of, on average. 450,000 pounds! Wait a minute....a pay rise?

Needless to say, they were out, and the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to have arrived, when, in 1997, Tony Blair was elected. All our troubles were over, it seemed. Blair was going to lead the country to glory once again. We were going to be economic leaders. Everyone would have a job. Hospitals would remain free and still have enough resources to treat everyone. Our education system would remain free and still give world-class education to our youngsters......so that they could go off to war in Iraq and Afghanistan and die.

It has been in the news recently that the NHS will not be free for much longer. Nurses are complaining about poor wages (and quite rightly so) and we don't have enough cash to pay for our medicines, most of which are over-priced drugs imported from the US. Inflation is rampant, so we have less and less foreign investment, meaning less jobs for the highly skilled sections of our workforce, leading to a brain-drain, and our education system is failing us, with kids walking the streets carrying guns.

Well done, Tony Blairt. We will never forget you.

DREAM ON !!!

E-Man

Settlements in the Future

This is what will happen when NASA finally gets a settlement up and running on the Moon:



I wondered where they'd all gone!

Happy Easter!

Mouse

New Look Opera!

Well, how about the new look for Opera blogs? Looks lovely, I think. I especially like the little sign at the top informing us that Opera is powered by Opera! I wonder what the little tick next to 'My Account' means? Is it reassuring me that it is MY account? Joking aside, it looks a lot nicer, and a little more colourful.


Take care, folks! And just remember this: what you want is not always what you need.

E-Man

Websites!

I did a search on jobs just now, as I'm looking for some more work. When I clicked the first link I got on the search (silly mistake - I should have read the address first, as it contained 'blog' in it, and would not be a company), I got someone's blog with billions of pictures of people playing with little dogs on it.

I decided to quit the page and return to my search, but the PC wouldn't let me, so I thought, 'OK, it wants to load the entire page first, so I will wait.' After five minutes (!) I got a message saying I didn't have the relevant plug-in. So I clicked on that and waited. Still no action. So, I went to make a cup of tea.

When I came back, still no action. THEN, I got a message saying there was not sufficient memory and that it was recommended to either close my browser or restart the computer (I wasn't using Opera at the time - sorry, folks). So I decided to switch the tab off and get onto my blog to write about this. BUT, it wouldn't let me open this page! It just sat there with a little hourglass for another five minutes. So I closed: the browser.

After 'Disk Cleanup', I tried to open the browser, but I got a message telling me that I have to close my browser first before I can open it! It WAS closed! Pressing CTRL+ALT+DEL made no effect, as usual (I wanted to manually close the browser from the 'Process Log'), and I didn't want to press it too many times as Windows PCs have a nasty habit of either taking a very long time and opening multiple Process Logs, giving an error message on a blue screen (recommending that you press CTRL+ALT+DEL !!!) or restarting.

After waiting a further five minutes, I restarted the PC.Homer: Doh!

Then of course, you have to wait for MSN Messenger to start up, with multiple people all logging in, and pings all over the place before you get the MSN Today coming up (which very often tells you that the service is unavailable), and the Yahoo Messenger starting up, telling you that you have three messages (which are inevitably unwanted, as Yahoo is easy prey for Nigerian scams).

Then, I finally got to write this. After half an hour.

I'd like to log into that person's blog again and tell them what their website did to my PC, but I'm scared it'll take another hour to do it.:troll:

Anyway, feck it! Just a little website which reminds me of my catholic days back in Blighty. Enjoy Father Ted! FECK! :headbang:

Scouse Mouse:bye: :headbang:

A Poem (2)

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Here's another poem I wrote

Katie (Domestic Violence)

In the darkness of the corner
And the darkness of the room
Katie feels in safety
From the horror that would loom.

Shouts of anger, and horrible sounds
From her mother's room, upstairs
And all young Katie thinks is,
"I'm next now, but who cares?"

"If dad were here, he'd see to it
That the guy would never try
To hit my mum so much like that
And always make her cry"

The noise becomes intense now
Then suddenly not a sound
Just the noise of feet upon the stairs
The feet of a rabid hound

Soon the door will open
And in will come the man
His right hand, a clenched fist
In his left, a beer can

"Why did Daddy go?
I can never understand
And why is this new guy here
Whose brain is in his hand?"

