Court Hamamatsu

Not sure if I've mentioned this before, but I've been getting my ass kicked consecutively by six to twelve year olds once a week---for a few weeks now.<br><br>Karate out here in the Inaka (countryside) is very different from your typical Western Mui-Tai, mat-grueling Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu-style ass-kickin workout. No. Here, it's a matter of being able to handle the mental discipline of allowing people smaller than you to kick your ass. Again...and again ...

... over to the main tub, find a spot in the corner, and try my best not to face anyone, looking shy or just slightly off in the head. As soon as I sunk in and started to enjoy the warmth and cleanliness of this water, I noticed my bandage floating away.<br>Quickly, I grabbed it, and became so mad...I got calm.<br>I give up. I said. and scrunched it in my hand, and did my best the rest of the evening to just avoid anyone seeing it, but not really caring.<br><br ...

Death to anyone who actually calls this a "sport". Where's the 'sport', or fun, in running long distances, causing pain, exhaustion, thirst, and minimal benefits to ones physical condition? What about one's mental condition?<br><br>I remember crossing that finish line, muttering "thanks" in about three languages, I was so delirious. Sure, it was an awesome experience, taking in the beautiful scenery on a perfect Autumn day in ...

I had hinted at this particular event in the past, and decided to finally write about the various events that took place on that Saturday.<br><br>This being the second event my school was hosting in September, I was a little more excited to take part in it. The last event being the cleaning event, you can understand why. What they did in preparation for this, was split everyone in the Toyone-Village district into teams based on area. I fell into the Kamikurogawa ...

... I came across on the middle of this road. I saw one pair of red eyes glint back at me in the darkness reflected by my headlights, glaring at me with pure hatred (as much hatred that is possible in a jackrabbit). "Jackrabbit?" I hear you say. Yes, and how could I tell this? Well, I'm not sure who ran away faster, but I could swear it was the jackrabbit who was on top who ...

... a variety of home-grown vegetables (peppers, onions, cabbage, carrots, potatoes), and the occasional chestnut.<br><br>Actually, we had a rather explosive experience a few minutes into the Yakiniku party. i was standing over some meat talking to Yoshimi, Derek's girlfriend, when a loud explosion in the fire sent me reeling back in surprise. Yoshimi screamed, and looked to her to make sure she was alright (since i didn't feel anything), I noticed she was covered in light-brown chunks of ...

... silent-shell all too quickly) 2 year old boy, named Kenta. What a joy it was to toss this kid around on their family living room floor. Their neighbors came by too, and their super-powered four-year old was no match for my armlock--it was only when they teamed up that I ran into some serious trouble.<br><br>The next morning, I followed my co-worker to the Undoukai meeting place in Toei-town, where several schools in the district participated: the two I work at, Tomiyama and ...

... were weird, googly-eyed for my fellow female classmates, and always carried some kind of stink, whether it was alcohol or pot-related. Sometimes, you meet a cool cat, but he's only cool because he's giving you attention and some corrupt kind of wisdom. Kudos Japan.<br>So, once a year, my community throws a "Cleaning Day", where all the students, most of their families, and many others in the vicinity get together and...well, clean. It's mostly an outdoor thing, something that gets ...

... is going to be the longest and busiest term including swimming, school events, late nights, report cards and much more... :o( Need to stuff myself with vitamins... Can't wait to go back tomorrow to see the kids and fill up their little love tanks :o) Ciao Ciao Luv Vicki P.S. Photos are up on Picasa. Check out in the Strawberry Picking folder my little pet shrimps! :o) http://picasaweb.google.com/vickinjapan

... the sake tree. Ryan caught 3 and I got hit in the chest with one and later found it on the ground, I do wonder what that means. Grabbing our bags back and dispersing with the crowd, we only had left to be sad/somewhat relieved that we would be missing the festival's female counterpart several weeks later. Moral of the story: It's actually super difficult to think of a half-dozen non-offensive euphemisms to be able to write this post with.