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    April 27

    Norwich Microwave Project

    Just a brief feed-back of a tip from Sky news,,,,,,,Norwich has become the first city in Britain with free Wi-Fi networking around city centre. According to the report, 'students will benefit for their studying' which is completely untrue. As everyone knows, what happens is that the increase in face-booking time and the accessalation in the access of some one of these movies including South Park, Family Guy or the Simpsons. Anyway, from now one we are all on the same boat with massive radiation,,,,,,,although I personally have been cooked by radiation for quite large part of my life.looool
    April 15

    第二次复活节暇期终了,,,,

    英国来后第二次复活节过了。 在樱花满开的时候,我想到过年的故事。 过年三月初我生才过了中文。 (如何写了秘密!) 八月在名古屋上过了中文课学习说汉语。 今年二月以后我朋友在教我声调。 但是,我学习很慢。 不但我的记忆坏,而但因为是懒汉,学习不迸展。 不好意思呀。 在暇期底,我决心了再努力学习中文比实际的理由及非实际的理由。 其实现在中文能说的人材有利工作,并且能用你们的语言逗你们笑是乐趣,,,呵呵。 (当然,你们用日文逗我笑也是乐趣。) 我知道是很奇怪的文章,可以没有意思的。 不过,请你们别怎么着轻视,所以这是也学习一重要部分的!! My second Easter in England has finished. Surrounded by cherry blossoms in full bloom, I am rememberring last Easter. At the beginning of March in last year, I wrote in Chinese for the first time in my life. (I have no way to tell you what I wrote,,,,,many apologoes,,,,haha!) In August, I took some private lessens of Chinese conversation in my hometown. From this Feburary on, one of my friends kindly has been correcting my terrible Chinese pronunciation. However, I don't seem to be a quick learner. Not only with my dawnting memory, but also with my sloth-like laziness, only a little improvement has made. It's a shame. At the end of Easter break, so, I resolved to study the language a bit more harder with a practical reason and not practical reason. Actually, I could have a certain advantage for business by learning Chinese, besides I believe it's nice if I make you Chinese speakers laugh in Chinese!!(Of course it also would be nice if you can make me laugh in Japanese,,,,lol) I know the Chinese sentenses I composed are crap.(so does my English,,,,) But, you can't laugh at me,,,,,,as it's an important part of my learning process!
    April 09

    A Survival Record 2 Amsterdam to Brussells

    While I was waiting my lamb chops, I heard a diner on the corner table and a waiter started arguing. The whole point seemed to be the waiter wanted the customer to move out his place so that they can rearrange the table and have a group of customers waiting outside come in. The deal was a free glass of wine for him, and the diner moved on to the table just next to mine. As I had noticed, he seemed to be quite drunkun, and expectedly, he talked to me. These kind of conversation always start with a stereotypic question;where are you from? This time however, I did not have a clear answer since even I am from Japan, I came from UK. But this is also as ususal, he did not seem to be interested in my answer and wanted to talk about himself. He explained that he is an IT consultant who was on the way back to US after a 3-week business in Denmark. What we talked about was the non-sense hypocratic hope about world politics on which I've wasted considerable part of my life time. Yet, I have to admit that conversation made my dinner with the tough, tasteless lamb chop better than eating alone.
     
    After the dinner before going back to the hotel, I wanted to see around the night view of the city a bit more. As I walked along the canal, I came across the red light district with the 'showing windows'. It was nothing like the 'red light district' I had expected. First of all, there was a jam of tourists which made the tiny avenue more congested than the main street. And the lights are rather chemical pink than warning red. Any kind of 'beauties' (including a chabby, Tina Turner-like middle aged prostitute) were stearing at the avenue with hollow eyes. They seemed to be just waiting but not looking for someone. Nonetheless, some 'brave'( shameless indeed) guys went close to the windows and started negotiating. Other tourists, including girls and children were looking at them and teasing with a grin,,,,,,,that may be the way it is; obscenity is a comedy yet the main part of human exsistence at the end. I fancied the idea of spending some time in 'cofee shops' on the street a bit, but that night I felt too tired to keep the excitement. Then, going back to hotel and dived on the bed after a hot shower.
     
    The next morning was a beautiful morning. After I had given up of having breakfast in the crowded hotel cafeteria, I went back to the city centre. The place I settled with a cup of esspresso and Dutch pancake was a restaurant with a quiet cat. For the apple and bacon pancake, both golden syrup and powder sugar were too sweet. So I chosed maple syrup with a hint of bitterness. Eating and looking outside the window, I enjoyed the a moment in such a sunny morning; everyone walks lively to somewhere knowing only to get tired till dull evening. All oriental people on the street looked at me curiously in turn. A couple even came close to the cafe after they noticed me. I swear they were Japanese who were looking for a 'safe' place to have breakfast. And I was finishing the big sheet of flour. Leaving 10 bill on the table, I went out the cafe.
     
