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First anime-con ever.

This will be the first anime convention I attend! I am hoping it won’t be full of otaku but my hopes aren’t that high. It will give me a reason to film or create something that everyone will enjoy.

They also have the Doki-Doki Cafe making it’s appearance at the convention. NOTE: Doki-doki is one of those sounds in Japan that represents an action. From what I was taught, it’s kind of like your heart when you get kissed for the first time by a girl/boy that you have been dating for 7 months. In this case, your heart is doki-doki, pumping faster than regular and not normal. By saying this, I have mixed more people up but good thing we have google!

“Doki doki” is a Japanese onomatopoeia for a rapidly beating heart, and it is commonly found in Japanese video game titles, carrying connotations of excitement and anxiety.

It’s supposed to be a play off of the Akihabara Maid cafes found in Japan. Many loser otaku go to these shops to get their daily dose of cleavage or cute sounding Japanese girls. I would say women but by the way they act, I would have to call them girls. ANIME WOMEN are girls. Seriously. Hopefully the girls aren’t as ugly as I hope they will be. Or else, the otaku won’t be able to control themselves.

Breaking faces

This post has nothing to do with breaking faces but mainly with a tooth breaking. I was eating something very hard and tough, as I bite into it, I heard a gentle pop. I thought to myself, “Hey, I tore this bone up!” And then, I glide my tongue over the 3 to last tooth on the right side of my mouth and to my surprise, I broke off a piece of my tooth. I wondered to myself how this could happen because I don’t have any serious cavities. All I have it too light cavities (thank you my silly child hood years). This was the sign to see my local dentist. I have an appointment for Tuesday but I have never felt such a pain in my mouth. It started off with my tooth itself and then soon made it’s way to my entire jaw. As the pain increased, I took more pain killers. I have never taken so many in my entire life. The pain got so bad that I caught myself giving out short shouts to try and handle the pain. I quickly asked father what should be done and he suggested purchasing some oralgel products and I quickly agreed. I sped to CVS and when I mean speed, I mean I have never pushed my new car so far. If it was a manual car, I would of drifted all the way to the store and all the way back home. It’s funny how pain makes you do things much quicker. I am use to pain but not in my mouth so this was the first time I have ever encountered such an issue. Even on a motorcycle, I would of tore up the Florida streets with my Japanese power house as if I was riding on an amazing German performance race track. I quickly reached the CVS and rushed back home to get my fix. After applying it to the tooth, it became very numb. It actually worked! I didn’t know it would take away most of the pain. Maybe some but not 90% of it. I still have that feeling in my mouth of discomfort, especially when I eat. I have an appointment soon to have it fixed so that will be one thing off of my check-list.

A night to KILL four: people

I am usually not to be the one found in night clubs at all. Night club’ers and I seem to have many differences. I now at times compare an American party to a Japanese party. I would fall into the ranks of enjoying a Japanese party more since there is food and drinks, and mainly hanging out.

For one, everyone in a club is usually looking to hook up with someone. I understand that you don’t have the ability to meet people in college because A) Your busy with many classes B) Your blind and can only see dead people C) Not in college! When you mix stupid people with alcohol, you get really stupid people. It annoys me because I am usually the person looking at the stupid person with eyes that could make a god bow. I never remember how much I hate it until I’m there but alas I had a close friend’s birthday party to attend and I didn’t think it would go this bad.

Let’s start the night off right. I have a dinner scheduled for 7:30PM and I am fashionably early so I wait for my other group members to arrive and we start dinner around 8PM. The dinner is great and we plan to check out a local Jamaican hang out across the street. Though none of us are Jamaican, one of the group members knows of the places around town and we visit a couple. The first one is occupied by older Jamaican people, around 30-40 I would say. No one my age so we visit another place. This place is an all out young people sausage fest and the bouncers ask us if we know what kind of club this is and we respond, “No!” He explains that it is college night and I would be the only person that would fit in. The group agrees and we stroll on to another place which seems pretty decent. It’s like a sit down restaurant with an in-door seating as well as out-door seating under a tent. The waitresses were extremely cute and I quickly fell for them. I’m a sucker when alcohol is in my system. So we all grab a seat and talk about some interesting topics; mainly news. I chose just to get punch because I knew I had to drive to the party and I am not fond of drinking and driving. At this time, it is 12AM and my friends birthday party started at 12AM. The group knows I have other arrangements but I stick it out due to the conversation being very interesting. We end up departing around 12:25 and I have no idea where I am thanks to the GPS directing me. So I jump in the automobile and speed racer my way to the party.

