<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:36:24.358+09:00</updated><category term='Asano Taiko'/><category term='Kantō Region'/><category term='南京町'/><category term='New Year&apos;s Day'/><category term='Yaeyama Islands'/><category term='catholics'/><category term='ライトアップ'/><category term='Sado Island'/><category term='白い恋人'/><category term='hug'/><category term='hanatōro'/><category term='橋本市'/><category term='Tiffany Tamaribuchi'/><category term='Maz Baba'/><category term='Iriomote'/><category term='Miyazaki'/><category term='Gion Matsuri'/><category term='San Diego'/><category 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term='America'/><category term='EC Reunion'/><category term='good times'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='Fish Dance'/><category term='lucky'/><category term='Japanese food'/><category term='intravenous therapy'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='Kobe Chinatown'/><category term='flu'/><category term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category term='influenza'/><category term='sakura blossoms'/><category term='Kyoto'/><category term='Earth Celebration 2008'/><category term='sister'/><category term='friends'/><category term='homestyk'/><category term='大阪'/><category term='Ishigaki'/><category term='Hakusan'/><category term='yamori'/><category term='摩耶山'/><category term='Universal Studios Japan'/><category term='Kiyomizudera'/><category term='日本'/><category term='神戸ビーフ'/><category term='balloon'/><category term='和食'/><category term='life'/><category term='Shigo Senryo Daiko'/><category term='The Lockup'/><category term='maiko'/><category term='allergies'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='神戸'/><category term='guts'/><category term='北海道'/><category term='kyūdō'/><category term='house'/><category term='Marathon Day'/><category term='Thankgiving'/><category term='Yoshikazu Fujimoto'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='sentences'/><title type='text'>T H E * K A N S A I * K I D</title><subtitle type='html'>L O S T * I N * T R A N S I T I O N</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-2124626735922156600</id><published>2011-03-03T23:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:41:00.475+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Not Giving Up</title><content type='html'>Wow...it's 2011. Spring is coming. Ash Wednesday is next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about this before I typed this. I'm so bad about keeping up posts that it seems at this point almost a waste of time to post anything in the first place. So why am I making an entry? Mostly for my sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much on my mind. So many things to prepare for. So many things to look forward to. So many things to do at work, outside of work, in taiko, in my life in general. It's overwhelming. In the midst of all the chaos in my life, I'm also confronted by the the things that can possibly damage me spiritually. I know through experience that the prince of darkness is always near by, seducing me to do things that I know I shouldn't do as a practicing Catholic. At times like these, it feels like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I feel helpless; alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how many times I allow myself to fall, I'm never going to stop trying to pick myself up. I've come too far with much toiling to get to where I am now. It would be an insult to God if I decided to just...quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the power of the Holy Spirit, I'll persevere. Without Him, I'm incapable of doing anything. This is fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll show the world what I'm worth. Until then, I have to remain patient until I'm ready to complete my own metamorphosis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-2124626735922156600?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2124626735922156600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=2124626735922156600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/2124626735922156600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/2124626735922156600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-giving-up.html' title='Not Giving Up'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-2526822752652287162</id><published>2010-08-13T23:15:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:19:26.993+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m fine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Celebration 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no time'/><title type='text'>Wow...it's August.</title><content type='html'>I guess I'm definitely not a dedicated blogger. Sometimes, I just can't find the time to write.  Or, when I have all the time in the world to write, I usually find something else to pass the time.  Such is life, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much doubt anyone really keeps up with my blog anymore.  I don't blame them considering all the long spaces between each post.  Rest assured, I'm doing fine.  I have a ton of stuff on my mind, but I can never seem to be proactive enough to empty out the reservoirs of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Time to get ready to meet Mykky on Sado for Earth Celebration 2010~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you when I see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-2526822752652287162?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2526822752652287162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=2526822752652287162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/2526822752652287162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/2526822752652287162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2010/08/wowits-august.html' title='Wow...it&apos;s August.'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-7326621933701083242</id><published>2010-05-30T00:23:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T00:27:24.787+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog fail'/><title type='text'>...wow...</title><content type='html'>You know, I actually forgot that I had a blog for a while. I'm so behind on posts, it's not even funny. I guess I've realized I'm not a blogger. I'm never home enough to do it, and when I DO "have the time," I'm usually in the mood to do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do realize that there are the few of you (2.5 to 3.6 of you) that follow my blog, so I must apologize. I'll try to do better to update you on my life...but right now is not one of those times, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive and well and loving my life. More soon...maybe...possibly...or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-7326621933701083242?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7326621933701083242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=7326621933701083242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/7326621933701083242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/7326621933701083242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow.html' title='...wow...'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-3902827759007282163</id><published>2010-01-09T18:09:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:28:55.166+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVDs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexican food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Hello Twenty-Ten~!!!</title><content type='html'>FULL BLOG ABOUT CHRISTMAS &amp; NEW YEAR'S IN AMERICA~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON...maybe...not sure when, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING AT A TIME WHEN IT WILL BE WRITTEN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-3902827759007282163?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3902827759007282163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=3902827759007282163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/3902827759007282163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/3902827759007282163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-twenty-ten.html' title='Hello Twenty-Ten~!!!'