"Oh, Daddy, won't you come back?
Protect me from this guy
For my only hope this moment
Is that this time, I will die"


Scouse Mouse

A Poem

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Just a little poem I wrote for the ladies left behind when their men have gone off to Iraq and Afghanistan:

No Man's Land (War Is Hell)

Here I lie in No Man's Land
Three bullets in the gut
The pain, it racks my body
My eyes are tightly shut.

All around is moonlike
Not a living thing around
Except this poor dying soul
Lying here, on the ground.

I slowly take out the pictures
Of all the people I've known
The ones I've loved, and the ones who loved
This broken flesh and bone.

But of all those lovely pictures
There is one on which I dwell
That is you, my love, who loved me most
Before I went to hell.


Let's end the war, and God bless the fallen on both sides, and those left behind.

Scouse Mouse

Shocking!

Funny this. I've been posting on another thread, explaining to people that they should forget about racism here, as it happens in every country. I think that might be because it has hardly ever happened to me, because tonight I really found what racism there was here.

I and a friend went to a restaurant to discuss what to do next about his only being paid less-than-half of his salary from his eikaiwa company, World Gaigo Gakuin, Gifu (and being paid a week late) with no explanation why. While we were there, eating lots of yakiniku and having a few beers, I noticed there was a sign saying they were looking for part-time staff. My visa permits this, so I asked for a job, but the old man at the counter just told me they don't employ foreigners. I thought, "Fair enough," and we got on with our conversation. We were not noisy, boisterous, or even laughing too loud, as the conversation was about fairly serious things, including the condition of his wife who is in hospital at the moment.

When we went to pay, after we paid, the old guy told us not to come back again. I asked him why and he told us they don't serve foreigners, then abruptly walked off into the kitchen.

We stood at the door, fairly insulted.

Then another guy came over, and I said to him, "Listen, I am going to report your shop to the police," and told him why. He just said it had nothing to do with him as it was not him who insulted us. I bowed politely and explained that it was not him personally that I was reporting, but the shop, as they both work for the same establishment (Jingisukan ... Kashinoya, or something, in Marunouchi, Nagoya), but he still said it had nothing to do with him, and I should speak directly to the person who insulted us. So I told him to get the person (politely).

The old guy came back and basically grabbed my arm, physically, and tried to pull me out of the place, shouting 'Go away! Go away!'.

The guy was lucky he was old and frail, as if he had been my age I would have stuck his head through the window! His age saved his life. That is an exaggeration, but that is how I felt. That is only how I felt. Of course I would not have done it, but I felt enraged.

I said nothing and just walked out.

But what I am laughing about now is that I've been telling people recently to forget about racism and get on with their lives, and then suddenly it happens to me.

I guess we don't all know what we think we know, eh?

Scouse Mouse.

PS Anyone in Nagoya, go along to this place.... You might enjoy the cultural experience!

Just a nice little joke

Depending on how you ask the questions, you can force the answer you seek! Remember 43% of polls are wrong, the other 78% are made up! Don't jump to the answer, just scroll down. Take this test mentally, don't write down your answers, and don't shout them out.

1. Pick a number from 2 to 9. It can be 2 or it can be 9, or any number in between.
2. Take that number that you've chosen, and multiply it by 9.
3. That should give you a two digit number. Take those two digits and add them together.
4. Take the resulting number and subtract 5 from it.
5. Take that number and correspond it to the alphabet, numbering the letters. A =1, B=2, C=3, and so on...
6. Take your letter, and think of a country that begins with that letter.
7. Take the last letter in the name of that country, and think of an animal.
8. Now, take the last letter in the name of that animal, and think of a colour.
9. But remember, that there are no orange kangaroos in Denmark.

Scouse Mouse!

What a Wonderful World

Nice little cheery post here. It's an adaptation of Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World", based on what would happen if Iran and North Korea successfully developed nuclear weapons.

I see trees with no leaves........ no flowers too
I see them burn..... for me and for you
And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.

I see skies of black..... mushroom clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark hellish nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.

The colors of the fire.....so pretty ..in the sky
Are also on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends wringing hands.....saying.. what do we do
Theyre really saying......I loved you.

I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
Theyll learn no more.....and I'll never know
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world

(instrumental break)

The colors of the rain.....yellow ..in the sky
Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends wringing hands.....saying.. what do we do
Theyre really sayin...*spoken*(I ....loved....you).