One thing that went great that night was the parking at the party. The first spot on the second floor was open so I didn’t have to go through a mission to find parking. I walk to the area outside of the club and my friend is waiting for me. He passes me a VIP pass and we walk to the front. TAKE NOTE: Maybe even a Death Note with these womens name on it. We were in like at 12:55AM. The bouncer insists that we let the women go first. To get in the bouncer checks I.D. and then you go to the lady to purchase your stamp that lets you into the club and then a guy takes that stamp and gives you a wrist band. All the women go by, he checks out I.D. and lets us through. We go to the women and show her our VIP passes and takes a good look at them and points out at they expire at 1AM. I check my phone and it is now 1:03AM. Are you serious? So I end up paying my way in and since it is my friends birthday, she lets him in. We go over to the VIP area and begin to drink: I chose to go light since I knew I would be there for a couple of hours before driving. One thing I have learned is that if you drink one beer, it usually takes an hour to get it out your system but I was dancing so I knew it would dissolve much sooner. The one thing I don’t like about VIP is that many women try to get into VIP with you even though you don’t know them. They may sit on the couch that you rented out and it’s like, “Excuse me. Do I know you? I don’t think you came with us, I mean, I think I would of saw you in one of the seats in MY car as we drove to the party.” But everyone in the club is an air-head. I wanted to tiger uppercut any one that wasn’t supposed to be in our area. So time goes on and another group of my pal’s friends arrive and hang out for about 30mins. After that they choose to go to another club.

He invites me to the other place and I agree to go. We drive to the other place and I park, praying no one scratches my car. I get out and this dumb ass in a bust Honda Civic almost hits my car when backing in. CAN YOU NOT SEE MY CAR? I get out and say, “HEY, YOUR ABOUT TO HIT MY CAR!” He waves and I shout to him, “STOP! I’LL HELP YOU BACK IN.” He stops and pulls up, I then direct him into the spot. This was my first close call of the night. I am not willing to sacrifice the paint job on my car for some dumb ass that probably doesn’t even have insurance. We walk into the place and it’s a piece of junk. When we enter it’s completely dead inside but as time goes by, it fills up quicly. At this time, it’s about 4:30AM and people are just arriving. I think in my mind what kind of people come out at 4:30AM? As more people arrive, I smell more marijuana smoke. I can’t take it and stand as far from the bathrooms as I can. We are there until about 5:30AM and depart. We walk to my car only to find it blocked in. A stupid driver parked right in the street of the little lot. He was some young, stupid Jamaican kid that thought he was god because he drove a Jaguar that probably wasn’t even his. He comes out cussing in Patwa and moves his car. I wanted to punch him due to his ignorance but what more can you expect? Your in a shitty area with shitty people. When people shit on you enough, your going to start acting pretty shitty. Behind my car is a Jeep parked about 5 inches away. I try to back out but fail so my friend directs me out. The lady of the Jeep comes out and ensures that I don’t hit her car. I would think she would pull her car up some so I could have more space but her brain cells don’t allow her to think that well. So after minutes of trying to find a way out I finally navigate my way through the shitty car lot and leave the area. I will never drive through that area again.

We then begin driving home and stop by McDonalds. The idiot at the register messes up our orders and doesn’t see his error. We explain to him the order for the third time and he finally understands us. We then drift our way to my friends house and eat before heading to my house. I say farewell to my friend and drive back home with the young lady. We have a discussion about relationships on the way home. I drop her off and pull into my drive way. As I walk in, my father is in the kitchen preparing his meal for lunch. He doesn’t say anything to me as I place everything I was carrying onto the Florida room table. I then quickly place my current wardrobe into the laundry basket due to the horrible smell that possessed it. I then plop onto my bed and regret what happened tonight. It was what some people would consider fun but in my case, I would consider it stress. I will never do it again.