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-5449042156932274519</id><published>2009-11-16T17:19:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:40:22.771+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kuala Lumpur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pig flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='influenza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Celebration 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sado Island'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'm still alive...barely...</title><content type='html'>FUCK THE PIG FLU~!!!  I was diagnosed with the damn flu 3 days ago.  Now I'm quarantined here at home.  Whatever.  The fact that something AWESOME is going down this Christmas is keeping me grounded.  HURRY UP AND GET HERE DECEMBER~!!!  Lord Jesus, be with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man, I haven't blogged since July.  Time flies, doesn't it?  I guess because I don't know who's actually reading this, I take blogging lightly.  It's not that I hate blogging; I don't hate writing in general, but blogging DOES in fact take time and dedication.  Though looking back at my previous entries, they've been lists of stuff I've done with just a sprinkling of what I've been feeling about the experience.  I guess because I also post pictures that I feel I must explain - and that takes up time and energy.  I suppose I should wait for people to ask before I give out any information.  Saves me time and effort at least.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mykky's visit four months ago, Matt came over for a while in August.  I surprised him with a chance to go to Earth Celebration.  Man, was he thrilled.  Matt was introduced to Yoli on the car ferry to Sado.  Saiki was once again a perfect hostess allowing us to crash at her place.  Tons of taiko workshops of course, the show, and a night playing with fire crackers.  During that time, I've learned MUCH about myself and, of course, Matt.  I'm glad he came, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September, Saiki, Susan and I spent a week going around Kuala Lumpur - my first trip outside of Japan since my arrival.  The food was amazing, though most of it was spicy.  Stuff was SUPER cheap which made me regret not taking more money to load up on clothes and the like.  Man, it was TOTALLY hot and humid, though~!!!  I thought I was going to kill myself, it was nasty.  But you know, it was really cool because everyone thought that I was Malaysian.  It felt REALLY good to feel like I belonged rather than in Japan where everyone thinks I look like a fuckin' terrorist just because I have dark skin and a beard.  Get over it Japan.  Foreigners DO in fact live in your country.  Read a history book.  Anyway, KL was a neato place.  I'd love to go back one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this month, I have something I've been planning - an early Thanksgiving get together with Kimi, Mitch, Andrew, Michelle, Lester, &amp; Krystel (along with 2 others that I haven't met before).  We'll be staying at a hostel and just kickin' it in Kyoto.  We'll each be making a dish for Thanksgiving dinner.  Just one thing though.  I hope ALL my flu symptoms are gone by the time the first few head on over to the bio hazard site, I mean my apartment.  When's that, you ask?  IN FOUR DAYS~!!!  That's just when the quarantine period ends.  Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's time for some soup and some sleep.  Until the next blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...whenever that is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-5449042156932274519?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5449042156932274519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=5449042156932274519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5449042156932274519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5449042156932274519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-im-still-alivebarely.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m still alive...barely...'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-5330461504258956427</id><published>2009-07-27T21:19:00.025+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:27:05.332+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100en shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gion Matsuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiko performance'/><title type='text'>Dancing in the Rain</title><content type='html'>Before I dive into the heart of the entry, I'd like to mention that a year ago today, I touched down on Japanese soil with the intention of living the "Japanese" lifestyle for the first time.  I have yet to, like some lucky friends have, return to the States.  Time flies tremendously fast; literally faster than a blink of an eye, but within that fleeting moment, much was learned.  It's truly amazing.  With all that's said and done, though, I miss home terribly.  Despite that, this year I feel is going to be different because I'm going to make it different.  No more playing the dumb foreigner.  My name will be known for exciting, meaningful reasons because God's blessed me with the talents to do so.  I'm done living in the shadows of second guessing.  I'm done leaving my talents on the back burner for the lame excuse that "there isn't time."&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that off my chest, let's move on, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Approximately 2 weeks ago, my older sister, Mykky (in katakana-pronunciation: "MA-I-KI"), came over to visit me for the first time.  Definitely, it was a memorable experience.  After all, it's been almost a year since I've seen family in person.  Though I'm more than thankful for modern day technology, a face to face, real conversation beats that of Skype any day.  But anyway, Mykky's visit was something I feel both of us needed to rebuild our personal, forward momentum and recharge our creativity.  We needed this time together to really be inspired to pursue, with a new zeal, our dreams and aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost 2 weeks filled with aimless walking in the city, night walking for fun (and plant collecting), shopping around for things to clothe my naked walls, and eating food that you can't get back in the States was something unforgettable, but of course there were moments that stood out more so than others.  Btw, anyone who has followed my blog up until now knows how much I love writing event lists.  Ok, here we go:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mykky's Arrival (10 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to take a half day at work enabling me to make it to the airport in time to meet Mykky.  Like an idiot however, I was waiting in front of the OTHER international gate waiting for her to stroll out.  Eventually we met up, grabbed a Coolish at Lawson and...talked on a bench at the airport for probably 3 hours before making it home.  That was the deepest conversation I've had all year.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BBQ &amp;amp; Toothbrush Fighting (11 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lazing around my apartment all day, we made it to one of my nursery schools for an evening BBQ with the teachers and the kids.  The food was delicious, and yes, they did serve corn.  Naturally.  The kids at our table were cute.  But later on, they got a bit nasty.  They started dipping their toothbrushes in their tea and spraying it all over the table, their friends, and us (my face)!  So gross.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhE9uQ9meI/AAAAAAAAAsA/azE6oZTFIrw/s1600-h/meat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhE9uQ9meI/AAAAAAAAAsA/azE6oZTFIrw/s400/meat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366114783193831906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curry Soup (12 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church, as always, was inspiring.  Lunch at a kaiten zushi yasan, snacks at Hara Donuts, and much window shopping filled our Kyoto day itinerary.  Later that night, we met up with my good friend Kohei for some good times and laughter at a curry soup restaurant.  I don't think I can handle chili peppers, but they're SO de-le-juss~!