I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
*spoken*(you know they'll never learn
A whole lot more than Ill never know)
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.



Come on, boys and girls, when will we ever learn?

Climate change, failing resources, lack of the government's will to invest in new energy sources (Sorry, George W. Butthead - as every other country has ratified the Kyoto Protocol), nuclear weapons (Sorry George W., but why did you pull out of the Non-Proliferation Treaty and then try to force other signatories of the treaty to abide by it?), war (Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia, and the unfortunately ignored Sudan and Rwanda, ignored because they have no oil), terrorism (not just Islamic, we have Christian terrorists, too, plus the 'Aryan Race' Nazis), and hatred of everyone that does not have the same flag, religion, or skin colour.... We are destroying this planet. It's like setting fire to your own house and locking the door with you and your own family inside, as we can't go anywhere else.

Wake up, boys and girls!

And the sad thing is, the only time we will have a wake up call, is when everything we know has been destroyed, and all we'll be able to do at that time is just say 'bollocks!', because there will be nothing left. What a wonderful world.

Scouse Mouse

A Good Night In Gifu

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There is a small restaurant in Gifu called Mizutani. I say it's small, because they only seat about 16 people. However, the place is so well known, and the food is so good, that there are always people lining up outside!

Claeton and I went there two days ago, and had the loveliest yakitori (grilled chicken on skewers), heart, liver, nankotsu (cartillage), and even grilled sparrows!

The sparrows were the highlight of the evening, actually. You get two on a skewer, and you have a choice of either soy sauce or salt, but we chose soy sauce as the colour of the sauce would hide the actual shape of the bird. You then eat them whole, bones and all. In actual fact, they were really nice! Just like every other weird food, they tasted like chicken (but in this case it is not surprising, really, as they are birds, after all).



Lovely Jubbly!

I have eaten some of the strangest stuff here in Asia. Raw Horse sushi is one of my favourites, dipped in garlic, ginger and soy sauce. Grasshoppers ("inago") dipped in soy sauce and sugar are a nice one to try, especially after a few beers. Raw mince beef in garlic and raw egg ("yukke") is a special favourite. I even have to confess to having eaten raw whale meat (which tasted like horse), chillied dog (I suppose you really could call it a hot dog!) and the penis of an ox (which was like eating a bar of dried glue...!).

But, seriously, it MUST be better than the Mud-Crap Pizza you can buy in Korea!

Mind you, the Japanese think we are weird because we eat rabbits....

Scouse Mouse!:chef:

The Chinese Restaurant

So, I did my first shift at the restaurant yesterday!

They said I was going in for training, but actually it was dead busy (being lunch time) so they just threw me straight in. The head waitress speaks fairly good Japanese, but with a really strong Chinese accent, so it was difficult to understand her for most of the time. There's another girl there, a Japanese girl, with about a dozen facial peircings and lots of Celtic tatoos, but she hardly said a word to me, as we were too busy.

The job is not difficult, just consisting of washing dishes, taking orders, and stocking the fridge, but they started showing me how to make the perfect noodles yesterday, so I expect that will be part of the job.

So, what does the place look like? Take a look at this video (taken a few days before I started work):



It's interesting, and it's different from what I've been doing for the past few years, so it's a nice change.:hat:

Scouse Mouse

At last!

Right, I sorted the apartment out with some furniture. I got a washing machine, a few bookcases (for my millions of books!), and a light fitting. I even found a cheap TV and a Playstation to play with. Now it looks like a place that somebody might even want to live in. Oh, and I even got a telephone, as, for some reason, even though I specifically told NTT I didn't want a telephone number, they gave me one 'free' with the internet connection. Oh, and I bought a bed, too (a campbed), as I was sick of sleeping on a really thin futon placed on a hard wooden floor. Compared to what it's been like since early December, this is bloody luxury!

Plus, I have an interview at a noodle shop tomorrow. Well, I say 'interview', but they seemed to just want me to start work tomorrow. It's not a bad place, but everyone is Chinese and they don't speak English, and some don't even speak Japanese, so I'll have to try my best with my best Chinese. It'll be a good laugh, whatever happens. It's better than being punched in the balls by Japanese kids, I suppose.

We'll see what happens, and I'll keep you all posted.

