Limbo has never been so uncomfortable – Japan Odyssey, Part 1

November 22, 2006

Arriving in Sydney, I was immediately met by a wall of hot, humid air. I beg the question… have you not heard of a air conditioner?

Alas, next to this free internet station I am using is the Qantas Club… behind the glass door is the proverbial oasis, fill to the brim with cool refreshing air, and it is out of grasp. The thought of barging through the class doors to my sanctuary has crossed my mind at least ten times since I started writing this update…. make that eleven.

Besides the unbearable heat, everything else is going to plan. Next step… a plane to Tokyo for some serious drifting.

Next post will be from the land of the emperor’s finests.

14 or so hours to go.

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Return of the Mac… and G-MEKS?

November 9, 2006

Once again.

The relative uneventfulness of my life is what I would like to blame for me not recently updating this page. However, I can now reveal to you that giant man eating Kiwis, or ‘G-MEKS’, not to be mistaken for ‘G-Life’, pecked me to near death. I have only but today recovered enough that the motor skills necessary for updating such fine internets have finally returned. 大変お待たせ致しました。

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If I had known that ECON314- Game theory, and MOFI301 were in fact ‘G-MEKS’ in disguise, I would have steered well clear, with my pride and motor skills in tact. But enough of that, I shall update you on the going ons of my life.

I like to think that the constant theme that has run through the last semester of this year has been ‘quality’. The motif has shown itself in numerous aspects of my life this second half of the year, none more so than in the food and beverages section. It first started at these two lads birthday party.

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To one Mark Holden’s recommendation, Zibbibo was to be the place where we were to ‘party up large’. Showing restraint at all times of course, he said. This proved to be more difficult for some. As I enjoyed my rare Steak, which is coincidentally how I like my horse, and enjoyed an ample sip of a quality french red, I thought of the discussion us lads had had prior to our diner arrangements. Another quality establishment, conveniently located across the road, which I believe was no coincidence in Mark’s decision to feast at Zibbibo, was to be our next destination. We headed towards the lady in the bright neon lights.

Santa Fe was where, if lucky, one could sample or even partake in the entertainment. *Note: Here when I refer to luck, I refer to the ammount of Sante Fe bills in front of you. It did not take long before the Russian model, who stole my Islands north of Hokkaido, was forced invited onto the stage. After Ivan got to see where many, I can only postulate, have seen, in an almost knee-jerk reaction, some ‘cashed-in’ or stocked up on their ‘Luck’. It was not long before as touched on before, showing restraint proved to be more difficult for some. I believe it may have been after the fine young lass, who captured perfectly my mindstate at the time said ‘you guys look scared’, crawled by in front of me. The whole time maintianing grace, ofcourse. As she made her way down towards Texas’ end, (the man involved sadly, was granted interim name suppression and will be referred to as ‘Texas) to me and Tom’s utter disbelief, almost in slow motion we see the extended ‘paw’ of Texas hoping to land its prey. The lass however was alert to this. Astute to the fact that there wasn’t even one bill in his outstretched paw, she retreated. Almost as if she was some kind of pro, and got this all the time. Who would have guessed?

I shoud add moments into the ‘quality list’. Another such qualiy moment came the night I celebrated another friend’s birthday. That night, after a bottle and a half of good wine and great chinese cuisine, the celebration train made its next stop at the yakitori bar. Two further plum wines were followed by two glasses of sake. Well inebriated, and wanting more, we were all aboard and heading for Vespa, one of my favourite bars in Wellington. After two caiphirnhas, something was still missing. Not necessarily a drink with a high alcohol percentage as I was passed cooked and now burning, but something to cap things off. Yes that’s right fans, it was time for Laphroaig. All the way from the Isle of Islay to my welcoming hand, it’s warmth surrounded me, and didn’t let go. In a bubble of malty goodness, I took the now half asleep birthday boy back to his apartment. One phone call later and I was back on my way into the middle of town. After rendezvouing at a place I had told myself I would never go back to, with the help of Tom, the novelty dances were brought out for all of our adoring fans. From the reversal of a car to the heart surgeon. In a moment of brilliance laced with many types of liquor, my necktie was off and rotating at high speeds above my head. Then, at the precise moment it was thrown lasso style over an unsuspecting lass. Though struggling to breath, I could see her astonishment, wonder and pleasure. Thank you Laphroaig, you are no doubt at heart a lassoer yourself
Once again my sincere apologies for the Giant man eating kiwis that have kept me from such quality posts as this one. Though I can see with only 15 days until I’m back in the land of the emperor’s finests, there will be many a post to come.

Also I am learning of my super hero powers, albeit little by little…

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From my Ureter to Ohope and back

August 30, 2006

Some of you may remember last year in November me being carried in a stretcher from my dorm room to an awaiting ambulence. A swollen Kidney thanks to an abnormality where my ureter connected delicately to my right kidney was to blame. My only respite from the mostly depressing and mundane time in hospital were the cute nurses taking my blood temperature or sometimes just my blood with a little bit of ‘yes this is my right breast I am pushing against your raised hand’, fantastic.

This abstruction of sorts was corrected with surgury two months or so ago now. Alas, much was lacking in the cute nurse department over here in NZ, though ones with obstructions around where the ureter and kidney meet can’t be beggars right?

Around five weeks after the surgery, an appointed was made to have the preverbial and delictable cheery on top final procedure performed. Being, still to this present day, mentally scared by the happenings of the procedure and unable to explain in anymore detail, I leave you all to read more here. Below is the ureteric stent that was removed, it sits proudly next to my laptop. Conveniently, the surgery fell in the winter holidays, with much rest and recouperation centered around the playstation2.

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Back in top shape, and with a better ureter than ever, I returned to university and thestart of a new semester. As soon as I stepped into game thoery on the first day back and the first bacth of ink hit the refil, I wanted out. Thankfully, one mister Thomas Fanning had a grand idea to escape the study and especially the shitty weather by heading up North. And so we did. Last Monday the quest for Ohope began. At our second stop, Taupo ( pronounced toe-paw), I decided a little hole-in-one golf challenge was in order. Decked out in my dog suit, Pepe Lopez took up the challenge…LOOK OUT TIGER!

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One of NZ’s best holiday destinations, Ohope offers spectacular waves, sun, sand and bitches…apparently. ‘Awesome!’ i hear you people north of the equator saying, please keep in mind down this half of world it’s winter. The water was cold, possibly the reason why I am nursing a cold right now, but more importantly bathing in the Bay of Plenty was all part of the self purification process for our battered and worn city bodies. We did have immaculate weather to whole time up there, minimal wind if any, and great talks over good alcohol and epic games of risk. We returned to Wellington renewed, refreshed and cleansed.

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We did meet an interesting character, her name was Ivanka, apparently a mail order bride from the motherland that is Russia.

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84 days till I’m back in the land of the emperor’s finests.


I’d like you to meet…

July 18, 2006

Me.

Thats Chris Suzuki to you.

I should be reading up on Capital Structure and Budgeting for my Corporate Finance course, but alas, nostalgic fragrances such as 味わいカルピスフルーツ・オレー and other such thoughts of rental cars (yea yea yeah~) have brought me to internet.

To the ones I love in New Zealand, and to YHM, this one is for you…

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128 days until I’m back in the land of the emperor’s finests.