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhE9EX7LmI/AAAAAAAAArw/DmeXkWP18Zo/s1600-h/mekoheimyks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhE9EX7LmI/AAAAAAAAArw/DmeXkWP18Zo/s400/mekoheimyks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366114771948744290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Kohei &amp;amp; Mykky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAN CHIKI CHAN CHAN (13 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent another hot and humid day wandering the streets of Kyoto.  We played a few UFO catchers, ate randomly at Mr. Donuts, Mos Burger, and St. Marc Choco Cro, and shopped...again.  What was really cool though was the preparation of the floats for Gion Matsuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of them were stationary on the street, illuminated with beautiful paper lanterns.  We walked down the streets and saw some of the matsuri musicians in the floats practicing their songs on their shime daiko, fue, and atari gane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhE9bHdi8I/AAAAAAAAAr4/spXOw8DN3qQ/s1600-h/gionmykme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhE9bHdi8I/AAAAAAAAAr4/spXOw8DN3qQ/s400/gionmykme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366114778053708738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, mitsudomoe~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100en Shop Adventure (14 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after eating lunch at my apartment, we decided to head out to Joyo to find a 100en shop we kept seeing from the train.  Long story short, we ended up walking almost a station away (later realizing that the 100en store was in the OPPOSITE direction) to Izumiya and 100 Ban.  Oh well, we were still able to get some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night at a cafe, we met up with my friend Yuko who bought a set of business cards Mykky designed for her.  We talked about how in Japan, instead of giving teachers a needed break from school life, they have to worry about what formations the kids want to make for Sports Day.  Sometimes things in this country are just lame.  Really?  Formations?  C'mon~!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhFthfrIhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Gdb4nn1Yvjw/s1600-h/DSC03375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhFthfrIhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Gdb4nn1Yvjw/s400/DSC03375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366115604399596050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yuko, Mykky &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impromptu Taiko Show (15 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed out to Uji - taiko practice day.  Introduced Mykky to RAAK, a Kyoto original shop that sells prints and textiles.  We were in that store a LONG time!  Soon after, we walked to taiko practice.  Just as I figured they would, they invited us to perform for the group.  Mykky blew them out of the water with a solo-esque rendition of Suzaku (I on shime daiko support).  Everyone was so surprised that Mykky, a girl, could play as hard as she did AND involve movements at the drum.  It was such an awesome duet.  North American Taiko is freakin' AWESOME~!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsukiyaki Times (16 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more time in Kyoto to shop for things that would add character to my "typical boy's apartment."  After hitting up the Isetan, sushi shop, and Andrew's Tarts, we headed back to my area of town.  We had a dinner engagement at my friend Kazu's house - tsukiyaki with the family.  It was great, home-cooked tsukiyaki, complete with a crazy dance performance from their wild little girl...and some TV.  Fun times.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gion Matsuri (17 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up in yukata and jinbei and headed out to Kyoto early in the morning to grab a good spot to view the Yamaboko Junko float procession.  We ran into Masashi on the train.  He was headed to Kobe.  It was both our first time witnessing the procession.  Those floats were HUGE.  Later on, though, it started to look like the same thing over and over, so we decided to just walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhIMeSERrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Nmidz55cBDQ/s1600-h/DSC03448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhIMeSERrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Nmidz55cBDQ/s400/DSC03448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366118335136417458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That float behind us is taller that you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We ended up in Gion to watch the Shinkosai around 6pm.  All those guys chanting and carrying those portable shrines - awesome.  We even tried to escape the crowd and instead, ended up at the head of the shrine procession.  All these guys started really running in the street with the shrine; we almost got run over by the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhHH8suJFI/AAAAAAAAAsg/nvLWXprkwMM/s1600-h/DSC03573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhHH8suJFI/AAAAAAAAAsg/nvLWXprkwMM/s400/DSC03573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366117157890303058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mykky in Gion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhHHtX4nxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Q8EHy4BWQ_o/s1600-h/DSC03578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhHHtX4nxI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Q8EHy4BWQ_o/s400/DSC03578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366117153776377618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WASSHOI~!!! WASSHOI~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On our way home, I started waving and dancing AT people on the passing trains at the eki.  THAT was funny.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhHIUIbq-I/AAAAAAAAAso/KeVa9w1I_48/s1600-h/DSC03611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhHIUIbq-I/AAAAAAAAAso/KeVa9w1I_48/s400/DSC03611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366117164180548578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trains.  TRAINS~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE MOSQUITOES~!!! (18 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late in the morning and headed out to Fushimi Inari after lunch for a nice walk through the torii gates.  Or at least we THOUGHT it was going to be a nice stroll around the shrine until we started getting eaten alive by all the freakin' mosquitoes.  I hate mosquitoes.  Seriously, foreigner blood is DELICIOUS to bugs here in Japan.  Later on, we stopped by my "local" department store approximately less than 10 minutes away from my house and had dinner there.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhIrAV6PAI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6l7sJjR71bI/s1600-h/DSC03657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhIrAV6PAI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6l7sJjR71bI/s400/DSC03657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366118859675417602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiles mask our itchy, mosquito-bitten skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyoto Shopping: Round 472 (19 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the city for church.  Afterwards, we went shopping for stuff, more window shopping, and back for more sushi.  The sky seemed to open up randomly and pour its guts out on the unsuspecting people below.  Making our way back to Kyoto eki to head home, we saw some of the Gion Matsuri musicians playing in front of a shrine on Shijo.  That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhJwdwjVII/AAAAAAAAAtQ/FF8rIcrx7pk/s1600-h/DSC03759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhJwdwjVII/AAAAAAAAAtQ/FF8rIcrx7pk/s400/DSC03759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366120052982764674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bowling @ Round 1 (20 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lazy day at my pad.  We woke up late and ended up watching "My Neighboors: The Yamada's."  Later that night, we went out again with Kohei to a famous gyoza chain.  Natsuko called later on, so we picked her up and the four of us went to Round 1 for a couple of games of bowling.  