Scouse Mouse

PS Installing MAC OS X 10.4 (Tiger) takes a ridiculous amount of time, so be prepared to sit there for hours on end waiting for it to finish BEFORE you have to manually install the rest of the stuff that comes with it, half of which needs a previous version, which you obviously don't have. The programmers obviously haven't got a clue. Bloody MacJobs (both puns intended).

PPS Totally irrelevant, but I thought this should be shared, with my views on war and especially the 'War on Terror' which is a load of bollocks: Bush Tells It Like It Is.
And another one to show you what our guys have to do over there, instead of sitting behind a desk and sodding off fishing for weeks on end, like our dear President: Bravo Two Zero.
Plus, finally, an incredibly well produced video, as a tribute to all the boys and girls out there, doing a job that none of us would ever want to do: Tribute to Our Folks in Iraq

Bloody Banks!

Trying to get some cash sent over is a terrible ordeal over here!

My mum went to the bank back in England to send some cash for me, and she got told she can't do it without a Swift Code, IBAN, or BIC code, whatever they are.

So I had to find out what they where, EVEN THOUGH I had given her all the details that I have been given my bank. I would have thought that, being in the banking business, the staff at the bank would have been able to find out themselves, but unfortunately not. PLUS they didn't even offer fries and a milkshake. Bloody MacJobs.

So, I went to the nearest ATM (cashpoint to us English speakers), where there was a phone and got in touch with someone on the other end, who unfortunately did not have a clue what a Swift Code, IBAN, or BIC code was, and also could not connect me to any branch of UFJ (my bank) as she actually had nothing to do with the bank (so why the feck am I being directed to speak to you if you have nothing to do with the bank?!?!)

I asked her where the nearest bank was and she told me to go west from the subway, to which I laughed. How the hell am I supposed to know which way west is when I am underground? I'm not a bloody mole! She just told me to ask someone when I get there. Bloody helpful.

I got to the bank, and ended up with this woman who looked like my ex-mother-in-law (who also works at the same bank), just looking totally phased as I explained what Swift Codes and IBANs and BICs where, whereupon she came back with my branch number, which I already knew, God bless her cotton socks. With a second explanation, using exactly the same words, she ran off and came back with a load of numbers which were different from the ones I got off the internet the night before. The only unfortunate thing about this lot (besides the waste of frigging time) was that she did not know what order the numbers were supposed to be put. I would assume it would be 'country number' + 'bank number' + 'branch number' + 'account number', but she couldn't even tell me that. I was also a little annoyed that I was not offered fries and a milkshake.



Bloody banking system in this country is stuck in the Middle Ages. You get charged for everything. You get charged to take money out. You get charged to put money in. You get charged to send money. You get charged to change money. And you get no interest (sorry, correction, you get a massive 0.02%). I even found out today that if you want to find out how much money you have in the bank, using the internet rather than going to the bank, you have to pay, and they even have the nerve to proudly proclaim that it is cheaper than it would normally be, because their connection is suitable to broadband. Robbing bastards!

Bloody ridiculous! Here is the advert for my lovely bank: UFJ Bank

A nice little ad to show how I feel about my lovely bank: Bollocks

Scouse Mouse:doh: :headbang: :troll:

Happy New Year !!!

What a year that was!

I've just finished my 大掃除, 'end of year cleaning', not that I had much to do, as I've only just moved in, and I only have one room to clean, and I've only actually had a few days there, because I was in Tokyo for five days until yesterday. Still, I had to rearrange all the cardboard boxes I have full of stuff, and start using them as furniture until I get some real furniture. All I have is a table (for my computers) and a futon at the moment. All I need now is a few bookshelves for my massive library and I'll be sorted!

So, here we are, at the end of the year, and the start of a new one. What will 2007 bring us that 2006 didn't, I wonder? Let's see. What were the predictions I made for 2006, at the beginning of the year?

1.England will win the World Cup in Germany (and will play Germany in the Final). This nearly happened, I suppose. We only lost because Beckham and Owen got injured and Rooney stamped somoene in the balls and got sent off. Mind you, Germany didn't get into the final either, so I was doubly wrong there!

2.Liverpool will finish top of the Premiership. I was close again, but then this is an easy prediction to make.

3.Everton will get battered. I was right here, but again, this is an easy prediction to make!

4.The weather will get worse, with terrible flooding in the south of England. Correct, as far as I know.

5.There will be forest fires and drought in Southern parts of Europe. Correct.

