Nihongo Ji 日本語 時

I can’t pinpoint an exact time in my life when I fell in love with all things pertaining to Japan. I just know that, like falling in love, it hit me hard and strong. It’s been a long-lasting love (more so than with anything else I’ve ever cared about).

My original plan (high school self) was to go to university, learn about Japan and other Asian cultures, learn the language, and move there to do …anything really, someday. So, in my final year, when the time came to send out university and college applications, what did I do? I applied to psychology and musical theatre programs. Naturally.  *SMH* I don’t know!

And as it turned out, I withdrew even those applications and moved back in with my parents (who had left me to finish high school while living at a friend’s house for the last few months) and applied to the closest community college there to take Early Childhood Education – which I subsequently dropped out of after the first semester. This was in Winnipeg. The two universities there didn’t have East Asian Studies anyway (although I could have taken at least Japanese language courses at U of M). Yep. When I was young, I was a bit of an idiot.

So, I ended up working full time in retail and after two years, moved back to Ontario working for the same company. I’ve said this a million times – retail slowly sucks out your soul. Terrible job for me. And yet I kept doing it for eight years! But, somewhere around halfway through that purgatory, I decided I was going to take a few non-credit classes at U of T, just for fun and to at least dabble in my passion. Over the next few years, I took Level 1 & 2 Cantonese (the closest version of Chinese spoken by my husband’s family), attempted Mandarin (but dropped that one – hard!), and Level 1 Japanese. Loved it!

At one point, things came to a head at work. I needed to decide whether I would either go into managing or take a step back and go back to school to, once again, attempt pursuing this dream I had. (Although, at that point, it wasn’t in the hopes of moving to Japan. I was already married and it wasn’t an option. I figured, best case, I could work for a company in some sort of cultural relations position or whatever. I’d figure it out after graduating.) The decision wasn’t too hard. So, as a “mature student” (not right out of high school), I had to take a so-called bridging course (I went with English Lit.) before I could start. I almost failed that course (Homework and I were not well-acquainted at that time.), but afterwards, I registered to take the prerequisite first year EAS course.

University of Toronto makes you take a general first year before you declare a major, even if you know what you want to do. In order to do an EAS major, minor or specialist degree, you have to have taken the first year EAS culture & history class and first year of the language you plan to take all four years (Japanese, Mandarin or Korean). Japanese is an insanely popular course to take. It’s not just students who wish to do EAS. The requirements for any degree at U of T is 1 course in humanities, 1 in social science, and 1 in science. (I think there are more specifics, but I forget now.) Therefore, for instance, a lot of Science kids will take a random humanities class. There are kids from every single program trajectory in first year Japanese. Competition is steep and registering is based on luck. You need to get it before someone else takes your spot. Needless to say, I didn’t get in that time.

I tried again several months later to get into the summer school course, and I think I was only the waiting list or something. I went to the first few classes. At this point I can’t remember what happened with me personally but I just stopped going.  :/

Anyway, I killed it in that culture and history class. I got a really good mark. That bolstered my confidence to try again the next year for Japanese and maybe another first year class to cross off my list. I was working full time when I took the one course. It was hard. I’m not good at splitting my concentration between work and school, so for the next year, I quit working. I was one of the lucky ones and got in (after explaining myself for quitting during the summer and apologizing for that and proving I didn’t know too much already) and also decided to get my social science out of the way and picked Anthropology. (I couldn’t take any more EAS specific courses until second year.)

*sigh*

I did not do so well. At first, I was on top of things, understanding everything, even helping out fellow classmates who were having trouble. This was bound to happen since I had pretty much taken the beginning of the class twice already. Of course, it didn’t last. Also, the way it’s structured is that there is a lecture class on Mondays with the entire body of first year students taking the course and then you have tutorial section classes on Tuesday-Fridays. I do not live in Toronto. Most kids would live on campus (especially in first year) since it’s a big school people from all over Canada and the rest of the world go there. The few people I knew of who didn’t live downtown drove in. I also don’t drive. I had to take public transit everyday. An hour and a half each way. Bus, then commuter bus or train, then subway. It’s no excuse really because I knew what I was getting in to, but… my attendance dwindled more and more as the year went on. I missed a few classes. And the material obviously got exponentially harder. As it turned out, for my three-hour final exam, I spent 60% of it just sitting in my seat, crying. I failed the exam. I barely passed the class. I didn’t get a high enough mark to continue with second year Japanese.

