| What is a life when most of what counts is proving that you are better than the other person?
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| It is hard when at last found,
that those we love most dear,
do hurt us most and leave but one simmering tear.
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| Once in a while something nice comes up, and part of wants the world to know. Why do I feel that way? Anyways, had to turn in two late Chem labs, and a 10 page long bio lab today. No sleep yesturday of course. There was also a Japanese presentation today. I heard what the people in the morning session were doing: Japanese anime characteristics, how to write a Japanese Pop songs. What was I planning to present? "A sociological comparison between the racism against African Americans in Japan compared to the United States."
Boy, I was worrying about the "dead audience", akin to dead silence except involving people sitting in front of you. My topic definitely seemed to serious. As I listened to the presentations before though, I became sort of reassured. The first was on this Japanese film, a classic in which a mountain thief rapes some's wife. Jesus, what's with morbid Japanese movies... The second presentation was on Japan's Self-Defense force and the deteriorating situation in Iraq. Haha, that was one on par with mine in terms of entertainment.
So anyways, the presentation went well. Much better than I expected. In fact, I think Kayama sensei was impressed, which of course is good.
Just now, performed in what must be the best jazz concert for me so far as a jazz musician. We communicated so much... I must thank chance for letting me play with such good people. It truly makes a difference. |
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| I am most certainly bipolar. |
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