Bohemia Bunny

The Funnerology Principle

Overgrown child – with EARNING POWER!

When I was in my first year of secondary school, the Tamagotchi craze hit Malaysian shores, and my mother somehow managed to snag one each for my sister and me. For a little while, I was one of the “cool kids”! Yes I know true geekdom isn’t about being an early adopter, but it’s nice to be on the curve every once in a while.

So anyway, that was the initial wave. Subsequent models of Tamagotchi have been released, and I know each has its own captive market share (I once encountered a trio of sisters, each with their own Tamagotchi Connection) although they’ve never been able to capture the world’s imagination the way the first one did.

Part of the reason is the massive LCD revolution, first driven by mobile phones, then joined by PSPs and DSes. The poor little Tamagotchi with its monochrome screen looks sadly outdated. Nevertheless, I bought 2 more Tamagotchis when they upgraded them with IR capabilities. Finally, my Tamagotchis could breed! I had some fun times with those 2 Tamagotchis – one I purchased secondhand, the other was brand new. But after the 2nd generation grew to adulthood, I put them into hibernation.

Today, however, I received news that Tamagotchis will finally get their long-overdue upgrade to colour screens! Hooray! I’m itching for one, and I’m not afraid to admit it. It’s kind of amazing that after so many years and so many generations, I could probably pick up a new Tamagotchi and immediately know which button was for which function. The interface hasn’t changed since the original 1996/1997 release, except for the addition of 2 more “tabs”.

I know I’m kinda geeking out here, since I own multiple Tamagotchis and could restart them at any point. There’s no good reason to buy another. It’s just that I like the idea of having 3 different generations of Tamagotchis all lined up for a family portrait. Pictures of my existing Tamagotchis to come later, perhaps when I get home.

2nd October 2008: Updated with pictures

From Funny Stuff

Family Portrait! From left: Original Tamagotchi, Tamagotchi Connection (with IR capability) in packaging, Tamagotchi Connection without packaging.

From Funny Stuff

Size comparison between the original (left) and the Tamagotchi Connection (right).

As you can see, they kept most of the design the same, even though these 2 models were about 8 years apart. The upcoming colour version, however, has a more rounded, plain design.

We really take in all types.

Today I had nonstop lessons from 9am till 9pm, with only an hour’s break for lunch. That’s tiring enough, but it’s not the hours that are draining. It’s the students, or specifically one student.

We took in a new student, let’s call him Student E. He first attended our revision planning workshop, and during that session all of us had a good look at one aspect of him – and none of us liked what we saw. He was very defensive, rigid and unwilling to think of others. We weren’t even keen on taking him in, but his father was adamant on getting him help.

So he ended up in my class, and since it was a tiny class to begin with, it’s pretty much one-on-one with him. One-on-one sessions can be very enjoyable if I have a good rapport with the kid, as I do with several of my students (who are also relatively bright, which makes work easier). But not only was the kid new, he rubbed me the wrong way practically instantly. Under those conditions, it’s very difficult to build rapport, and I think the kid knows it too. Today he said something along the lines of “teacher, we don’t connect la”.

Yes, he’s the only one among my students who calls me “teacher”, even though I’m not a teacher. The rest call me by name, which is what we encourage. If he’s not able to tear down that mental wall of authority between himself and me, I will only have very limited influence on him. At the same time, I don’t like him enough to want to approach him, so I’m afraid we are at an impasse.

I’m not some insane woman who randomly chooses to hate kids, but this one is really a tough nut to crack. When he first discovered we have wi-fi in the office (who doesn’t, nowadays) he wanted the password. Of course I refused to give it to him, as he’s not there to play games or surf the Internet, and he immediately whined that this was “not fair”. Not fair? What the hell do you mean not fair? This is our office, our wi-fi, and you think you should somehow be entitled to it? Gosh, what a grossly inflated sense of entitlement!

He also has this attitude that everything connected to him is the best in its class. I couldn’t find the proper psychology term for it, although it sounds like something I’ve encountered before. Basically, if he owns a certain brand of item, that brand is therefore the best for that item. If he plays a certain sport, it’s the best sport to play and everything else is for idiots or something. It’s egotism carried to a somewhat delusional and frightening degree, as I have no idea how in touch with reality he is. Of course, such “self is best” attitudes also mean his opinions smack of xenophobia and racism. Frankly, when he starts spouting such rubbish, I feel like calling him a selfish, ignorant little turd.

And he takes everything so damn personally. He’s on a vendetta against the world, so it seems fair that he thinks the whole world is against him as well. When one of my students didn’t answer his question, student E interpreted it as a snub. I guess he didn’t notice that my student just has that kind of “gangster face” that is easily miscontrued as a sneer by those who aren’t familiar with him. Or maybe my student really did snub him on purpose. Hee. At this point I would just call it a misunderstanding and let it blow over, but student E was still dwelling on it later, and making empty threats that he “would have beaten that guy up!”. Yeah, sure. *rolleyes*

Sometimes his arrogance borders on the childish and/or psychotic. During the last lesson, he was telling me that he’s a world-recognised genius (presumably in his chosen sport) and that he’s been invited to speak to various world leaders. Um, really? Even a 6-year-old could see through that. If it was an attempt to impress me, it was pretty bad as well as condescending – I’m not that stupid, you know.