Now, at that point, I COULD have studied my ass off through the summer, got a tutor, whatever, and then taken a placement test to prove I could move on… but instead, I dropped out. Again. I no longer had the “stupid in my youth” excuse anymore. I was already 28 then. I should have made better choices. I should have focused on the fact that this is what I had always wanted to do.  I… did not.

Fast forward several more years of ‘wasting time’. I went back to school – community college this time – and finished my ECE diploma I had dropped out of right out of high school. I actually put in some hard work. I went to every class (exception of some necessary vacations) and handed in every single assignment on time. I kicked ass. I graduated with high honours and went to Hong Kong for a special work placement experience. So, maybe now I was being an “adult”?

But maybe not. I proved to myself I could stick with something for at least 2 years, do my homework consistently, and finish with good marks, but I didn’t end up doing anything with it and went right back to doing nothing. I don’t have much passion for childcare. I knew that while I was in school for it, but I really did enjoy the child development aspect of it. Unfortunately, with just an ECE diploma, you are limited to careers in childcare. You can continue schooling to move on, as many of my classmates did, but I didn’t. Not really what I want to do. I’ve always known what I wanted to do and where my passion lies… But I felt defeated when I came back from Hong Kong. That was almost 3 years ago now and I have pretty much just sat on my butt since then. (Well, I’ve done stuff, but nothing of note, forward momentum wise.)

On to the actual point of this extremely long rambling post… (sorrynotsorry)

Last month, I was sitting around, being bored, like always and thought ‘I should take a Japanese class, just for something to do’. I went online and noticed that Level 2 of that original class I had taken way back in 2004 or whenever it was, was starting January 18th. The courses are offered through U of T Continuing Education (non-credit courses for adults looking to keep their skills up to date in a variety of things, mostly) and are held once a week for 10 weeks. I talked Hubby into footing the bill for me (unemployed for the last five years, remember?) and signed up.

What I had in the back of my mind was that maybe I could re-learn what I had failed to retain during first year Japanese and get back into university after completing a few of these levels. Or I could get a recommendation from the teacher of where I could find a good tutor. Or something. So I went to the first class with this notion. This is my goal.

The problem with this goal is that I am not working and have no money. Hubby pays for everything in our relationship. I don’t want him paying for my schooling – not to mention, neither does he. My parents used to pay for any education I wanted to take, as they did with my siblings, but after a lump sum I used to finish up ECE, I was cut off. I AM an adult, after all. Quite capable of working to make my own money for such things…  (I have decided the toss up of money for my sanity and mental health isn’t worth it. I am not going to do something I despise just to be able to afford something else. I’d still rather do nothing and be bored and soul-sick than exhausted, miserable and soulless.) For now, this problem is on the back burner. I’ll figure it out when I get there.

New goal: getting there.

I spent about 5 minutes in the Level 2 class while the teacher went around to the students she didn’t know and hadn’t come fresh from Level 1 in December and asked about their background. She handed out a short quiz to accompany this inquiry. She took a quick glance at my paper while I told her about taking first year several years ago and not doing well. She said, “you should probably go up to Level 3. This is going to be too easy for you.” A few more students were sent along with me down the hall to the Level 3 class (two of which were immediately sent on to Level 4. LOL.). I laughed when I realized this new teacher was the same lady I had so many years ago for Level 1.

We started right in. Again, most of the students had just come from Level 2. Some aspects were easy enough. Katakana comes back pretty quickly. I recognized most of the vocabulary. But the grammar point of the first lesson was て-form verb conjugation. I had forgotten everything! It was like new information. And out of the 50 or so verbs used on the various worksheets she handed out, only 1 was something I had never learned but only 15 of them I actually recognized. I have a LOT of studying to do to catch up. This was supposed to be a refresher to me! Not so hard right off the bat. But, since the courses are about $500 each, I couldn’t justify staying in Level 2 just to be comfortable. I guess if I’m going to reach this lifelong goal of mine, I have to start with the hard work right away.

I fully expect to lose sight of this dream again like I have so many times in my life already. But THIS is what I want to do. I want to learn Japanese. I want to go back to school and continue with EAS, learning about all the things that fascinate me. I have no idea exactly what I would ultimately do with that, but at this point, it doesn’t matter. I can figure that out. (And Hubby has hinted that the possibility of both of us moving to Japan together is not completely off the table.) The point is that THIS is what I’m passionate about. It doesn’t make sense for there to be an opportunity out there for me to immerse myself in it and NOT do it.

Hence~ this blog post. These long ones, as I’m sure anyone who actually takes time to read them (no one? LOL.) would realize, are not for my potential readers’ entertainment. (Not saying that you shouldn’t read this. Just that I don’t blame you if you find it boring and don’t bother.) This is for me. I may need to reread this multiple times along the way to remember. I’m back on track working towards something I want and something I love.

