Archive for June, 2007

Everyday conversations…

Tuesday, June 26th, 2007

From Saturday (June 23, 2007):

Setup: I’m in line in a Starbucks in a Barnes and Noble. I see an Asian couple walk in. The guy is wearing a ‘Looking for a Japanese girlfriend’ t-shirt. After speaking to my friend, K, for a second, I decide that I need to ask a question.

Me: Excuse me, do you know what your shirt says?

Guy: Yes.

Me: (to the girl) Are you Japanese?

Girl: No.

Me: Ahh, thank you.

I turn back to talk to K, and then I hear:

Guy: If you know any, send them my way!

I have no idea if he made it home.

From Monday night (June 25, 2007):

B: Do you know what I’m going to do with my new car, after I move?

O: F*** it?

Everyone: *Chuckle*

B: No, I’m going to illegally mount-

Everyone else: *ROARING LAUGHTER*

I love my friends.

Childhood memories (sort of)

Monday, June 4th, 2007

This is a quick translation of a Japanese fan song, called ‘One Hundred Ten Million Memories.

(I first heard about this at my friend Jamie’s site, Angry Zen Master.)

The music is by Family Comcert, and my preferred version is sung by Mao Komiya as part of C.H.S.

It’s something I did when I was a kid
The faded memory of when I put a red and white hat on my head
Ultraman, Ultraman Seven!

It’s a nostalgic memory from my childhood
When we had curry or the like, I would put the silver spoons on my eyes
Ultraman, Ultraman Seven!

But now I’ve forgotten about that, too
And I live everyday like I’m being chased by something

Even if I turn back (in the album that I forgot)
I can’t go back (to my foolish self) to that time (smiling with my friends)
Ultraman, Ultraman Seven!

Where is he right now? What’s he doing?
The answer remains hazy
Ultraman, Ultraman Seven!

But now I’ve forgotten about that, too
And I live everyday like I’m being chased by something

The courage that you gave me numbers one hundred ten million, one hundred ten million
The passing seasons are dramatic

It’s something I did when I was a kid
I put on the 3D glasses that came with the magazine
Ultraman, Ultraman Seven!

The memories I forgot when I became an adult
It’s coming back to me clearly, I formed an L with my arms
Ultraman, Ultraman Seven!

But now I’ve forgotten about that, too
And I live everyday like I’m being chased by something

Even if I turn back (opening my timeworn diary)
I can’t go back (on the faded pages) to that time (was the name of the first girl that I loved)
Ultraman, Ultraman Seven!

Back then, I turned around and smiled innocently
Still not knowing about corruption
Ultraman, Ultraman Seven!

But now I’ve forgotten about that, too
And I live everyday like I’m being chased by something

The scenes that I watched numbered one hundred ten million, one hundred ten million
The passing seasons are graffiti

The courage that you gave me numbers one hundred ten million, one hundred ten million
The passing seasons are dramatic

I am rather fond of this song now.

I need to remember to email this to the people involved as thanks for making something that made me smile this much.

(Apologies for the hasty translation, it was just a lark.)