I really have no idea what’s going on with this kid. I have a feeling he’s headed for mental illness down the line if he keeps telling all this rubbish to himself and others – he already seems to have a very tenuous grasp of reality. Add to that the fact that he has limited social skills, and I think the signs do not portend well. Professionally speaking, I’d like to help and improve every kid who comes my way, but for the sake of my own sanity I also need to know when to hold back, defend my boundaries and protect myself from drowning in the deep end when I don’t know how to swim. He’s a very disturbed person, I think, and I’m not qualified enough to help him.

He’s someone else’s problem for another time, and I admit I’ll be glad to see the back of him.

Takeshi Talk, Part Six

We open with a bunch of executives listening to Keigo’s latest song, while his manager/agent looks worried. Keigo’s disgusting work ethic has finally come back to haunt him, and he’s now reduced to shopping his one Masaki-inspired song around the labels.

Masaki goes to the doctor to be counselled about her medication choices. I’m surprised that her parents aren’t required to be with her, as she’s 17 and the age of majority in Japan is 20. Meanwhile, the sleazy reporter has caught up with Keigo again. This scene is just an excuse for Keigo to show his bad-boy side, as he grabs the reporter by the collar and warns him not to write anything about Masaki, with specific reference to her HIV status. Ah Keigo, don’t you know you’ve just shown your hand? Now the fella knows what your weakness is.

Masaki is in a record store when she spots her erstwhile best friend. In her haste to get away, she knocks over some CDs, and her friend comes to help her. She wants to apologize for her previous behaviour to Masaki. Whee, score one more for Team Masaki!

Back in the recording studio, Keigo angers the keyboardist with his diva attitude (“You on the keyboards” is NOT how you get a good performance out of people) and thus takes over the keys himself. Kaoru goes to pour him coffee. Slattern! I know your intentions are impure! Nothing happens, as Keigo turns the topic back on himself by exclaiming that finally, the music is flowing from him. Yet he looks unhappy.

In the Kano residence, Satoru passive-aggressively expresses his disappointment in his parents by leaving the table when his father returns. Okaasan finally breaks the silence by asking her husband if he’s not bothered by what his daughter blurted out about his wife’s affair. She has decided to start over with him, for the sake of their ailing daughter who only has them for support now.

The ailing daughter, meanwhile, has called Keigo to tell him that she’s going back to school. His songs have given her the courage! Oh, and would he please let her know when she can buy “that song” which he wrote for her. Not for a long time, if his excursions to the record labels are any indication. Heartened, he goes to get a cigarette, and sees the newspaper item on Masaki. Let me guess what will happen next: He will cut off contact with her to protect her, and she will be hurt and confused, bla bla bla.

She makes her mother beam by heading off to school, and it appears her favourite mode of transportation is running. Either she’s been truant so long she forgot the bus schedule, or she’s really a long-distance runner. The class falls into silence as she walks in. The chalkboard in the background is covered in girly drawing of flowers – do they have so much time to do things like this before class begins?! Camera cuts to Masaki’s pigtailed friend, who gathers up her courage to go greet her and offer her notes. Someone else knocks Masaki’s books off her table and then quite ironically refuses to touch them to pick them up when the friend confronts her. Women – so damn inconsistent.

Asami (the friend) then delivers a shrieking morality lesson to their classmates. Those of you who are accustomed to the cutesy high-pitched voices used in anime probably wouldn’t like this show, where the women are shrill, bitchy and generally quite realistic. “Japanese girls are cute”  – I’ll show you Japanese girls!

Okaasan is at home ironing when Masaki returns to find her mother reminiscing over “that man’s” handkerchief. She apologizes to Okaasan for making her break things off with that man, but Okaasan hides it all under a smile and goes to answer the doorbell. Eeep! It’s a bunch of teenage females! They’ve come to apologize after Asami essentially scolded them all. I swear, they are wearing eyeshadow and mascara to school. “Let’s go to Harajuku to buy swimsuits!” Sure, they’re all chummy now, but wait till they find out that she REALLY is HIV-positive.

On the way home, they get to talking about “compensated dating” and how they do it out of boredom. Masaki starts fiddling with the straw of her drink, they ask if she’s still upset about the rumour. They wouldn’t have asked her out if they thought she had AIDS! See, I told you. Fair-weather friends.

Keigo’s agent/manager has found him a company that’s willing to sign him, and Keigo uncharacteristically shakes his hand. Well, it’s the least he could do for the man who’s partly responsible for keeping a posh roof over his head! Just as they’re happily celebrating, the freelance reporter rears his ugly head again. While his manager deals with the issue, Masaki appears. Just how she not only knows, but gains entry to these places, is beyond me.