6.An important religious leader will be assassinated. Would this not be Al-Zarqawi, by any chance?

7.There will be intense social upheaval in Europe, and possibly a government will fall (maybe Italy). Well, Berlusconi left this year, but not because of social upheaval.

8.There will be more earthquakes, maybe in California and Tokyo. Thank God I was wrong here.

9.There will be an appearance of a previously unknown comet. I think there was the appearance of a previously unknown planet, further out than Pluto (and actually bigger). Or maybe I was right...: A new comet?

I wasn't too wrong, was I?

Anyway, I hope everyone had a decent 2006, and I hope that 2007 proves to be even better. For me, it could only get better.....:whistle: :lol:

Anyway, nice little film to round the post off with: The War in Iraq

Enjoy,

Scouse Mouse

Moving to New Apartment

What a bloody pallava!

I called this place to help me move, but couldn't actually move at the time they came to get my stuff, as I was sick after having a bad pizza, so they got annoyed and told me to find someone else to move with. It wasn't my fault the pizza was bad, but that didn't seem to be an issue with them.

So I called another place and it turned out to be a 50 year old guy with his wife asking six times the price of what the other place charged (ending up as 300 quid!). Then, they started complaining about the fact that I was living on a 3rd floor apartment with no elevator, and that the boxes were too heavy, and that the next place was also a 3rd floor apartment with no elevator..... They started trying to rip open the boxes to see what was inside, which was really annoying because I'd have to put the boxes back together again afterwards, and was also irrelevant, as they don't need to know what is inside to find out how heavy it is - all they have to do is pick the bloody things up!

Then, the guy's wife started wanting to get into the place, the reason being that she wanted to see how big the stuff was going to be, which is a fair argument, but when I told her I hadn't fully packed yet and would like a few more minutes, she doubled the price, and then just bolloxed on like a little chihuahua at her husband for the next thirty minutes about irrelevant things. Just yapping away, and even my neighbours were coming out telling her to shut up, but she just kept yapping away. I felt like I was suddenly in an episode of 'Til Death Do Us Part' or 'George and Mildred'.

One thing I have learned is that some people (owners of small businesses) talk a load of crap, but one thing I knew ever since I was a kid, is that you don't piss customers off if you want business.

In the end, I told them to piss off. If the guy can't carry the stuff, then he shouldn't be doing the job. If the woman can't keep her mouth shut, she cannot expect customer satisfaction, especially when she's upsetting the neighbours by yapping away at the top of her voice early in the morning.



So I called a friend, and she said she can get me a removal service for a quarter of the price that they were asking for in the end, so it's sorted.

It's funny that people just get more and more stupid, the older they get. Especially yappy little chihuahua women. Never ceases to amaze me. I felt like I was back at BECS Eikaiwa, again. Brought back nightmare memories of the 'boss', Satoko, crapping on until 1am when I was waiting to go home after my shift had ended at 10pm. And the butterflies on her head would just keep fluttering until she realized I was knackered enough to be let home.

And she talked the most crap, you would never believe.

Nice little song to round this post off with: Chumbawamba

Col the Scouse Mouse (Your mate, Rob!)

Kyoto

So, off I went to Kyoto again.

Jim had been there for a while, doing Zen, and his mate Paul from Canada was there, so we thought we'd have a right piss up, as we haven't seen each other for ages. I think the last time I saw Jim was at his wedding in Chiba, and that was also the last time I saw Paul, so we had a real chin-wag.



We went to a couple of temples (Jodo-shin-shuu) temples, which were really beautiful.



I bought my girlfriend a 浄土宗日常勤行 sutra, which I know she won't use, but it's the feeling that counts, apparently. Having said that, I was a bit surprised when she took it out on the last night before she had to fly off to the Maldives, and asked me how to use the sutra.



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I'll be moving to a new apartment in two days, so I will not be online for a short time, until I get a new internet connection, but I hope to be able to speak to you all as soon as possible.



Anyway, I'm freezing, so I'm off to get something warm to drink.



Col the Scouse Mouse

The Capsule Hotel

One of the things that people really must see here in Japan is not the temples, the kimonos, the castles, the tiny mobile phones, the high speed trains, the robots, and all the other things that signify traditional culture in harmony with the world of the future. It's the CAPSULE HOTEL!!!