Stay on target.

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Snippet

“Ugh. Can you just, like… STOP … being so fucking good looking?”

He gave me an incredulous half smile and shook his head.

“I’m not. It’s just your skewed perception.”

I stared back at him, scepticism falling away to practised deadpan.

“50 million Elvis fan can’t be wrong.”

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So Watcha Doin’ Today?

Something I was just thinking about: Life is better when we live it with purpose. Since I’m unemployed and don’t do much, there are days when I wake up and lie in bed for several hours, then move down to the couch or the computer and continue to sit around, not really doing anything. Nothing productive anyway. These days… aren’t so great. I end up feeling icky for being such a sloth and guilty for being so lazy. Doesn’t stop me from doing it again though. It’s like going to McDonald’s and eating a bunch of fries. You know you’re going to feel sick afterwards but you do it anyway. And you feel sick and regret it. And do it again the next chance you get. (Or is this just me and other slobby, disgusting people? LOL.)

Then there are the days that I make a plan. Depending on how I’m feeling physically and emotionally, it might not be an impressive list, but at least one or two things I want to get done. It could be some house-related tasks – cleaning, laundry, etc. – or could be something more “fun” like working on one of the many on-going projects I have. At the end of those days, when I have made a plan, followed through, and completed a task, I feel a sense of accomplishment.

Another point I thought of was that not everything we need to get done in life can be fun. Sometimes when you ask someone what they’ve got planned for the day, they rattle off a list of things that are anything but fun. That’s life, right? Even in my existence of plenty and freedom, not everything I end up doing is fun, but this just makes me appreciate the times where we do something really enjoyable even more. People always assume that living like I’m on vacation all the time must be awesome. It’s not so much when it’s all there is. It’s the break in routine that is nice.  And accomplishing those mundane tasks with purpose is more fulfilling that just lounging around in vacation mode, day in and day out.

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Super Understanding

I finally know what I would choose as my superpower. You know, people ask that question sometimes. If you had a superpower, what would it be? Or what would you want it to be? Super speed. Strength. Telekinesis. Etc. Just think of the X-Men and pick one from there. Or, hey, the ‘talented’ Twilight vampires. I’ve thought about this from time to time. None of these typical super abilities held that much of a draw for me. Sure, a lot of them would be cool. But if I had just that one chance to pick my own ability, what would it be?

I’ve decided. I would like to be able to inhabit the body and minds of others. Not to take over. Just to observe. Purely scientific, of course. I have no desire to control anyone or manipulate people to do what I want. I just want to obtain absolute understanding.

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I don’t mean read thoughts either. That connotes staying put and having the words or images transceived to me. I want to leave my body and insert my conscious understanding into another’s perception.

Even with that power, there are still limitations to understanding. You need frame of reference. Knowledge of every thought and feeling that was had based on experience up to that point. Which once again brings me back to my previous notion that no one can ever fully understand another person.

That’s as close as it gets, I guess.

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Illusion of Truth

There is no such thing as truth and lies. A person can “tell the truth” or “tell a lie” but it’s meaningless.

In grade school, we were taught about the difference between fact and opinion. A fact is something that is and an opinion is how someone feels about something. A fact is universal but an opinion is personal, individual.

There was no such distinction made for true and false. It’s much less concrete. And ‘truth’ embodies ‘fact’. Truth is based on perception and each person’s perception is unique and cannot be fathomed, or therefore measured, by another person.

Fact: the sky is blue. Sure. Unless you consider that it may appear pink or yellow or green to someone else looking at the very same sky. Same moment, same vantage point. Our eyes are different.

And I keep coming back to this same thought I had as a child, being taught this fact bullshit in school. I say the sky is blue (in general) and so do you. We might be seeing two totally different colours but were taught that the hue we saw is called blue. If I left my body and entered yours, maybe your blue is my red. There is no way of knowing what another person perceives. The same goes for truth. What you know to be true, I may know differently.

…This is making my head hurt. I knew where I was going before, but now I’m lost.

How confusing then that truth is not only fluid from person to person but from time to time within one person. “It was true at the time…”

It doesn’t exist.

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Update (sort of): Imagine my surprise when, over six months after writing this post, I stumble across this video which basically says THE EXACT SAME THING I have been saying since I was a child in regards to the personal differences in perception of the same colour. I have literally been trying for years to explain this to many different people and no one seemed to get what I was saying. All of a sudden, I hear someone else’s words explaining the same thought. I was so excited! And it was actually an accident that I came across the video at all. I was searching for information about synesthesia and this was in the ‘up next recommendations’ side bar. Awesome.