Keigo is frantic! He needs to keep Masaki away from the reporter, and while the money-grubbing dirtbag is occupied, Keigo leads Masaki out to the carpark. She says she wants to come out as HIV-positive, and he dissuades her, but of course. His career comeback is on the line! Once more, Masaki runs home, this time along a vehicular bridge. Very nice.

Keigo’s manager is now upset at the shit Keigo’s landed himself in. Apparently the reporter thinks Keigo is the one who infected Masaki with HIV. Gah! In the meantime, Masaki is met by Hibino at the school gates, and he proceeds to serenade her tunelessly with an ukulele. They visit the absent Asami, who has a broken arm from being pushed down the stairs. Plus she’s receiving malicious prank calls saying she has AIDS from “compensated dating” too. Such is the price of being on Team Masaki. Hibino remains her staunchest peer-age cheerleader, as he tells her that her life is too short to waste on getting angry over such abuse.

Keigo’s comeback is set, as the record company gives him a verbal agreement for a contract. But his manager hands him an envelope containing (presumably) money to keep Masaki quiet. Cue shot of Keigo leaving. Masaki returns home to take her medication (stored in a Sanrio container heehee) when her previously silent father speaks up. The school has decided to punish those involved in “enjo kosai”, and the specific punishment is to be unveiled later. How will the school even know who’s doing “enjo kosai”? It’s not as though the girls advertise!

Masaki’s father has to come to terms with the fact that his daughter was one of them. Was he not listening at the hospital? Sheesh. He then bans her from school, saying he will inform the school that she quit because of the bullying. He’s only this angry because he wants to save face. But Masaki’s as much of a firebrand as Otosan is revealing himself to be. She refuses to be kept in the shadows just because of her status. He’s arguing from the societal perspective (as expected of a collectivistic culture) while she is arguing from a humanist perspective, that her life still has value to her.

Masaki skips school to avoid being “punished”, and spends the day listening to the radio. That’s where she finds out that Keigo has been out of contract for some time. Next scene, she’s dressed up and running out of the house. They meet by the river, things are said, and she asks him to send her someplace.

“Someplace” turns out to be school, where a prim lady is lecturing them on the evils of “enjo kosai”. The girls are squirming a bit, but so are some male teachers! Ahem ahem. You mean even THEY don’t get free services from their students? Oh, the girls will be suspended for 3 months. Wow, this is right before summer vacation, so does that mean they get extended time off from school? You have to admire Masaki’s guts for attending school while dressed in her going-out clothes. As the ceremony ends, the students are imperiously commanded to bow, but if you look carefully among the crowd, one doesn’t.

As the girls start filtering out, Masaki clenches her fists, and Keigo watches from the door as she storms forward. Doesn’t he realise how much danger he’s in? Any moment now, a girl could notice him and he’d be stampeded! Having bravely taken the stage, Masaki is now at a loss for words. Eventually she delivers an impassioned speech about how she got infected with HIV, and how life means so much to her now that she’s going to die. Prematurely. It’s probably at this point that Keigo will finally give up the last remnants of his heart to this girl who’s showing so much zest for life in the face of death. That’s his type, you know.

Awww, she loves him loads! At least, that’s what she’s saying into the microphone. It’s okay, Keigo! You can love her back! And with a parting note on the preciousness of life, she departs. You can hear the shoes squeak as the girls fall back to give her a path, as Asami and friends go to embrace her (I think). Keigo leaves as the girls eventually aggregate around that core, in a move which is meaningless once you get more than 2 deep around Masaki.

As Keigo reaches his car, Masaki calls out to him, he hugs her and says she did the right thing. Then he drives off, leaving her standing there. His brusqueness can be somewhat forgiven, as the episode ends with him being besieged by reporters, now that the story about his “enjo kosai” relationship with Masaki has broken. He could just categorically deny it, you know, since Masaki was never paid, and why would someone as handsome as Keigo, of all people, need to pay for sex? Come on already. As for the HIV rumours, all he needs to do is submit his blood test results. But why pander to the morbid curiosity of the masses? Leave them clamouring at your doors for the scraps that they will live on. And so, we have finally approached Act 2: Conflict.

Takeshi Talk, Part Five

Previous episode: Masaki’s family breaks down around her, she sees Kaoru kissing Keigo, and decides to throw herself in front of a train.

Conclusion of her suicide attempt: It’s only episode 5, so of course she doesn’t die. Hibino saved her and she survived with only a cheek contusion and brain concussion. Her family are called to the hospital, where she FINALLY reveals that she’s HIV positive. Her father slaps her and blames her mother for not taking good care of the children. Oh yeah, thanks dad, and where were you all this time?

At home, the family grapple with the gravity of the situation. Satoru, Masaki’s brother, informs his ignorant parents that with treatment, she’ll be able to live a few years more. Oh, whee. In the meantime, Keigo has been informed that his contract will be terminated tomorrow. Some drunken woman pops into his house with a bottle of champagne. Firstly, doesn’t he lock his doors? And secondly, the drunken lady is Kaoru, who’s not-so-secretly in love with Keigo. I say RED ALERT right now, send her to a hotel and let her dry out her drunken ass there.