We even did some UFO catching and played some coin games.  It rained hard again that night, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poke &amp;amp; Turn (21 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed out to Osaka to meet Mykky's friend, Hector, who I found out I knew because I met him before during Chinese New Year in Kobe - small world.  Ate at a cool do-it-yourself takoyaki joint called Pizza Ball.  The trick = poke and turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhKNQ-vhDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/GJXz4uuqUYs/s1600-h/DSC03786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhKNQ-vhDI/AAAAAAAAAtY/GJXz4uuqUYs/s400/DSC03786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366120547768828978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hector, Mykky &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shopped (of course) before meeting up with Asako and her husband &amp;amp; baby.  We went to Fuugetsu for some okonomiyaki.  It rained hard that night; it was AWESOME~!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhKN6udtiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/2Gl64vtaO54/s1600-h/DSC03798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhKN6udtiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/2Gl64vtaO54/s400/DSC03798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366120558974842402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mykky w/ Mio, Gou, &amp;amp; Asako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe it's time already. (22 July)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading to the airport, we had lunch at Shakey's Pizza and took some last-minute purikura.  We finally headed to the airport, and Mykky departed home at around 5pm.  I had a strong desire NOT to return home right away.  So instead, I headed to Rinkuu Town to get my mind off of things...feelings and reactions I'll never outgrow, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing about the 21st of August.  When it rained hard that night, Mykky and I decided to spontaneously play in the rain for a good 15 to 20 minutes.  It was cool because we felt like carefree kids again - splashing in puddles and playing in the torrential downpour.  I think this was my favorite moment of Mykky's visit.  I think it's my all-time favorite moment this past year~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on the time Mykky was here, I know now what I need to do to progress forward.  With faith in myself and in Him, I know I can do anything.  I refuse to give up.  Not here; not now; not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhMq1ahVSI/AAAAAAAAAto/JwPh26rK5XA/s1600-h/purikura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhMq1ahVSI/AAAAAAAAAto/JwPh26rK5XA/s400/purikura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366123254788478242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-5330461504258956427?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5330461504258956427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=5330461504258956427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5330461504258956427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5330461504258956427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/07/dancing-in-rain.html' title='Dancing in the Rain'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SnhE9uQ9meI/AAAAAAAAAsA/azE6oZTFIrw/s72-c/meat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-7211829204041889568</id><published>2009-06-08T20:08:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:51:32.905+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan Yamami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacramento Taiko Dan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asano Taiko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiffany Tamaribuchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hakusan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristy Oshiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ishikawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shidara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='okedo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maz Baba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoshikazu Fujimoto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAIKOPROJECT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiko'/><title type='text'>Asano Taiko 400th Anniversary Celebration</title><content type='html'>I took a day off from work to head out to the Hakusan area in the Ishikawa prefecture for Asano Taiko's 400th Anniversary Celebration (June 4 - June 7). It was a pretty chill weekend to tell you the truth, although I was sick during the time I went...sucks. But anyway, because I found out about this event later than most people who knew about it, I wasn't able to take any workshops. Or at least I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Yuta's sister, Julia, and she was able to get me into a singing/okedo workshop with Kodo's most senior member, THE Yoshikazu Fujimoto. It was such an awesome class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvw0_EuII/AAAAAAAAAro/QNDyC1MF1J8/s1600-h/YoshikazuFujimoto.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvw0_EuII/AAAAAAAAAro/QNDyC1MF1J8/s400/YoshikazuFujimoto.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355676897777072258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoshikazu Fujimoto is SO cool~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also thought that I wasn't going to get into the concert, but thankfully, I was able to squeeze in. I watched "THE TAIKO CONCERT" from the cry room of the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the workshops and the concert, there were things being sold and mini live concerts at the Asano site. I even ran into Bryan &amp;amp; Maz of TAIKOPROJECT, Tiffany &amp;amp; Kristy of Sacramento Taiko Dan, and Chabo &amp;amp; Megan of Shidara. I was also invited to help carry the portable shrine to bless the Asano site.  It was awesome times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvOWQjZMI/AAAAAAAAArI/xVPyqrlRbtk/s1600-h/BryanMeMaz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvOWQjZMI/AAAAAAAAArI/xVPyqrlRbtk/s400/BryanMeMaz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355676305413334210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With Bryan &amp;amp; Maz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvQPH3chI/AAAAAAAAArY/hBCuIxrxiUk/s1600-h/mechabotiffmegan.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvQPH3chI/AAAAAAAAArY/hBCuIxrxiUk/s400/mechabotiffmegan.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355676337857589778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With Chabo, Tiffany, &amp;amp; Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvPHHw25I/AAAAAAAAArQ/CWaC0_Nr0S0/s1600-h/KristyMe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvPHHw25I/AAAAAAAAArQ/CWaC0_Nr0S0/s400/KristyMe.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355676318529805202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With Kristy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvRPBLJRI/AAAAAAAAArg/4S-iI3oQmkk/s1600-h/mikoshi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvRPBLJRI/AAAAAAAAArg/4S-iI3oQmkk/s400/mikoshi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355676355009389842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This was SO heavy~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good weekend filled with nothing but the sound of taiko. I'm inspired to really do something with taiko this year. I feel it's time. Wish me luck, everyone~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvN5ZMEeI/AAAAAAAAArA/cbaITF5akP4/s1600-h/asano.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvN5ZMEeI/AAAAAAAAArA/cbaITF5akP4/s400/asano.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355676297664926178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-7211829204041889568?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7211829204041889568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=7211829204041889568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/7211829204041889568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/7211829204041889568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/06/asano-taiko-400th-anniversary_08.html' title='Asano Taiko 400th Anniversary Celebration'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlMvw0_EuII/AAAAAAAAAro/QNDyC1MF1J8/s72-c/YoshikazuFujimoto.