I didnt even have time to write…Things have been so crazy over the past 2 months…I dont know where to start…
I’ll start from the most recent and go backwards…Its easier to remember things still fresh on my mind…
Today, I woke up at my gf’s apartment…Its funny how things work out….The Last time I wrote on here, I got rejected from Chihiro whom I was chasing over the summer….and the actress that I was interested in, I got her…Amazing how things turn around so fast…God, thanks. Really.
Today, me and Yuuka had to wake up and meet a very old landlord, an 89 year old man, who was going to decide whether or not I could rent his apartment…My Japanese has improved a bit, but nowhere close to even being able to converse without the use of English. Yuuka was there to translate and it is amazing how shes picking up English so fast, just like how Laura used to…
The old man agreed so I’m renting his apartment…Finally, my own apartment in Tokyo…No roomates, no fucking cleaning up after people…No fucking foreigner agencies out to rip me off…A real Japanese apartment. So its decided…I will be here for another year…So please come and visit, you all have a place to stay now so its only the flight cost and your personal shopping…but dont do too much of that right??? That stuff doesnt mean anything as you all know…
Me, Yuuka, Kaneko-San (89 Year old Landlord who luckily trusts foreigners) went to the rental agency company. You have to do this kinda shit in Japan….The rental agent who got the papers ready, Hotta-San, it turns out he really loves Hong Kong celebrities…fucked up shit…So he listed off all these singers like Leslie Cheung and Jacky Cheung and wrote down their Chinese names which I recognized…haha…It’s funny cause this was a bit of an “in” that I had…I had to convince the rental agent that I was legit and by knowing these HK singers and shit, that was a huge step in helping me get the apartment…
Later on today, we both had different places to be so we didnt even get the chance to talk about what occured…Thats how things have been recently…The nights come and go…I pull myself up and rush off to work…The seasons change…its getting cold…
I called my current landlord and told her that I was moving out. This is one thing…one super really important thing that Ive learned living in Japan…Sorry Taishi, I dont mean to make a generalization or stereotype. But, in Japan, rules are always rules. There’s not much leeway even when you take into consideration people’s feelings or lives. Certain Japanese people I’ve met, they wont ever bend the rules…Even when the rules are meant to be bent or you have the power to bend them.
Long story short, my landlord wants me to pay next months rent because im supposed to give one months notice…Of course you know me…I dont have much money…I told her, I’m moving out next week, no one will be living there so can I not pay next months rent…But…you know…people that own property…landlords…or rich people in general, I think they are rich for a reason…Cause they are MOTHERFUCKING SELFISH. Can you cut them out a heart??? Can you cut out my heart for them so that they can feel it beating??? A contract is a contract…A month’s notice in the contract is exactly what it is…However, when I said that you can already keep my deposit and I wont even be living there next month, why do you have to charge me next months rent? Its in the contract, I know, but if you have a heart, knowing that Im not rich like you…Im a struggling 26 year old foreginer in your fucking country that doesnt even speak your language…While you are a 60 year old American educated Japanese woman who fucking owns houses and lives in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in Tokyo….Can you spare me at least a bit of your sympathy??? I dont ask for much in this world or life…I always try to give back and do whats good…But cmon….Can you just put your greed and “rules” aside. I’m not a contract. I’m a person. Do you feel me?
Anyways, I’ll pay her fucking rent next month even when I’m not living there. God, get some revenge for me ok…I know that’s evil to say, but I KNOW you stand on my side for this one…Cmon man…
Change…I received an email from my ex-gf today…She said, “Hey, how are you?”…And I never receive emails from her recently…I dont know what that meant really until later on today. After meeting the landlord, and then after the drama with my current landlord, I took the train back to my sharehouse. I got off in Shibuya station and as I was gunning it out of the station, a girl caught my eye. I saw her. She walked passed and she saw me. I stopped. I turned around to see if she stopped…she stopped and looked at me…and then we walked closer together…It was my ex-gf’s older sister. In the middle of Shibuya station, in a city of 11 million people, I ran into my ex-girlfriend’s older sister with whom I went to fireworks with and got to know a bit. We chatted and she said she had to go…What’s happening?
I went back to my sharehouse and packed up all my shit…You know in Kanye West’s song, “Last Call”, he says, “I went back to my apartment and packed up all my shit, 10 days before I had to move out cause the landlord was a jerk…” Thats how I felt like tonight…
My Chinese roomate, Bulu, he’s a good guy…I actually wish I could take him along with me out of that sharehouse…We lived there together with 2 other Japanese women, Asako and Sachiko…I dont know what it is…If you didnt know, Tokyo and Tokyo people have the reputation for being “cold” or having the “coldest people” in Japan. It’s funny how things like that work huh??? The most fucking polite people in the world also rank among the worlds coldest…especially in the cold winter, that amplifies this type of feeling…In all other sharehouses or shared living accomodations I have lived in, I’ve managed to at least become semi-friends with the others..I always at least try to talk and share some things, you know, show some signs of fucking LIFE in the sense that I’m human and actually want to communicate with others….and everytime I have moved out of whereever I moved out of, I always say bye. I always do and did that…But this time, it’s different, I’m not going to do that. I only said bye to Bulu and I’m not saying bye and just leaving. That’s how cold it is here you know?
So now, after dragging some of my luggage back to Yuuka’s apartment, I’m sitting here writing this again. I have a Whiskey Coke next to my left elbow…I’m smoking again because I’ve simply decided that I’m going to do what I want to do. This past summer, I always told myself, “Dont drink, dont smoke, eat healthy, sleep early…” That type of thing…But all it led to was a bunch of self paranoia, especially when I started to “deviate” from what I was “supposed” to do…It’s been hard to let go actually….I have to give up being such a perfectionist….
Sorry, I have to go, Take care.