At least she’s good for something, as in her drunken candour, she challenges Keigo’s no-songwriting policy. Finally he admits it: he’s out of ideas, dry, no inspiration. It’s not that he won’t, it’s that he CAN’T. His girlfriend’s death depressed him so much he went into workaholic mode to forget the pain, but he’s tired now. Nope, sorry, that doesn’t pass muster. Especially since his next scene involves partying with some bimbos poolside.

Masaki’s having a marginally better time in hospital. Hibino comes to visit, and she tells him about her encounter with Loser-Type. Then Hibino has to be a dumbass and bring up Keigo, and Masaki doesn’t want to talk any more. She returns to her room, where Okaasan is peeling fruit. Ever the efficient mama, Okaasan has already done her research, and she reassures Masaki that with medication, she’ll live a healthy life.

Masaki rips the veil off her mother’s denialist view by stating the bald truth: Her parents will outlive her. And twists the knife further by reminding Okaasan of her infidelity. “I don’t wanna go home!”

Apparently that’s fine with Satoru, because at this point he enters and says he doesn’t want her infecting him at home, with his exams so near. As he continues in his ignorant rejection of the HIV-positive, Okaasan slaps him for probably the first time in his life.

In some swanky Tokyo office, Keigo puts his seal on the termination agreement. Japanese people don’t sign things, they put their stamp on it. Kaoru interrogates him about his nocturnal activities, which are really none of her business, when Hibino calls out to Keigo. He delivers the news of Masaki’s suicide attempt, along with a side dish of burn: “Aren’t you responsible for that?”

Masaki is forlornly looking at a picture of Keigo and Kaoru in a magazine, torturing herself with memories of what she saw, when the door opens extra slowly and Keigo pops in. She chucks the magazine at his feet, all the while shrieking at him for being a cad and leading her on. Then she slips into self-pity mode. “No one loves me, mama doesn’t love me, mama loves another man…”

Once again, it’s up to Keigo to play devil’s advocate. He tells her that she’s expecting to be loved because she’s ill, and attempting suicide is just a coward’s way out. “You don’t deserve to die when you’ve hardly even lived” seems to be his take on things. The war of words continues out in the strangely empty corridor, as Masaki counters that Keigo isn’t exactly living life to the fullest either. She has nothing to live for, whereas he still has his music. He walks away while she yells at his retreating back, “Your music gave me hope!” and other such things. Masaki shuffles back to her room in ridiculously unfashionable slippers, but it’s Keigo who’s kept awake by guilt.

It’s a new day at the hospital. Okaasan uses the green payphone to dial her lover, and Masaki catches her in the act. Loverboy assumes Okaasan has good news for him, but she quickly douses those hopes. Masaki turns away, and Keigo is shown neatly drawing musical notes on manuscript paper. This is how we know he’s not a real composer. If you’ve ever seen reproductions of actual manuscripts, you’d know they were a barely legible mess. His lackey appears at the door, bearing Kaoru’s message, and is told not to bother a working man. Poor kid, he can never catch a break. If your boss is working, you get told off, if he’s not working, your job may be in trouble. Meh.

In a kissaten, Loverboy is getting dumped. I don’t even know why Okaasan likes him, he has Spock hair and jug ears. He must be a REALLY good listener (pun originally unintended). She leaves money for her coffee and goes home to cook dinner. Whee!

20 million cigarettes later, Keigo has a new hit song. Or not, as Kaoru walks in on him tearing up manuscript paper, adding to the mess strewn all over the floor.  He looks like crap – but I still want his hair. Graah, the unfairness. He then exclaims that he wants to be involved with someone, like before. Oh? Once bitten twice shy doesn’t apply in the case of moody, handsome musicians!

“You wrote songs and fooled around for 3 years to forget about my sister,” Kaoru notes. Ah, so Masaki is to be another muse, in her own morbid way? Kaoru then offers herself as a stand-in for her sister. “I’m sorry. I can’t focus on the past. I have work to do, please leave.” And then he flips down the photo of his dead girlfriend. I think that’s as clear a sign as any. GO AWAY KAORU!

Back at home, Masaki’s brother refuses to share the hotpot dinner with her, preferring instead to eat rice with mayonnaise. Masaki echoes my sentiments as she tells her mother not to bother. Let him die of malnutrition, it’d be so ironic! The phone rings and Okaasan answers. Of course it’s Loverboy, and she slams down the phone and lies very very badly to her family that it was a wrong number. Masaki chooses this time to reveal to her dad and brother that Okaasan “is having” an affair.

She runs out of the house, with her mother chasing her, and into the path of a truck, which swerves to avoid them. Crazy women! They proceed to have a screaming match while still crouched on the tarmac. Masaki says her family’d be relieved if she died, and Okaasan slaps her for her inability to understand. “You are precious to me, you stupid girl!” is how I would have phrased it. Masaki’s having none of it, and runs off anyway.

