tezukamarilyn

Mon, 05 Oct 2015 11:48:21 GMT

Hiking with my grandfather went very well. Despite his age, we were able to make good time climbing one of the smaller mountains in the range. It started raining toward the end of our hike; the bath afterward was much appreciated.

After speaking with him, I feel that I have reached some stable ground for myself too.

My mother is cross that I am unwilling to trade shifts to get my birthday off as well. At my age, is that really necessary? I do not even like cake.

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the air is thin

Tue, 22 Sep 2015 20:56:02 GMT

I worked some very difficult shifts, but managed to trade my way to three full days off in a row to go hiking with my grandfather in Nagano. Though I have been home for many months now, we haven't had much time to spend alone together. I miss his strong presence and reliable wisdom.

Fortunately, I will have time for reflection on this trip. There is much to work on, but as I promised someone anonymous, I will do my best.

( Private )

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Karma

Sun, 13 Sep 2015 14:35:02 GMT

I have a stubborn patient who only understands self-destructive ways of becoming stronger. Though there are so many words I would like to say to him, they will not come.

I've regretted being deaf. I don't want to regret being mute. Regret, after a certain amount of time, takes physical form.

I hope that this person will hear me before their recovery ends. Or there might be no end to it.

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Research

Tue, 18 Aug 2015 21:06:36 GMT

How would you most like to be complimented?

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Tue, 04 Aug 2015 21:29:41 GMT

I have been in this bathroom for an hour and forty-five minutes. The floor has exactly 1,568 tiles.

Seiichi, Genichirou, do you have very strong feelings about the bathroom door? The doorknob is broken and I am unable to fix it.

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Thu, 23 Jul 2015 18:32:02 GMT

Many happy returns of the day, Momoshiro.

(ooc: No exciting gifts from buchou, just a useful 2,000 yen amazon giftcard)

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Tue, 14 Jul 2015 21:08:11 GMT

My superiors decided to bestow a prize on the newest resident with the fewest revisions. Now that I must take the train home bearing such a "prize", I am not sure if I was being praised or made fun of. Perhaps both.

I will keep it, nonetheless, as a reminder to not let my guard down.

( Prize )

(ooc: Anyone who wants to have seen him walking around with it, feel free. Roommates can be horrified accordingly :D )

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Mon, 29 Jun 2015 18:21:03 GMT

I was robbed on my way home from the hospital. Fortunately, they only got my decoy wallet.

Everyone, please take care and avoid walking alone at night.

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Note to Seiichi

Thu, 28 May 2015 19:23:05 GMT

I would have left this on the table, but I did not want the memo to be lost among other paperwork.

(1) You left your laundry in the dryer. I folded it for you and left it in front of your room.

(2) I have ordered a book. You might find it useful re: your underwear.

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Birthdays

Fri, 22 May 2015 00:24:26 GMT

Happy Birthday, Sanada. Next time a beer instead of coffee.

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The expert in anything was once a beginner

Wed, 13 May 2015 22:48:34 GMT

My attending assigned me to the pediatric trauma unit for the month. He suggested that I take this opportunity to work on my bedside manner.

( Practicing )

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02.5

Wed, 08 Apr 2015 12:56:53 GMT

I am an hour early for my job interview. Too many people are smoking in this coffee shop. ~~I should have gone to the Starbucks in the station, even if it's too expensive.~~

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Ask me 6 questions. Any six, no matter how personal, private or random, I have to answer them honestly in some fashion. Then in turn, you have to post this message in your own journal. Anonymous is enabled.

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02 Purpose

Fri, 03 Apr 2015 12:20:21 GMT

This is not a journal. I keep a real journal in my bedside drawer to detail and remember the events of each day. I do not need another. After a few days of observing the use and intent of this space, I have come to a conclusion:

This online record is a blank wall. A blank wall in no special place within a city that stretches beyond what can be perceived. Whether or not someone looks, reads, or thinks about a wall is pure chance. People do not typically stop for walls, but i choose to blemish this one all the same: Not every Icarus has the opportunity or humility to reflect on their fall from the sun.

I suppose I am to make friends with like-minded walls.

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01

Mon, 30 Mar 2015 23:01:47 GMT

Two suitcases. I moved back into my family home after twelve years. My orthopaedic residency at the hospital does not begin for one month. I cannot remember the last time I had so much time on my hands.

Today I played shougi with my grandfather. After I lost, we repotted Marylin and placed her in the green room by grandfather's bonsai. I went grocery shopping with my mother. We picked out eel. I gut, she grilled. She recommended that I try to make friends and suggested this online journal. The logic does not seem sound, but I do not wish to neglect her advice. My father and I watched a police drama after dinner. He fell asleep seventeen minutes in.

Strange. Twelve years later and some things are exactly the same. Tomorrow I will make some repairs around the house and then look for a health clinic or massage parlor that needs another pair of hands.

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