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-4407897192669806956</id><published>2009-05-11T20:19:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:51:24.370+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yaeyama Islands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kumamoto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Okinawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyushu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nagasaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sakurajima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iriomote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miyazaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taketomi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catholics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ishigaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kagoshima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yubu Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fukuoka'/><title type='text'>Southern Japan: COMPLETE~!!!  :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What an intense 2 weeks. I've learned a lot on this past trip to Okinawa and mainland Kyushu. I took a REALLY long trip with a friend to the south (but in retrospect, maybe it was too long). At any rate, I'm really glad I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, there are several links to my photobucket galleries in each of the prefectures I've visited.  Please check them out and comment on them if you want.  :)  Enjoy~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Thoughts About 沖縄 (Okinawa):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Naha and the Yaeyama Islands.  It was such a surreal place with many areas showcasing the magnificence of Okinawa's natural beauty.  By far, my favorite place was Taketomi.  It literally was like a dream paradise.  So many beaches, all of which are accessible by bike, tons of good food, and at least one or two people at their house playing a sanshin (Okinawa's snake shamisen) and/or singing.  You seriously hear music while you're going around the island.  The waters were crystalline blue and the sunsets seemed to peacefully explode in the sky.  People in Okinawa, in general, are really chill people.  I've never felt so relaxed traveling.  I loved my beard and mustache especially during Okinawa week because everyone else had a beard and mustache!  I totally blended in - there was a strong feeling of home.  I'd go back to Okinawa in a heartbeat - especially the Yaeyama Islands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Thoughts About Mainland &lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;九州 (Kyushu) Prefectures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to visit all of mainland Kyushu's prefectures.  After the trip, I can honestly say that Kyushu is probably the coolest place in Japan as of right now.  Just like Okinawa, people in Kyushu were exceptionally peaceful, helpful, and kind individuals.  Not only that, but the food was amazing.  Visually, the old and the new coexist in harmoniously.  Everything in Kyushu seemed so balanced.  My favorite place was Nagasaki because it's metropolitan and historical simultaneously.  Not to mention the fact that the catholic community is HUGE.  Being in Nagasaki made me wonder why I never applied to live there.  I should've done my research (but Kyoto's awesome, anyway).  On a side note, the Dontaku Festival in Fukuoka was interesting, but definitely not exciting.  I wouldn't want to see it again, nor would I recommend someone to see it.  A festival like Gion Matsuri would be time and money well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Overall Assessment:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Okinawa, especially Taketomi.  I love Kyushu, especially Nagasaki.  You should go.  Don't go to Dontaku Festival - it's not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for the logistics of the trip (with links to picture galleries).  Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 24 - Fri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, I stayed at my friend Taka's house because he was going to drive me to the airport the following day.  His family's pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 25 - Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Landed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;那覇市&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_comma" style="display: none;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; (Naha)&lt;br /&gt;Checked into hostel - Base Hostel&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Afro Nest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Window shopping on 国際通り (Kokusai-dori)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 26 - Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booked a Naha tour &amp;amp; went to:&lt;br /&gt;万座毛 (Cape Manza)&lt;br /&gt;沖縄美ら海水族館 (Okinawa Churaumi Aquarium)&lt;br /&gt;熱帯ドリームセンター (Tropical Dream Center)&lt;br /&gt;今帰仁城 (Nakijin Castle)&lt;br /&gt;ナゴパイナップルパーク (Nago Pineapple Park)&lt;br /&gt;おきなわワールド (Okinawa World) &amp;amp; 玉泉洞 (Gyokusendo Cave)&lt;br /&gt;Shopping on 国際通り (Kokusai-dori)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 27 - Mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to首里城 (Shuri Castle)&lt;br /&gt;Took a boat to 石垣島 (Ishigaki)&lt;br /&gt;Checked into hostel - Yashima Youth Hostel&lt;br /&gt;Shopping on 市役所通り (Shiyakusho-dori)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://photobucket.com/Noel-in-Naha" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*** CLICK HERE FOR NAHA PIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 28 - Tue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass Boat @ 川平湾 (Kabira Bay)&lt;br /&gt;Played around 米子焼工房 (Yoneko Yaki Kobo)&lt;br /&gt;Snorkled @ 米原 (Yonehara Beach)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner @ まーさん (Maasan)&lt;br /&gt;Drank @ the hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/Noel-in-Ishigaki" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*** CLICK HERE FOR ISHIGAKI PIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 29 - Wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a boat to 竹富島 (Taketomi)&lt;br /&gt;Checked into hostel - 竹富ゲストハウス ジュテーム (Taketomi Guest House Je t'aime)&lt;br /&gt;Rented a bike and went around:&lt;br /&gt;コンドイ浜 (Kondoi Beach)&lt;br /&gt;カイジ浜 (Kaji Beach)&lt;br /&gt;集落 (Ryukyu Village)&lt;br /&gt;なごみの塔 (Nagomi Tower)&lt;br /&gt;Lunch @ HaaYa Nagomi Cafe&lt;br /&gt;Random biking through the Ryukyu Village&lt;br /&gt;Rode a 水牛車 (Water Buffalo Cart)&lt;br /&gt;More random biking through the Ryukyu Village&lt;br /&gt;Hung out at Kondoi Beach till sunset&lt;br /&gt;Hung out and drank @ Take-to-Me bar @ hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/Noel-in-Taketomi" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*** CLICK HERE FOR TAKETOMI PIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 30 - Thu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a boat to 西表島 (Iriomote)&lt;br /&gt;Checked into hostel - 西表自然学校 (Iriomote Nature School)&lt;br /&gt;Cruised up 浦内川 (Urauchi River)&lt;br /&gt;Hiked to マリユドゥの滝 (Mariyudu Waterfalls)&lt;br /&gt;First onsen experience @ 西表島温泉 (Iriomotejima Onsen)&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with the owner &amp;amp; kids @ hostel&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner @ hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/Noel-in-Iriomote" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*** CLICK HERE FOR IRIOMOTE PIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1 - Fri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus to 由布島 (Yubu Island) site&lt;br /&gt;Walked Yubu Island @ low tide&lt;br /&gt;Played around the garden, saw some animals, ate stuff&lt;br /&gt;Took a water buffalo cart back to bus loading site&lt;br /&gt;Bus to port back to Ishigaki&lt;br /&gt;Flew to 福岡市 (Fukuoka)&lt;br /&gt;Checked into hotel&lt;br /&gt;Dinner @ ramen stand for Hakata Ramen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/Noel-on-Yubu-Island" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*** CLICK