Okaasan limps back home, where her husband and son are sitting stonily at the table. Man, they don’t even have anything to say to each other. Satoru runs upstairs – he will most probably hate women for the rest of his life. Masaki has wandered downtown, where she gets propositioned by some guy mistaking her for an enjo kosai, probably. A nearby breakdance group switches their boombox to catch some radio waves, and a familiar voice encircles Masaki in its velvety smoothness. Keigo has a new song! And he’s premiering it on radio, and dedicating it to a certain 17-year-old girl! Oooh. He precedes it with a long speech which I will summarise thus: I’m here for you.

Masaki shows off her marathon-winning style as she runs all the friggin’ way to the radio station, where she catches Keigo just as he’s about to get into his car. He puts her into a cab, tells her to stop relying only on him, and sends her home. He doesn’t intend to be mean – he isn’t her only ally, no matter what she thinks.

She comes home to her initials on a pillowcase, lovingly embroidered there by Okaasan. No doubt touched by this gesture, she confesses to her mother that she got HIV as a result of “compensated dating”. And then they have a sobfest. The next morning, Masaki cheerfully awakens and greets the day with an “Ohayou”. Miles away, Keigo receives it telepathically and exits the house – only to be greeted by a “freelance reporter” who has the scoop on Keigo Ishikawa’s latest squeeze, which could be interpreted as Keigo also patronising the “compensated dating” system. I smell a scandal brewing!

Wishlist 2008/09

I haven’t done something as juvenile as a wishlist in a long time, mostly because I’ve been happily fulfilled these past couple of years. But with the recent major advances in technology (is there ever anything else that I want?), as well as changing personal circumstances, it’s time to review what I want (materially) out of life, at least for the remainder of this year and all of the next.

Computing:

  • Netbook/ultra-portable: I vacillate back and forth between these choices almost every day. The Eees and upcoming Dells look very nice, but there’s still the question of that amazingly seductive Vaio Z. And behind all this, the Empress Dowager herself, my faithful Acer, whose position as the incumbent is unassailable because, seriously, do I really need another computer? I don’t take the Acer to work as there’s a company laptop to use, so that’s one niche already filled. And I’m no road warrior, so I don’t need something to use while travelling. Yes la, it’s just a matter of “itchy backside”.
  • Windows 7: Okay, so there’s actually nothing I can do about this except wait. *twitch twitch*

Entertainment:

  • Nintendo DS Lite: I have a few games in backlog that I want to play, so it’s not so much the games as it is time to play them that I want. But while we’re on the topic, Rune Factory 2 could hurry up a bit…
  • DVDs: I also have no time to watch DVDs. And I don’t have the later seasons of House. *grumble grumble*

Housing:

  • Rental: My rental situation is a bit precarious right now, so all I ask for is a decent room at a decent price, in pretty much my current location. Living in district 21 kinda grows on you – any nearer to Orchard and I’d be living on the streets (for lack of funding), any further and I’ll be waking up to the sound of the goats at Dairy Farm bleating greetings to the dawn.

Work:

  • Achievements: As my first batch of students receive their prelim results, the failures (on my part) seem to outweigh the ones who have improved under my guidance. Ack. I can has A1 for them please?
  • Salary: My paycheque’s far too large, I wish it would shrink. AS IF!

Personal transportation:

  • The missing link: A Segway is perhaps overkill on my little commute to and from the bus stop, as well as between the 2 branches of the office. So, a scooter it is! Not quite as lazyfied as a Segway, it’s also quicker and more transportable. And most importantly, off the grid because it’s me-powered. I’m looking at the Xootr range – it’s expensive enough to keep the kiddies off it. Being seen on the same vehicle of conveyance as a 6-year-old doesn’t help street cred.

Bohemia Bunny’s Latest Lust Object

The sexy beast known as the Vaio Z series

The sexy beast known as the Vaio Z series

I am obsessed with this beautiful piece of machinery, and rightly so. After it was announced sometime in July or August, I knew this was the one for me. This was the one that could satisfy all my needs, and then some. I’ll do a quick rundown of the features, but you can go to the site itself for more lust-inducing pictures.

LED backlight? Check.

Discrete graphics card? Yup.

Weight? A stunningly slim 1.48kg, putting even me to shame.

And it’s no slouch in the performance arena either, boasting DDR3 RAM and the new Centrino 2 chip. The HDMI port is a nice addition. I may not need it now, but perhaps my technological appetite will grow, whetted by this beast of a laptop computer.

Oh – its stamina is one of the best in the field, rated at 6 hours for the standard battery. And if I want to get kinky, I can always insert SD cards for some file-swapping fun. Pity its Motion Eye camera is a bit myopic at only 0.3 megapixels with VGA resolution.

But the one thing that totally gets me, the most sensual and arousing part of the Z series, is the part where I get most intimate with it – its keyboard. The keys each reside in their little holes, and the brushed aluminium panel feels oh-so-good against my hands. And the carbon-fiber chassis for the LED – it’s almost lickable, but then the Sony Style employees would probably haul me away.