Vacation: Fuuuuuuuuuu~

Just finished up on some reading. Kafka on the Shore is becoming very interesting. As you read, basically chapter to chapter, it portrays the lives of two people. Not seeing the office today it finally hit me that I was on Vacation! Many things to get accomplished in the morning. Pick-up the new plate for my car is the starting point of the morning. I’ll start on my room during the afternoon when I am finished with everything. Then I can start the tiling, Fuuuuuuuuu~

Suminasen; but you don’t understand

Life is supposed to be lived to the fullest. Many people in life never get to see the good side of living. For me, my otosan (father) and okasan (mother) worked very hard to give me a good life. They are not materialistic by far but my mother does hold class. As I think about growing older, I want to give the same to my children. At that time, I do think for my future and what I will become. Saying to myself only time will tell seems to push me into more doubt. If I set goals like I have been doing, better things are due in no time. This is a topic that has kept me from sleeping many nights and I just lay in bed with music blazing my headphones as I count and go through each and every thought that passes through my mind. I am thankful for the learning process my parents have put me through. My okasan (mother) was for my younger years, and my otosan (father) was for my adult years. My otosan (father) made me understand life and people. That you must follow your heart and at times, you must make the right decision to benefit you. Never put luxury before yourself since it is not needed. My okasan (mother) gave me the ability to love and fight for what I think is right. She showed me that as a child, I can always show my emotion or love for something and not be ashamed. Even in the hard times, my brothers always marked me as her favorite because there was a special bond between us. When she cried, I cried tears for her and tears that made me; us stronger. Now it is 2007 and I see in a room that is being remodeled by myself. When I was younger, I thought I would not make it to the age of 22. It’s a very silly thing to say but as a child I didn’t have high hopes. I lived day to day without planning what I did ahead. My otosan (father) would silently push me to do good and my okasan (mother) was always my main support. In school, I was higher than average and my okasan (mother) pushed me for gifted/honors. Cramming education into my head gave me more knowledge to understand what I was blinded by. I feel bad at times for my brothers, that they didn’t see what life truly was early enough. Everyone says keep your hopes high but what about other peoples hopes? How do you make them understand what it is to live? It is so much harder in this generation due to the corruption of everything. I want to be there but I can’t! I want my destiny to include everyone! Why don’t they understand this! Why must they be so selfish! I give you my all, and you give me a doubtful look! I am your brother, why can’t you listen to me! Why didn’t you listen to me — Life would of been so much easier. In my life, I don’t want to have regrets but not being to help is a regret that is very heavy on ones soul. When looked upon by my parents, I am always looked upon to do the right thing. They know in my books, failure is not a word or an option. I am that shining star that can make them feel proud again. I want to be that shining star. I must be that shining star!

To my family, to my friends, to my readers, Domo Arigato (Thank you very much) for being there for me. You are my energy to make my world keep spinning. Sorry for such a moving topic but some of my soul was released through my finger tips. Even if you don’t comment, I am thankful for you giving my article a glimpse.

Welcome home.

For some time, I haven’t had any free time. And if I did, it would include studying or reading. Many things have changed in my life since the last post so instead of trying to remember each thing in one single post, I shall write them post by post so I can think about one thing and only that thing instead of jumping from subject to subject. Many have seen that the original website www.stefmax.net has been taken over due to the hosting company not keeping my domain. I am hosted by 1and1 but the domain www.stefmax.net was purchased through godaddy (huge mistake). Since I registered the new domain through 1and1 now, they automatically charge my account when the domain is about to expire. This saves many people from losing their domain name and having to purchase another one. I hope people who visited find the new site and ignore the old one.

She’s on your mind

Up late once again, but I feel the need for sleep slowly attacking my eyes. I am back on track with my sleep but I took a nap earlier today so I am not too tired. Life has been quite sweet. The field of work has been great though with budgets we seem to be somewhat lacking. Not because we are not selling but there is no one to sell to but that can not be used as an excuse. You can sell something to someone; something they don’t want but something they need. That’s a real salesman. I met this awesome girl in my Sociology class and we began to talk. We have yet to hang out yet so I don’t know what she’s fully like. A date is scheduled for tonight so I hope all goes well. I am back to being a book worm at school but I try to make time for the things I want to do.

“Let’s sing this love song together.”