Archive for May, 2013


Today I went to my Aunt’s place for a family BBQ gathering. It was good to see family again after so long. My relatives asked me about my future plans and after explaining the technicalities of JET Program to them, I started to realize both how long and short 5 years really is. Apps come out right before I turn 21. Time’s rolling by faster than I ever thought it would.



Today I had my first final. It wasn’t exactly hard, but it required a lot of writing, which is always super tedious. Afterwards, I did some shooting with Sean and then had some shabu shabu to celebrate his graduation. Congrats bro!

I finally got around to scanning this roll I shot awhile back. This was the same day we went to the Winogrand exhibition at MoMA.


“What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song,
And I’ll try not to sing out of key”


Aside from working, I’ve been working on my translation project for the past couple days. I narrowed down an article I wanted to do, got the okay from my professor, and have done close to half of it so far. I’m pretty worried about the translation final, however. I haven’t even read the textbook (which I didn’t even think we needed to do) so I feel pretty behind. According to the grading breakdown, I can actually get a 50% on the final exam and still get a C in the class (as long as I get like at least a C on the translation project), but it’s still kind of stressful because I feel like more is expected of me because I’m actually Japanese haha.


Today was the last day of classes. It’s hard to believe that so much time has passed so quickly. All I have left to do is a translation project and two exams and a couple of short papers for my photography class.

Last night I had one of those dreams where you are hanging out with someone you really like. I remember the whole dream pretty vividly and despite the fact that it was totally banal (shopping, eating, walking down the street, driving, etc), I remember feeling super elated. Like nothing in the world could bring me down. Then I suddenly woke up to a stiff neck and full bladder.

Happy Thursday, everyone.


Here was the final edit for my short photo book project: Re:Birth (in my book, I had song lyrics that I would play when I was helping my grandmother eat, clean, etc etc but I chose not to put them all here as it would be a fucking mess). I got an A on this assignment, by the way. I hope that you guys can see what I was going for with the sequencing and whatnot. Anyways, it is based on the cycle of Life and Death. It starts with death and then shows a transition of the soul going to the afterlife (via train) and then eventually being reborn again. I guess I’m kind of fascinated by death. Not saying that I want to die, but I’m just fascinated by the concept of closing your eyes and not waking up. I mean, it’s kind of something I think we take for granted, but what if we didn’t wake up? Would we know? Would we be reborn? What would happen? I’m personally not religious in any way, shape, or form, but since I haven’t died, I can’t pass judgement on anyone’s opinions of what happens after death.. I mean how the fuck would I prove them wrong? I don’t think of death as a bad thing at all, by the way. Instead of being opposites, I look at it as a natural part of life. Not to say that it’s something to be celebrated, but ugh you know what I mean. Which reminds me, I remember watching some movie when I was 10 or so and being scared shitless at the concept of dying… Enough that I couldn’t eat my ice cream. But now my fear has turned into more of a curiosity because the one thing we know the least about the one thing we are certain of. After all, the only guarantee in life is death. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14


I’m sitting here writing this on Monday night since I don’t feel like working on my paper. Things are starting to get kind of overwhelming and I’m wondering if I can really do everything I intended to do. I was talking to a friend who was having issues regarding his life after college and began to ask myself, “Am I really qualified to tell this guy what is best when I don’t even know what I’m doing?” I do have a vague plan of action, but there are so many things that can go wrong and that can work against me that I don’t know what I would do should I fail. I’m kind of a control freak to a certain degree.. While I don’t like being in a position of leadership, I do like having control over what happens so when things fall outside my control, it bothers the fuck out of me. There are some people who get thrills out of scary movies because things pop out of them and because they don’t know what will happen next. I’m not one of those people. I need to know what happens next.