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Homophones PSA

We’ve all seen the there/their/they’re and to/two/too rants. Improper grammar is annoying and I frequently rant about these types of mistakes myself. I thought I would share some of my ‘favourites’.

peek/peak/pique
peek – to sneakily look at something
peak – the highest point
pique – to stir up or start a feeling
Taking a peek at the peak of mount Kilimanjaro may pique your curiosity.

lightning/lightening/lighting
lightning – that bright flashy stuff in the sky during a storm
lightening – getting brighter
lighting – means of making a space brighter
The lightning flashed, lighting up the room and lightening my mood.

who’s/whose
who’s – contraction of ‘who is’
whose – belonging to who
Who’s going to tell you whose turn it is?

bear/bare
bear – a large hibernating mammal (n.) OR shouldering a burden (v.)
bare – not clothed or hidden
Some people can’t bear being bare naked.

than/then
than – a comparison
then – a time
I was never angrier than I was then.

ya, yeah, yea, yay
ya – shortened slang of ‘you’
yeah – an agreement
yea – a vote in favour of
yay – exclamation of excitement
Yay! Yeah, I vote yea, ya know?

words people say that don’t exist:
coversate – you mean converse
orientate – you mean orient
presentate – you mean present
idention – you mean indentation
addicting (exists but used improperly) – 9 times out of 10, you mean addictive

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Irony – This graphic contains grammatical errors. (The punctuation should be outside the quotation marks.)

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My Self

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I am fascinated by the concept of self. Or a soul. As in vs. the ego and such. I ponder the question, where does your soul reside? When I think of “I”, my thoughts appear behind my eyes. My brain, then? I close my eyes and sense myself as a consciousness up in my head. I’ve tried to move it. Could ‘I’ be in my heart? Or my feet? My legs, my arms, my hands, my back? Can I face another direction? I never realized my sense of self was so tied to just that one sense. Still with my eyes closed, I tried to sense me in my ears. It’s a strange concept to grapple with.

Just like how language shapes our sense of self, so do our senses.

I am so curious about people who are blind or deaf from birth. How is their self perceived? Is it different? Is it still in that spot? What about people with impairments in the other senses? Do they experience a difference in self? This seems stupid. If I had no taste, I would still feel me as I do now. Right? …But would I?

If I focus on touch, I can ALMOST perceive myself away from that space in my brain. But it slips back. I feel all over my body. I can sense my body and the points of contact it makes with whatever I am touching. But it’s still my brain that processes the sensation. ‘I’ am still firmly rooted up here.

It’s clear my ego is very much in the forefront of my thought-producing organ. So where is my soul? Without my thoughts, where am I?

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Nothing

Some days are bad. Some days are okay. Somedays are just nothing.

These are the ones that are hardest to deal with. I’m so bored don’t want to do anything. I have no interest in TV, reading, seeing or speaking to other people, any of the things I normally do to fill my time. I’m ansty about what to do with myself. I usually can’t just sleep it off because, most likely, I’ve already been asleep for double the amount of time of a ‘normal’ person.

Nothing means anything. Life is pointless and stupid and I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t care about myself or anyone else. There is no hope. Nothing will ever get any better. Life, unappealing and uninteresting, stretches out in front of me like a sentence in Hell.

These thoughts cycle through my head over and over to the point where I feel psychotic. I hate days like this.

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The Dead Man’s Float

I’ve been living with a somewhat mildish depression for several months now. It’s always been off and on for many, many years (if not my entire life). This time around, I’m not saying ‘struggling with’ because, I guess due to the perceived degree of it, it’s not winning just now. It’s just as heavy as it’s ever been – like a thick, wet blanket I can’t throw off – but maybe because it’s no longer a surprise to me when it sneaks up and then sticks around, or it’s no longer a new thing, I feel more… resigned to it, I think. Like, it’s something that’s just there so it’s not so much a fight. It used to feel like a horrible injustice. Like, ‘how dare you do this to me?!’ Now it’s just like, ‘oh, it’s you again’.

I’ll wait it through. I always do. But life does feel pretty sucky right now, even though there is absolutely nothing wrong, and it makes getting up off my ass and making the positive changes I want to see next to impossible.

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Forgotten

It’s so strange how I have no physical memories from high school. I can’t remember being in my body. Not one.

I can’t feel myself touch anything, hear myself say any words, see anything I looked at, recall any thoughts or feelings at one point in time.

Anything I do remember is like it was a book I read. It happened to someone else.

How strange.

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