Of course it doesn’t come cheap. It’s a classy computer, it knows how much it’s worth. Like a madwoman in love, I’d buy it on the spot. It’s almost perfect – almost.

It is unfortunately saddled with that deformed release known as Vista. There’s an XP downgrade available, but I ALREADY have an XP machine. Vista is usable, of course – I use it at work. But I wouldn’t pay for a copy of it on my beautiful Z series. The only OS worthy of my gorgeous object is Windows 7. (Shh! Don’t even let me hear you say that other thing.)

So here’s hoping the Z series, or its future iterations, will remain as powerful, stunning and beautiful when Windows 7 finally rolls out. Because then, I am SO TOTALLY getting one.

Help KuQi PaQi Burger become a success!

A new burger place opened in the basement of United Square, near Novena MRT. KuQi PaQi Burger has a Japanese concept towards making your own burger. You can order their trademark burger with as many patties as you like, on a bun of your choice, with either American or Swiss cheese, which is optional since some people may be lactose-intolerant.

The name KuQi PaQi refers to their mascot which is based on the Kuchipatchi Tamagotchi character. I once raised one, so I recognised the ducky-looking creature immediately. It’s in line with the whole Japanese feel of the place.

A burger snob proclaimed their patties properly cooked, and this is someone who won’t eat McDonalds burgers because “they’re rubbish”. The fillings aren’t much different from the usual – lettuce and tomato, no onions (which I don’t like anyway). The burgers have a tendency to slide apart, because they’re not wrapped up in envelopes like Carl’s Jr’s burgers are. And where Carl’s Jr make big, meaty American burgers that sock you in the tastebuds, KuQi PaQi makes little burgers (they come in Regular and Petite size) that have a delicate, pure flavour while remaining juicy.

Their Value Meals come with either fries or onion rings, and the fries are the big square kind popularised by British chippy shops. Mine came steaming hot from the fryer, so they were nice and crisp. The drinks don’t come from a fountain either. Instead you choose from an open fridge of canned drinks, and the selection includes lemon tea, peach tea, oolong tea and green tea, as well as the usual culprits. Heck, you can even have beer or milk.

Overall, I like the execution of the Japanese theme. It’s no secret that I’m a big Nipponophile, but the consistency with which the burger joint has been Japanized is very well done. It’s still relatively quiet now, so eat there while it’s still open and has decent service, before it either sinks into the morass of “just another eating place” or worse still, has to close down.

A few things I wish they would improve on, though:

1. The irasshaimase greeting has been given its death knell by half-hearted teenage waitresses at sushi chains. It’s not necessary any more.

2. I know it might be a travesty to some, but I wouldn’t mind mayonnaise on my fries. Specifically, the Japanese Kewpie brand mayonnaise. Available pretty much everywhere, including on my Harvest Moon games.

One final plug for the place: KuQi PaQi Burger at B1-03, United Square, near Novena MRT.

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J-Drama Comparisons

My regular J-drama site, mysoju.com, has mysteriously gone 404, so I’ve had to find another place to get my sappy love story fix. The other dramas I’m watching are Golden Bowl, a comedy with Takeshi Kaneshiro, and With Love, another mushy wuuv stowee with Yutaka Takenouchi.

With Love is rather similar to Kamisama Mou Sukoshi Dake in the following ways:

  1. One has Takeshi Kaneshiro, the other has a hero named Takashi.
  2. Both the male romantic leads play music composers.
  3. The female romantic leads are less good-looking/ famous/ generally “less desirable” than the ultra-hot males, at least in the story.
  4. Both the male leads have ended their previous relationships badly – one through death, the other by just getting plain dumped.
  5. The female leads remind the males of their previous girlfriends, either with terminal illnesses or cutesy stuff like a teruterubozu.
  6. Keigo’s late girlfriend’s name was Lisa, Takashi’s ex-girlfriend’s name is Rina. Both very popular Anglo-sounding names for Japanese girls.
  7. The male leads don’t know who the female leads are at first: Masaki doesn’t leave her name, and Amane (from With Love) corresponds with Takashi through email.

Aiya actually these love dramas are pretty formulaic, so I’m not surprised nor am I complaining. But it would appear from the above that I too have a “type” of drama that I enjoy watching. Ahem.

Takeshi Talk, Part Four

Previously on Kamisama Mou Sukoshi Dake: Masaki has managed to catch a glimpse of the elusive loser-type guy! What will happen now? Oh, and Keigo’s not infected. Whee.

Masaki catches up with Loser-Type just as he’s digging out the keys for his apartment. She is a vision of vengeance as she asks, “Remember me?” Then the guitar starts up and we’re once again watching Keigo run across the sands in the opening credits.

HIV testing is apparently not a big deal in Japan, as Loser-Type admits that he himself found out only when he was hospitalised for pneumonia. “Did I pass it on to you?” he solicitously asks. I don’t know what to make of Masaki’s stunned expression, or the upbeat little jazz number that starts up right about now.