The capsule hotel is the dream of the salaryman who's missed the last train, the fantasy of the drunk who can just get his head down in a nice warm bed for half the price of a real hotel and double the warmth of a cardboard box in the park, and heaven for the criminal on the run from the police, hiding in a little box under a false name, as he doesn't need to produce ID.

So, what is a capsule hotel? Take a look.



Each of the little boxes in the picture above has enough room for a bed. The TV is above you, and the radio comes out of the walls. After that, you are on your own! Although the walls are not soundproof, it is surprisingly quiet, as everyone is quite considerate, knowing that we are all going there just to sleep.

The bed consists of a futon, with a very comfortable quilt, and has enough room for a person who is 6ft tall. There is also a little shelf to put stuff on (glasses, etc.). You have a locker to put clothes in, and you are given pajamas with the hotel logo on. If your bags won't fit in the locker, they'll take them and look after them for you until the morning at 10am, when you have to check out.

If you want to check out what it is like, check this video: Capsule Hotel

At 2,800 yen/night, you can't really complain, though, and actually, I sort of like them. The only problem is, you can't bring your own food and drink in without smuggling it in a little bag (which is what I always do), and the stuff they sell in the place is sooooo overpriced, it's incredible!

Some people actually live here, and you can rent a capsule for a month, for just less than 60,000 yen (300 quid) and have access to all the facilities during that time. It's really interesting going to different capsule hotels and meeting people who live there and listening to their life stories.



Internet access (bring your own computer), TV, vending machines with food and drink, toilets, and baths are all available too, plus a high quality restaurant (but EXTREMELY expensive!), PLUS the inevitable karaoke, so it's not that bad, really. I think anyone who comes to Japan should try this at least once. They might like it.....


Scouse Mouse

A Week At A Temple In Kyoto

I just spent a whole week at a Buddhist Temple in Kyoto, learning about the Tendai Sect (天台宗)of Buddhism, and basically living the way of life of a Buddhist monk.



It was a great experience and I was hoping to spend more time there, maybe even to take the course to become a fully fledged monk (this takes three years!), but that proved difficult. The Head Priest (和尚様)told me that it was bad timing, as the only other monk in the temple is taking a special aesthetic course and doesn't really have time to teach me. Plus, in two weeks' time he'll be going on a one week fast (no food, no water, and no sleep, just chanting sutras 24 hours a day) and this coincides with a business trip the Head Priest has to make, so I'd be on my own. Therefore the Head Priest has recommended that I go back to Aichi to find another place. He also said I'm welcome to come back anytime I want though and stay for a while, which is very kind of him, but all this puts me in a bit of a fix, as I now have to find someone to stay with, but I'm sure I'll manage.

So, what did I do there? Here is my daily schedule (the schedule of a novice monk):

4:00am Wake up
4:15am Open all the gates
4:30am Sweep the courtyard and carpark
5:30am First ceremony (actually, two ceremonies simultaneously - I did the daily morning ceremony, while the head monk did the ceremony for the dead)
6:30am Cook breakfast for everyone (we took this in turns)
7:30am Clean the toilets, and if there is any time left, study to prepare for the next ceremony, and just study Buddhism in general.
9:00am Perform odd jobs, like maintenance, moving things, cleaning, etc.
12:00pm Cook lunch for everyone (again taking it in turns)
1:00pm (as per 9:00am)
4:00pm Sweep the courtyard and carpark again
5:00pm Second ceremony (again simultaneously)
6:00pm Clean the Head Priest's Office
7:00pm Cook dinner for everyone (again taking it in turns)
8:00pm- Free time (usually consisting of washing clothes and having a bath before going to bed)

7 days a week, and apparently 365 days a year.



The ceremonies are very much a community thing, with large numbers of people coming to the temple to take part. The accommodation and food are free. The accommodation consists of a 6 tatami single room with a futon. I was given a table for my laptop, but usually you wouldn't get one (if you have a wireless LAN, you can use the temple's internet connection). Apart from that, there is nothing else in the room. The food is typical temple food - all vegetarian, and all brought as offerings by the local people, so we don't actually buy any food. Actually, monks don't need cash, as everything is provided by the community. They don't even pay taxes! The only problem is, that they don't get paid either, but the idea is, if they are going to live their entire lives in the temple, they don't need money.