HERE FOR YUBU ISLAND PIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2 - Sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train to 太宰府 (Dazaifu) area&lt;br /&gt;太宰府天満宮 (Dazaifu Tenman-gu)&lt;br /&gt;Train then bus to 福岡タワー (Fukuoka Tower) &amp;amp; ROBOSQUARE&lt;br /&gt;Hung out @ 大濠公園 (Ohori Park)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner @ udon shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 3 - Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung around 博多 (Hakata) for the 博多どんたく (Hakata Dontaku Festival)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner w/ some new JET friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/Noel-in-Fukuoka" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*** CLICK HERE FOR FUKUOKA PIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 4 - Mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus to &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;大分県 (Oita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;Train to 臼杵磨崖仏 (Usuki Stone Buddhas)&lt;br /&gt;Check into ryokan in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;別府市 (Beppu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;Dinner with JET friends&lt;br /&gt;Onsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/Noel-in-Oita" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*** CLICK HERE FOR OITA PIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 5 - Tue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus to 血の池地獄 (Blood Pond Hell)&lt;br /&gt;Train to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;宮崎県 (Miyazaki)&lt;br /&gt;Bus to 鵜戸神宮 (Udo Shrine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;Checked into ryokan - すずや旅館 (Suzuya Ryokan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;Dinner @ local izakaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/Noel-in-Miyazaki" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*** CLICK HERE FOR MIYAZAKI PIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 6 - Wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;鹿児島市 (Kagoshima)&lt;br /&gt;Bus to 指宿市 (Ibusuki)&lt;br /&gt;Bus, train, then boat to 桜島 (Sakurajima)&lt;br /&gt;Played in a dinosaur park&lt;br /&gt;Hung out at a lava rock park...thing...till sunset&lt;br /&gt;Checked into hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/Noel-in-Kagoshima" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*** CLICK HERE FOR KAGOSHIMA PIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 7 - Thu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus to &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;熊本市 (Kumamoto)&lt;br /&gt;But to hostel&lt;br /&gt;Bus to 阿蘇山 (Mt. Aso) &amp;amp; the crater&lt;br /&gt;Onsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 8 - Fri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;佐賀県 (Saga)&lt;br /&gt;Walked to 吉野ヶ里 遺跡 (the Yoshinogari Site)&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Ashley's apartment&lt;br /&gt;Dinner @ Jaya's apartment w/ her family &amp;amp; other Saga JET friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s824.photobucket.com/albums/zz165/jpdnoelg/Kumamoto-Saga/" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*** CLICK HERE FOR KUMAMOTO &amp;amp; SAGA PIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 9 - Sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train to &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;長崎市 (Nagasaki)&lt;br /&gt;Took the street car to hit up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji" lang="ja"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大浦天主堂 (Oura Catholic Church)&lt;br /&gt;Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;崇福寺 (Sofuku-ji)&lt;br /&gt;東明山興福寺 (Tomeizan Kofuku-ji)&lt;br /&gt;Nagasaki Atomic Bomb Museum&lt;br /&gt;Nagasaki National Peace Memorial Hall for the Atomic Bomb Victims&lt;br /&gt;Atomic Bomb Hypocenter&lt;br /&gt;Nagasaki Peace Park&lt;br /&gt;浦上天主堂 (Urakami Cathedral)&lt;br /&gt;日本二十六聖人殉教地 (Site of the Martyrdom of the 26 Saints of Japan)&lt;br /&gt;Train to Fukuoka&lt;br /&gt;Spent the nite @ an internet cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s824.photobucket.com/albums/zz165/jpdnoelg/Nagasaki/" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*** CLICK HERE FOR NAGASAKI PIX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 10 - Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullettrain back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-4407897192669806956?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4407897192669806956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=4407897192669806956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4407897192669806956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4407897192669806956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/05/southern-japan-complete-d.html' title='Southern Japan: COMPLETE~!!!  :D'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-3210738736428427078</id><published>2009-04-13T22:28:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:51:12.792+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyoto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Osaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maiko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sakura blossoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tour guide'/><title type='text'>Kimi's Visit</title><content type='html'>It was awesome, my first overseas visitor - my really good friend Kimi visited from Vegas~!!!  It was her first time visiting mainland Japan, so it was a week of me playing tour guide.  Here are the things we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 6 - Mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi landed.  My teacher and I picked her up from the airport and then had dinner at a conveyor belt sushi restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 7 - Tue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around to look at cherry blossoms.  They were in full bloom just in time for Kimi's visit.  After that, we walked around Fushimi Inari to look at all the torii gates.  Meandering throught Yasaka Shrine to fool her, I surprised Kimi with a trip to Gion for a maiko (apprentice geisha) make-over, her belated birthday/Christmas gift.  She was really surprised~!!!  We took a bunch of photos as we walked around Gion.  Later that night, we met up with my good friend, Kohei, and his fiancée (a friend, too), Natsuko, for some awesome yaki-niku.  BBQ beef is so f-ing delicious.  I could never be vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s824.photobucket.com/albums/zz165/jpdnoelg/KimiWeek/MaikoTime/" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CLICK HERE TO SEE THE PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 8 - Wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Uji for some tea shopping and to see Phoenix Hall and Uji River.  After that, we hit up Kyoto for some random shopping and people watching.  For dinner, I took her out to a yakitori shop I frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s824.photobucket.com/albums/zz165/jpdnoelg/KimiWeek/UjiTime/" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CLICK HERE TO SEE THE PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 9 - Thu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a day trip to Toei Uzumasa Eigamura Movie Museum.  It was actually pretty neat.  It was my first time going there, but I think it meant more to Kimi because this was the actual set where they filmed some old Japanese samurai TV program she used to watch when she was growing up in Hawaii.  After playing around there, we passed through Koryuji before finally hitting up Golden Pavilion (of course, a must see if you're visiting Kyoto for the first time).  Did more people watching in Kyoto and had dinner at Mos Burger.  YEAH~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s824.photobucket.com/albums/zz165/jpdnoelg/KimiWeek/MovieTime/" target="_blank" title="TITLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CLICK HERE TO SEE THE PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 10 - Good Fri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was temple hopping.  We went to Kiyomizu-dera, the Hall of the Lotus King, and Nishi Hongan-ji (the mother Buddhist church that Kimi belongs to in Hawaii).  