Meanwhile, Keigo is being haunted by the ghost of Masaki’s last words, until the music stops on an “Aha!” note. Perhaps he got an idea for a song, but we’ll have to wait as we pop back in on Loser-Type’s apartment. And now for the grand reveal: Loser-Type tells us how he got infected! This is hilarious, you’d never know it from looking at him. He got involved with a gang. What, was he their accountant or something? Nah, I think maybe he did drugs or something of the sort.

The phone rings and Loser-Type lies to his mother that he’s busy with work, so he won’t be seeing her. So he hasn’t told his parents, and are we surprised? No, but this is the cue for Masaki to start thinking about telling her parents, and also the cue to switch to Okaasan putting Masaki’s abandoned birthday cake in the fridge.

Okaasan puts Masaki’s beautifully-wrapped gift on her bed, and in true mama style, starts clearing up her daughter’s room. While flipping through a book, she sees the graffiti left there by malicious schoolmates, including the one that proclaims boldly, “AIDS”.

Loser-Type, fulfilling his role as a pathos delivery device, tells Masaki how alone he realizes he is, and goes off to eat his medicines while Masaki looks at his photos, showing a life he can never return to. Conflicted, she turns to leave, and he grovels (literally) for forgiveness. Still in her vengeful aspect, she says that she can never forgive him.

A butterfingered lackey knocks a picture to the ground, and the camera pans away to show Keigo at the PC, while the lackey shows him cover art for the upcoming CD. We continue with the exposition of Keigo’s past as the lackey asks about the woman in the photograph. Keigo, seemingly without emotion, answers that he lived with her when he was a nobody. “Did you break up with her?” asks the silly lackey. Hello, you don’t keep pictures of your ex displayed on your piano, dungu! “She knew she was dying, but she looked at me and smiled.” Some foreshadowing on Keigo’s part here, or maybe just explaining why he finds chicks with terminal illnesses appealing.

Back at the Kano residence, Okaasan lays down the parental law by, um, asking where her daughter has been. As she’s pressing Masaki for information, Masaki lashes out about her mother’s infidelity. Oooh, tit-for-tat secret blowout! At breakfast the next morning, Masaki takes her dad to task when he says that she’s out till late. She points out that he stays out late too, and he counters by saying he’s entertaining clients. When she asks what kind of places he goes to, he cuts off the conversation. Hmm!

Masaki gets bullied again as she walks out of school, and while she’s busy screaming at their retreating backs, Keigo is sitting in his black roadster. Yum. His face tells us that he feels the long-unfamiliar stirrings of pity, sympathy, and of general caring about another person. Bereft of human friends, Masaki takes to feeding pigeons at the park. And then the Prince comes and scares away Cinderella’s little animal friends.

“Are you hungry? Let’s go eat ramen.” Now that’s getting your priorities right, Keigo!

Masaki’s a sharp tack though, and tells him (over ramen) to drop the sympathy act. He replies that she’s a strong person who won’t be crushed, and that she has puraido (pride). I love how there’s no Japanese word for this. “I have HIV,” Masaki reminds him, “I’m not normal! Don’t be with me!” In a scene scripted for awareness campaigns, Keigo replies, “It doesn’t change anything about you.” Then he picks out her cha-shu from her bowl and eats it. Aw lookit that! He made Masaki smile!

They stand on an overhead bridge and talk about their parents. Poor Keigo, his parents weren’t around for him, while Masaki’s parents just want her to be a good girl. She turns around to look at the poster ad behind them, which has… Keigo’s face on it. “That’s nice! I want it!” So they go down to where the ad people are pasting up the ads. “He looks cool,” Keigo comments without a hint of irony. The ad people pay him no heed. He takes off his sunglasses and continues standing there, and the ad man finally gets it. He points comically at the ad, while Keigo just kinda smirks.

Masaki’s standing watching this, until she sees Keigo’s hand, hidden from the ad man, giving her some sort of signal. She gleefully grabs a poster, and they make a run for it. Why, I don’t know. Doesn’t his record company give him posters by the carton already? They finally stop under a tree, she staggers a little bit, he catches her, and they don’t kiss. Instead he gentlemanly sends her home, and she says she had fun. Which is kind of a rare commodity nowadays for her.

“I’m so glad I can talk to you,” Masaki says. In reply, Keigo says she can call him whenever. Haha if Keigo were any less attractive, he’d just be her cuddle bitch, for her to run to when she’s feeling sad. Note she’s saying “I like having you to talk to” and not “I’m in love with you”. While they’re so busy smiling at each other, an unnoticed Hibino leaves the spot outside Masaki’s house where he was waiting for her. Then Keigo puts up the top on his convertible. Is this a symbolic closing-off of his feelings? Interpret however you like.