It sounds like a dead easy option, with a guarantee of a job for life and everything is free, but it's not. If you are thinking of becoming a monk, you have to be sure that you will stick with it all of your life, otherwise, if you drop out after a few years, that will be a few years wasted and nothing gained except for some experience and a different outlook on life (which is a great thing, but you'll be back to square one as far as qualifications and finances are concerned, and the job market is increasingly looking for younger and younger people these days).



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So, what lessons have I learned?

I've learned to take things more easily, and not worry about things so much. The work was hard, and I worked hard at it, but the atmosphere was extremely positive amongst everyone involved.

It has taught me to appreciate the simple things in life, too, like water instead of fizzy drinks, boiled rice instead of steaks, and a quiet walk through the park instead of a mad day of karaoke.

I have started to have a more positive outlook, keeping the eyes in the front of my head and not always dwelling in the past. There's a lot more to life than what you've lived.

It has also taught me a few, slightly more personal things, which I think I'll keep to myself until I can explain them better in a later post (stay tuned, folks!).

All in all, it was a good experience, and I recommend it to anyone who has an interest in Buddhism or traditional Japan, or just wants a relaxing week away from it all (besides the 16-hour work day!).

Scouse Mouse

Claeton's 2nd Birthday Party

Besides the Queen, Claeton is the only person I know to have 2 birthday parties a year!

This one was a little different than other parties, though, as it was decided that we all go to a Game Centre. It was 1,600 yen for three hours of endless banging away on the games!

We played all the usual video games, plus a couple where you have to sit on a plastic horse and jump up and down to make it move, the bicycle games where you just pedal like mad and keep falling off the track, and the dancing games where you have to put you feet on squares that light up according to the beat of the music.

After that, we had a shooting match with BB guns, firing at targets 10 metres away. Needless to say who won, of course.....



Then it was pool, a game of 3-a-side football (which we won), and then a motorbike race round this little circuit. In the first race I came second, but in the second race I came last because I fell off and broke my finger, but in the third race I came third, even though the lad who came in behind me was cheating!

It was a good laugh, really, and I'd love to go again.

Scouse Mouse

Night Out For Claeton's Birthday

Well, after a special night-out with lots of beer and saikoro-steak and the obligatory karaoke (with both of us trying out new songs for a change) I've woken up to the sound of a little van with a loud-speaker (VERY common in Japan, especially around election time - NO SENSE of noise pollution, these people).

The election vans are really annoying, because they run around the streets from 8AM shouting 'Thank you for voting for me! Thank you for voting for me!' over and over again. If anything is going to STOP me from voting for these people, it's THAT (not that I'm eligible for voting, as I am a gaijin)! Actually, a few years ago, there was an incident where someone threw three hand grenades at a car park where these vans where parked, destroying a few of them. Since then the government has brought in a law in certain districts saying that these loud-speaker vans can only operate after 8AM, as opposed to anytime whatsoever. And the vans come round at exactly 8AM. It doesn't make sense. Most people go to work between 6AM and 7AM, so the only people who are still home are either women (who don't care about politics, in my experience over here) or people who are still in bed trying to sleep, because they do shift work!


Vote for me! And you'll never sleep again!

But this van this morning was especially annoying. It was going around saying, 'If you've got any electrical goods, like TVs, computers, CD players, microwaves, or anything else, we'll take them away for free!' That's all well and good, BUT, shouldn't they be PAYING us for them? They're only going to take them to the local second-hand shop and sell them anyway!


Hard Off - Lovely name for a second hand shop!

The Japanese are so ketchi, it's unbelievable! All they think about is money, and then they run around the place trying to show how harmonious and peaceful they are by going to Buddhist temples, Shinto shrines, and having weddings in fake christian chapels with a fake priest who is actually just a NOVA teacher straight off the banana boat. Bloody crazy country this!

Mind you, I can't talk. I've been crazy enough to stay here for ten years, and I'm STILL gonna stay here. Must be the birds, and the easy availability of teaching jobs (many of which, by the way, turn me down SPECIFICALLY because I'm TOO experienced - work that one out! Most places really don't seem to have any confidence in what they do - why not hire someone who can help to make a business grow? I'm not the type to stay here for a year and then go back to my native country and get a job there, I want to be here!).

Anyway, I might be off to Hiroshima next week to start work as a Buddhist monk (I'm not qualified yet, but I have had over a year's training, and I could easily do the job with that, and continue the training at the temple). We'll see how that goes.

Scouse Mouse
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