    Anne Frank Huis was one of few distinations on the list beforehand, but the cueue was long enough to make my plan changed. Then, I left the place and started looking for the direction of museums. It was Sunday. Streets and cofee shops  had already been full of people by 11 am. When I arrived at the Royal Museum of Masterpieces, the cueue had come out from the entrance. Yet I was patient enough this time as I was ready to see the Night Watch at any rate.
    The painting which atracted me the best was however another Rembrant but not night watch. I found the portrate of the Bank guild members as almost as real as the jacket photo of John Coltrane Culted. Contrary, I could hardly find anything interesting in Van Goch Museum except the self-portrate of Jan Toorop, who painted one of my favorite 'the fate'. Not only Jan Toorop, Malaya culture is one of the hidden components of the city. I had never visited a European city with so many Indnesyan and Malaysian restaurants. Naturally, then I chose an Indnesyan restaurant to have lunch. Nasi Goren was much better than I expected and much more than I expected. Till rate, I could not feel any hunger so I bought a tiny bottle of vacaldy with sesami crackers and cut pineapples. With a hint of dizziness and more digust with the anmonian smell of 'ice', I went back to my room. It was almost 11 o'clock. After packing dirty close, I fell asleep with turning a tv drama about Tibetian locals on.
     
    The 3rd day was another beautiful day. Returning my card key and getting on the trum to the central station. The train to Brussells was already waiting at platform. The train crosses fields with brooming flowers and windmills, and creaks. In a few hours, I would be arriving Brussells.
    April 08

    A Survival Record 1 Harwich to Amsterdam

    Only 5 days before the departure, I decided my journey plan to the continent. Thanks to the pretty inconvenient time table of my final exam and extra lectures, I could not book any cheap flight before hand. What I had tried to do was then enjoying a slow journey by using alternative transports,,,,,,,,so my first destination was set on Harwich International Port where there is a dairy ferry service to Hoek van Holland. I had been interested in the view of meadews from great eastern train around Harwich and the sight of the town actually was quite nice. If I had had a time to see around the little port town, it would have been nice,,,,,,however, the train station is connected directly to the international port, and after a very simple passport control, I could board onto the Stena ferry. To my surprise, there were a lot more passengers than I had expected besides pssengers with normal ticket had to find any place to stay inside the canteen. Some unlucky people could not find their seats and had stay at aisles instead. I was a regular passenger ofcourse,but at least a lucky sort; I found a seat on the corner and start reading with a cup of esspresso and a glass of brandy. The crew were all friendly and hardworking (not surprisingly, I found that most of them were Dutch guys!) and the free movie service was unexpected merit. However, I have to admit the 7 hours voyage with a bunch of lads ran around me yelling was more than enough to make me exhausted. In addition, the heavy wind did not allow me to enjoy the ocean view from the top deck. In event, only those short tories were my company to my next destination, Hoek van Holland. At Hoek van Holland, I noticed 2 things;1, the train sevice to Amstredam is much more frequent and convenient than my anticipation, 2, I can use only coins to buy a ticket. There was no currency exchange, but only a tiny diner which served local sea foods with chips and canned soda. And the attempt of other passengers to communicate with the owner in English seemed to end up in vain. So I decided to go back to the port and ask the ticket office to break my bank note. Fortunately, my strategy worked well, albeit too well to be asked by another passenger how to get coins, and keep my eyes on his luggage while he went to break his money ( I'd better learn how to say NO, as I missed some trains for that,,,,,,). After I somehow got on the train, finally I felt a bit relieved and started to enjoy my first visit to the Netherlands. It took only 1.5 hour to get to Delft, though again I found another problem; owing to the ENGENEERING (one of the worst things you can expect in Europe indeed), there was no direct service to Amsterdam and no sign posts to show me where I could catch the alternative bus services neither!! With some of other passengers, I had to run around to catch the bus and finally I got on it, I noticed a strange feeling which I had never had;'I am enjoying these troubles!',perhaps it can be the only thing which I have learned through the one and half a year of life as a foreigner. The bus took me to the station outside Amsterdam. The next thing I had to do was to ask where my hotel was by showing the map. It turned out that the station is quite close to the hotel, and even I could go there by taxi. As I had been already informed by my family, the taxi (not only the one I caught but most of them) were Mercedes, and only 12 minutes drive from there to the hotel was Mercedes price as well. But I was too tired to walk wround and look for any alternative way to get there, and still felt happy when I could finally find the hotel. From the first grimpse, it was not difficult to find out that the hotel is a Chinese one. From receptionists to cleaners, and the interior decoration I could understand that and I appreciate the price which can be extraordinally cheap in Amsterdam, the city with one the most highest hotel fees. Immediately after I left my things in the room, I left to the city center to find something to eat for dinner. By that moment, I could feel the lively air and a fascinating night view of the city. And once I stepped out of the trum, I could taste the SMOKY aspect of the city,,,,,not only with cannabis, but also there are a lot of Argentine BBQ restaurant around Dam Square. Thus I chose one of them and start up my dinner with a glass of red wine,,,,,,,