On the way, we stopped by this small bakery and had carrot cookies.  We ate at a donburi shop and ended the day with coffee at Doutour.  Thumbs up for all the staples of Japan, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 11 - Holy Sat.&lt;/span&gt; We had a bunch of time, so we headed to Nara to check out Todai Temple and play with the deer in Nara Park.  Check out this rad photo!  Who else can say they fed a deer under a blossoming cherry tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlCUdeOjbcI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Qbv25IKmlkU/s1600-h/Nara-deer.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlCUdeOjbcI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Qbv25IKmlkU/s400/Nara-deer.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354943190994742722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, we made our way to Osaka to mess around Dotonbori.  We met up with Kohei again for okonomiyaki and takoyaki.  We also just walked around the shopping areas in and around America Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlCU66SIQZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/65V3bbodEto/s1600-h/DotonboriKimiNoel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlCU66SIQZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/65V3bbodEto/s400/DotonboriKimiNoel.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354943696742138258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 12 - Easter Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER~!!!  CHRIST IS RISEN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After going to church, I met up with Kimi around Osaka Castle.  We walked pretty much the entire castle grounds and even ate food at the vendor booths.  Finally, it was time for us to head back to the airport so Kimi could catch her plane back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an awesome week.  Good food, good sites, good times, all shared with more than good company.  Btw, I never used so much Japanese in one week.  Yeah for practice~!!!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-3210738736428427078?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/3210738736428427078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=3210738736428427078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/3210738736428427078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/3210738736428427078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/04/kimis-visit.html' title='Kimi&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SlCUdeOjbcI/AAAAAAAAAqw/Qbv25IKmlkU/s72-c/Nara-deer.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-7989086868591397059</id><published>2009-03-28T21:33:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:47:50.031+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voteearth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyoto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='京都市'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='日本'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthhour'/><title type='text'>EARTH HOUR 2009</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I turned off all my stuff right at 8:30pm.  Alright, now it's the opposite side of the world's turn.  HAPPY EARTH HOUR EVERYONE~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOCATION:  Kyoto Prefecture, Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sc4b3swV33I/AAAAAAAAAqY/iDEhjEErSzM/s1600-h/VOTEEARTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sc4b3swV33I/AAAAAAAAAqY/iDEhjEErSzM/s400/VOTEEARTH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318218853691809650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sc4Sdz7EGfI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BKRNTVhlwpU/s1600-h/earth-hour.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-7989086868591397059?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7989086868591397059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=7989086868591397059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/7989086868591397059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/7989086868591397059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2009.html' title='EARTH HOUR 2009'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sc4b3swV33I/AAAAAAAAAqY/iDEhjEErSzM/s72-c/VOTEEARTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-8429997201685671916</id><published>2009-03-26T23:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:06:43.699+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homestyk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentences'/><title type='text'>Again, not making fun, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, let's lighten the blog's mood with more Engrish (yes, Engrish) from my students.  This stuff = golden material.  Refer to &lt;a href="http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/search?q=bilbo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the first set of Engrish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SENTENCES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Who is playing the piano in boy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Do you know she what to doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I know she doing is Mary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  My home in the much book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  They names baby &amp;amp; Taro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Well, this year's resolution is "Beaf."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Here is daby name the Taro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I like is winter more somer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  No, down is resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. We have to do yo know resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Burger it's hard for me Yuki.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I can spiekes English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Wornig the U.Stars homestyk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WORDS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;language - larguagen&lt;/div&gt;* You know, I really don't understand your larguagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right - helse&lt;/div&gt;* Turn left.  No wait, turn helse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;delicious - drilciecur&lt;/div&gt;* I'm in the mood for some drilciecur sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;borrow - doreew&lt;/div&gt;* May I doreew this throwing knife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday - froday&lt;/div&gt;* Thankfully, the 80's Party is on froday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-8429997201685671916?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8429997201685671916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=8429997201685671916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/8429997201685671916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/8429997201685671916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/again-not-making-fun-but.html' title='Again, not making fun, but...'