Why did I choose Japanese? The Daniel is Korean-american. I only know three words in korean, and those are the equivalents of 'yes', 'hello', and 'do you want to die?'. When I know enough jap to speak to an actual human, I suppose I could go look up Mr. Miyagi. Konnichi-wa, Miyagi-san! Byoin wa doko desu ka? I just asked him where the hospital is. Should come in handy when I break my neck after he teaches me karate.
The title above means I'm happy. And why is that? Item one - I may have finally found a product to reduce the scary blotches on my face (kao); a soap (sekken) of apoplexy-inducing cost that is supposed to be composed of various lipids which I presumably lack, hence my tendency to blow up like a mutant strawberry whenever I am exposed to freezing wind (as in the case of the Melbourne sojourn) or saltwater (Boracay 2007: pox monster rises out of the sea and terrorizes villagers of Station 2). Item 2 - I opened my email today and got a lovely new translation job to do. It keeps me busy, exercises my aging brain, and puts a little extra in the kitty. Plus I can do the work in my pajamas. Aaaah daisuki desuyo.
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