Masaki passes by Hibino anyway, and he hands her a gift while trying to be casual about it. But his curiosity takes over, and Masaki tells him that was the real Keigo and not a lookalike that she came home with. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” “What! It’s not a crime!” and then Masaki runs away. Hibino then callously says that Keigo’s maybe seeing Masaki out of curiosity, which really gets her dander up. “You told your girlfriend about my illness!” And in this I think her anger is justified, as that’s what led to her bullying and ostracization. “At least Keigo is different!” Yes, for starters he’s an adult who has better things to do.

Masaki runs back to her room where she unrolls her new poster, which makes for a very nice floor rug. She demonstrates to us that it’s larger than life-size by lying on it and lovingly stroking the image. Heh. She must be in a really good mood, because she made stew and offered it to her brother when he returned from school. Her brother looks like a 10-year-old but speaks like a man of 40. After taking her parents to task, it’s now her brother’s turn. She laments that all he does is cram for the examinations, and he says that, well, that’s the way things are. When she challenges this, he walks off to be left alone.

Okaasan comes home and praises Masaki’s stew, then goes off to prepare the salad so they can all eat together like the happy family that they aren’t. Masaki decides it’s time to bite the bullet, and prefaces it with the old “I have something to tell you.” Okaasan too knows what’s coming up, so she wisely puts the china down on the table first. It turns out Okaasan has something to say, too! Upon hearing this, Masaki backs out and says she’ll tell later, her mum can go first. Haha!

After Okaasan is done, Masaki shocks her further by offhandedly saying, “Who cares, do what you want.” She too knows that “Otosan is a workaholic and boring”. As long as her family remains intact, Masaki no care! Ah well, and there’s the rub.

Back in her darkened room, Masaki retrieves her phone (complete with antenna-topper) and looks at it sadly, while saying Keigo’s name. The dude, meanwhile, is having to deal with an angry female singer whose career is being threatened by his lackadaisical attitude. The president of the company comes in and gives his hit-churning machine an ultimatum: Come up with something by tomorrow, or he’s out on his ass. Unfortunately, Keigo is an advocate of the 3rd way: Your way, my way, or Go Away. He says he’ll work when he feels like it.

On his way out, his phone rings. Compared to his greeting, her “it’s me” is a tiny, timid creature. She gets all clingy on him. “You’re my friend, you won’t leave me, right?” Then she realises how silly she’s being, and cheers up. And goes to sleep on her giant poster.

The next day, Masaki returns from PE to find her uniform in the wastepaper basket. She actually smiles, probably because: hey, this is the worst you can do? Peh! I’ll just call up my super-hot celebrity friend and whine to him! Only he’s not available on the phone. He’s gone to visit the grave of his former girlfriend. Bluff la, Japan has no more space for graves!

Kaoru joins him with a large and showy bouquet. “When your cell’s turned off, I know you’re here.” When he continues standing there, resenting the invasion of his private moment, she defends herself by saying “I want to talk to my sister sometimes too.” Boring scene follows where Kaoru tells him to get off his lazy ass and start working and loving.

Okaasan interrupts Otosan’s baseball match to tell him something. Namely, she wants a separation. Otosan swallows, then asks, “What?” She says after Satoru (their son) is done with exams, she would like a separation. Otosan demonstrates his ignorance by asking why she wants to split all of a sudden, and Masaki exits her bedroom in time to hear the exchange.

Otosan thinks working hard and giving her his pay fulfils his duties. Obviously, this clashes with Okaasan’s “listen to me” type of duties which she had in mind. Hearing her family structure break down all around her, Masaki takes to the streets. Meanwhile, Hibino is confronting his selfish, bitchy coworker, who ratted on Masaki out of jealousy, because she wanted Hibino all to herself. He hops on his bike to go away, far far away from this land of crazy women!

Masaki’s nocturnal wanderings have taken her to Keigo’s doorstep. She’s unable to reach his phone, he’s in a car with Kaoru… I smell potential misunderstanding! Yeah, you know what’s coming up. Cougar-in-training Kaoru takes the opportunity to attack Keigo’s face with her mouth. “Don’t tease me,” he says. “I’m not,” she replies. Kaoru li-ikes Keigo!

Masaki is standing near a convenient wall, so she turns her face away as Kaoru rushes past. But Keigo catches a glimpse of her in his wing mirror, and whips around in horror as the opening guitar chord jangles out. It’s a combination worthy of Dramatic Prairie Dog! The dungu sits there watching Masaki cry, then when she turns to run, he’s spurred into action. He leaves his car engine running, and decides to chase Masaki on foot. Not very clever, but this is Japan, the land of low crime, so I don’t foresee any GTA-type happenings in the next episode.

Masaki’s run for freedom is halted by a railway crossing, but Keigo’s lost her scent and is now gasping for air in the middle of a junction. The final 2 minutes of the episode are just rehashes of the most aww-worthy parts from earlier. The producers really know how to stretch a budget. At the last minute, Keigo seems to have an epiphany on her location, and starts running his heart out. Masaki decides to stand on the path of the oncoming train. How original. And CUT! Let’s find out what happens in the next episode.