Today was a pretty long day. Actually, it hasn't been over yet. I still have one more thing to do after I publish this entry. But I am taking a break, so you guys can have something to read.
(Haven't you noticed recently that I seem to have broken the fourth wall in my recent entries? In my older entries, I only write entries without considering the audience. But now, I ask questions, I seek opinions, I even acknowledge the presence of readers by endlines such as That's all folks and I hope YOU enjoyed my pictures among others. I wonder why but somehow I just felt like breaking the fourth wall.)
So, back to topic, that is, today being a long day. Well, I woke up at six i the morning by a call from my mother (Vienna is six hours ahead, so it was noon at her place when she called.). We chatted, then transferred the conversation from fiber optics to the net. She sent me pictures of their trip to Paris. Unfortunately, my Dad only took pictures with a single theme; my mom. In all the pictures so far, there hasn't been a single file without my mom exposing her perennial picture-perfect smile, rehearsed and time-tested. So much for art...
Anyway, that brightened my morning. I could see that they enjoyed Paris. The first shots were located in the Arc de Triomphe, and about 50 pictures were shot there, all including mom.
Back to me (it's my blog, remember?), I left home for school around 9 in the morning. I got the handouts for my morning TA class, and I did some reading in my office before I left for the classroom.
Something extraordinary happened to me in the morning. Extraordinary in the sense that it hasn't happened to me before. When I was going up from first floor to sixth floor in my building, the elevator stopped between the fourth and the fifth floor. And I was the only one inside. When the movement stopped, I waited for like thirty seconds, then since nothing was happening, I pressed the CALL button, and a guy answered. I told him my problem and my location, and in a split-second, my elevator was moving again.
Another happening was when I was in my TA class. A few minutes after the lecture started, the lights went flickering. It suddenly became as if we were in a nightclub. So I went to my department and asked the department secretary to call electrical, which she did. Then when I came back to the room, it stopped. When the electrical guy came, there was nothing he would still do, because it was back to normal. Was it because of the date? Is it some anniversary of some ancient Druidic rite that weird things are happening? I hope not.
So I attended both of my afternoon classes, and even though in one class I had bouts where I thought I was in the Bermuda triangle, everything seems to be fine still. My class end at five in the afternoon but I didn't leave for home until around 6:30, because I still read another article in my office.
When I came back, I changed clothes and ran at a nearby bike path for thirty minutes. It gives me a different feeling, after sweating things out. Perhaps that is the reason they call it runner's high.
So by eight in the evening, I was back home. I started cooking dinner. My roommate is upstairs, as usual, I believe he already ate his microwave dinner. I haven't seen him today so far. He always locks his room and only goes out when he needs to go to the bathroom.
The annoying thing about that is that sometimes he leaves things hanging. Like when he goes to the bathroom, he leaves the light on, and because of that, the exhaust is running, because the light and the exhaust has just one switch. He leaves the toilet seat up, and I definitely hate that. When he eats at the kitchen, where the microwave oven is, he leaves the table unwiped, and I can see his crumbs on the table. This lunchtime, when I came back from school for lunch, I saw the packaging of the microwave pizza that he just ate, still lying on the counter.
I hate to generalize, but why is it that this behavior I am seeing is so typical with Japanese males? Looking back, I could now see that the behavior of my contemporaries back then predicted this kind of behavior. They really need a wife to take care of them (Don't read this as sexism, I am just reporting my observations.). They actually have a matchmaking service to cater for the Japanese males who want a wife but are coward to date and maintain a relationship.
Seriously, in Japan, it is the women who make the first move. They approach the guys, and guys have the prerogative to accept or deny the girl. And girls are trained not just at home, but also in school, to do domestic work. Boys on the other hand are rarely trained to do so, even at home. All they do is play baseball or attend karate lessons. That's why they grow up, knowing nothing about how the stove operates, or how to cook rice without a rice cooker. I bought an iron when I came here, and I told him that he won't need to buy another, he could borrow mine, but so far, he hasn't used it yet. A person who doesn't iron one's own clothes? Unglaublich!
So I am predicting, that after my roommate is done with his master's degree here, he will go back to Japan, go back to his job (that's the arrangement, he told me), and work, until he feels it is time to settle down and have a regular female to spend the night with. He will thus approach a matchmaking service and find a suitable wife. If not, then he will remain single and seek the services of an adult entertainment agency and find high school girls willing to spend time with him in exchange of Gucci, Prada, Cartier, and other brand name items.