Jan18/06: Yakata!

Thank God I didnt do that remake…or else I surely would have failed.

In other news, I must rape chemistry now, with my Crotch of Justice, combined with a seismic slam from my Ass of Vengeance…ha.

And, if i ever want to speak to my dad again, I have to start picking up Mandarin again.
I can:

  • a) get lessons from a friend
  • b) get lessons from outside
  • c) get a Mandarin speaking girlfriend… (Doesn’t sound half-bad…oooooooh)

Ni xiua xie ma? MAI YAU WUN TI-AR!
And that’s about it…but before I go onto the next topic…
Tung xie man…chi *inaudible* ny ni? Because I have to go badly…haha.

I have decided to apply to RCC/Centenial College if UOIT etc does not accept me. After spending two years in college, I would transfer back to university to obtain another degree. Roar…so many choices.

“Kenji” lyrics after the jump.

«Fort Minor – Kenji»
Album «The Rising Tied» released 2005


My father came from Japan in 1905
He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan
He, he… he worked until he was able to buy this patch
And build a store

Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream,
I don’t know why I have to tell it but I know what it means,
Close your eyes, just picture the scene,
As I paint it for you, it was World War II,
When this man named Kenji woke up,
Ken was not a soldier,
He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA,
That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did,
Bacon and eggs with wife and kids,
He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran,
He moved to LA from Japan,
They called him ‘Immigrant,’
In Japanese, he’d say he was called “Issei,”
That meant ‘First Generation In The United States,’
When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs,
But most of all afraid of a homeland attack,
And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat,
His world went black ’cause,
Right there; front page news,
Three weeks before 1942,
“Pearl Harbour’s Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin’,”
Pictures of soldiers dyin’ and runnin’,
Ken knew what it would lead to,
Just like he guessed, the President said,
“The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away,”
They gave Ken, a couple of days,
To get his whole life packed in two bags,
Just two bags, couldn’t even pack his clothes,
Some folks didn’t even have a suitcase, to pack anything in,
So two trash bags was all they gave them,
When the kids asked mum “Where are we goin’?”
Nobody even knew what to say to them,
Ken didn’t wanna lie, he said “The US is lookin’ for spies,
So we have to live in a place called Mandinar,
Where a lot of Japanese people are,”
Stop it don’t look at the gunmen,
You don’t wanna get the soldiers wonderin’,
If you gonna run or not,
‘Cause if you run then you might get shot,
Other than that try not to think about it,
Try not to worry ’bout it; bein’ so crowded,
Someday we’ll get out, someday, someday.

As soon as war broke out
The G.I came and they just come to the house and
“You have to come”
“All the Japanese have to go”
They took Mr. Lee
People didn’t understand
Why did they have to take him?
Because he’s an innocent (neighbour/labourer?)

So now they’re in a town with soldiers surroundin’ them,
Every day, every night look down at them,
From watch towers up on the wall,
Ken couldn’t really hate them at all;
They were just doin’ their job and,
He wasn’t gonna make any problems,
He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,
He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,
But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved,
Prisoners of war in their own damn country,
What for?
Time passed in the prison town,
He wanted them to live it down when they were free,
The only way out was joinin’ the army,
And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on,
And ended up flyin’ to Japan with a bomb,
That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast,
Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick,
Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife,
But, when they got back to their home,
What they saw made them feel so alone,
These people had trashed every room,
Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors,
Written on the walls and the floor,
“Japs not welcome anymore.”
And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,
He, looked at his wife without words to say,
She looked back at him wiped the tears away,
And, said “Someday we’ll be okay, someday,”
Now the names have been changed, but the story’s true,
My family was locked up back in ’42,
My family was there it was dark and damp,
And they called it an internment camp

When we first got back from camp… uhh
It was… pretty… pretty bad

I, I remember my husband said
“Are we gonna stay ’til last?”
Then my husband died before they close the camp.

  • larker

    Crotch of Justice… Ass of Vengeance… Pelvis of… Function!

  • char

    indeed cheesey +P hahha

    and might i addone thing more about this mandarin thing. (hahhahaha. get it.. addone, adwin.. lol.. yeaaaaa… )

    but you could go to china and live there for a summer and pick up mandarin too. =) not only the language, but maybe that girl, AND culture, and food. =)

  • Kev

    this is actually about the post you made more recently, in hopes you would read this. Remember back in the break when I was experiencing this kind of problem you’re going through now? How I thought I was a fake Christian, and just being one to just make everyone else happy? I remember exactly what you told me, man. You told me that you thought Satan was talking in my place. Do you think this might be occuring to you? Only he has the power to make you doubt this much, man.

    How about those tears you shed for God? Surely those weren’t fake, I could see how much on fire you were back then. I saw the works of a man of God really working together. I remember that you would put church as your number 1 priority.

    My point is that I don’t think you are a “fake Christian”. Because of all the things you did and said in the past that helped me so much and kept me going on in my life, and helping me keep a positive attitude and trusting in God, just the fact that you can help out a fellow Christian like that is like a gift, man. A spiritual one at that. Just because you’ve had nearly a year of idleness in your walk with God doesn’t mean you’ve completely lost it. In fact, it’s a good thing you recognized it. The question is, though, are you willing to try again to trust in Him? Are you willing to completely surrender yourself to Him again?

    I, too, have problems such as these. Pride issues, I believe. The thing is…when I, myself, pray for other people, it’s genuinely full of faith. But when I pray for myself…I have big issues of doubt and I don’t feel as if anything’s going to happen for me. I’m guessing that since you’re my cousin, you’re also having problems praying for yourself at times like these. But I’ll tell you what…I’ll pray for you now, but together we can try our best to kick our pride in the nuts and submit to him completely.

    I also admit…that although I’ve finished my lent, I’ve been struggling with those same issues (you know what those are), so I also might not feel like a true Christian right now. But despite that, I’m still gonna pray for you with all my heart for you to get back on your path with God, cuz I love you man!

    I hope you read this. You know what, you better…I’m gonna send it to your email right now.

    -Mr. Secksah