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-189739161652380474</id><published>2009-03-23T22:21:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:23:15.240+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hug'/><title type='text'>A Simple Hug - A Heavy Realization</title><content type='html'>Japan seems to amplify emotions like no other experience can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Kohei, his friend Kazu, and I hung out last Saturday night. After walking around looking at the illuminated garden at a temple, we decided to go to dinner together. We had such a great time, joking around, talking about all sorts of stuff (all in Japanese of course...crazy, I can actually hold a conversation in Japanese), drinking, and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was time to ship out to catch the last trains. In the subway, right before Kazu boarded his train, he told me it was nice to meet me and how much fun he had. He then moved in for a hug. I was thrown off guard by the gesture, but returned it equally. He boarded the train, and we waved at him as it took off. My first thought, "That was very American of him to do that." (Yeah, I know other people in the world hug, too, that was just my first thought, though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've been in a state of contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living here in Japan for this long has desensitized me to something I've been told I'm really good at - hugging. To me, it's more than just an action - it's language. A hug can convey love and truth. A hug can tell a lifetime story. A hug can lift days, months, years of emotional turmoil. A hug is important for stability, security, and self-awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown up utilizing this language in my everyday life, so why was it so easy to forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, that hug felt really good. It felt sincere. Maybe because it was a received hug? Take my American/English-speaking friends here, for example. We've hugged before. In retrospect, I think for some of them, we wouldn't have hugged unless I motioned to do so. Nonetheless, we did hug or had some kind of physical language/interaction with each other. However, those times were in the midst of traveling or some major event; the things being experienced at the time blocked out the recognition of feelings in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, though, it was an easy, laid-back day. I had all the time in the world to notice anything and everything. Maybe it was shocking because Kazu's a Japanese citizen. I've been accustomed to seeing people here bow, or wave, or nod, or NOTHING at all with one another (and yeah, that's WITH friends). Then all of a sudden, someone says goodbye to me the way I would someone else that WASN'T Japanese? What the hell's going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, in that moment, I think the memory of every hug I've given to people in my life hit me all at once. I felt like I was home, but at the same time, my heart felt very heavy because it was looking for something it has been yearning for all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so simple can make you think about your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so simple can make you feel so loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so simple can make you feel really lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-189739161652380474?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/189739161652380474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=189739161652380474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/189739161652380474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/189739161652380474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-hug-heavy-realization_23.html' title='A Simple Hug - A Heavy Realization'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-4045484524309967218</id><published>2009-03-23T21:53:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:23:06.759+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanatōro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='高台寺'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kōdai-ji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='花灯路'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hōryū-ji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='法隆寺'/><title type='text'>March 19 ~ 21</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's event list time. Enjoy~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended an elementary school's graduation ceremony. Later that night, I went to an enkai and karaoke bar with my other elementary school's teachers. Yes, that means I drank more. I think most Japanese people get drunk WAY too fast, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed out to Nara to hit up &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;法隆寺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Hōryū-ji) with my buddy Kohei and his cool friend, Yasu. Afterward, we had a たこ焼き (takoyaki - octopus dumpling) party and Kohei's place - Kohei's super nice fiancée, Natsuko, joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceGn_HHo1I/AAAAAAAAApY/yafpxAWZiAs/s1600-h/kurione01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 299px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316365906648474450" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceGn_HHo1I/AAAAAAAAApY/yafpxAWZiAs/s400/kurione01.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Chūmon (Inner Gate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceGmwKbL_I/AAAAAAAAApQ/hTDs0RIAYuw/s1600-h/kurione02.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 301px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316365885455937522" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceGmwKbL_I/AAAAAAAAApQ/hTDs0RIAYuw/s400/kurione02.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 5-Tier Pagoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceGlTXnuyI/AAAAAAAAApI/tABFIQ80u5k/s1600-h/takoyaki.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316365860546788130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceGlTXnuyI/AAAAAAAAApI/tABFIQ80u5k/s400/takoyaki.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me w/ Yasu &amp;amp; Natsuko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceGkFunVFI/AAAAAAAAApA/J_nEWGv0Vb4/s1600-h/thefoods.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 280px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316365839705265234" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceGkFunVFI/AAAAAAAAApA/J_nEWGv0Vb4/s400/thefoods.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Takoyaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my friend's boyfriend's joint photo exhibition. Later that night, I met up with Kohei and his really cool buddy Kazu. We trekked to &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;高台寺 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kōdai-ji&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;) to experience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;花灯路 (hanatōro), or "flower and light road," which is the spring version of the Light-Up event in autumn (refer to the &lt;a href="http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/ec-reunion-part-i.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EC Reunion Part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Later, we went to a 焼き鳥屋さん (yakitoriyasan - BBQ skewer bar) called すみ家 (Sumika)...yes, we drank. I drink a lot in Japan...that's good AND bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceIj3CrpEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/51TOACgnH6Q/s1600-h/kodaiji01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 301px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316368034786157634" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceIj3CrpEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/51TOACgnH6Q/s400/kodaiji01.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceIjsYRIEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/5tnIHU6BpCc/s1600-h/kodaiji02.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 301px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316368031923904578" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceIjsYRIEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/5tnIHU6BpCc/s400/kodaiji02.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceIiKkPe1I/AAAAAAAAApw/tNqwFSXCoFc/s1600-h/kodaiji03.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316368005667453778" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceIiKkPe1I/AAAAAAAAApw/tNqwFSXCoFc/s400/kodaiji03.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceIhS6YKrI/AAAAAAAAApo/CDe3vYcI0JY/s1600-h/beers.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316367990727912114" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceIhS6YKrI/AAAAAAAAApo/CDe3vYcI0JY/s400/beers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kazu &amp;amp; Me (...man, the lighting sucks...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceIgV01nNI/AAAAAAAAApg/MYigFIm6nSk/s1600-h/theskewers.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316367974330113234" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceIgV01nNI/AAAAAAAAApg/MYigFIm6nSk/s400/theskewers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-4045484524309967218?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4045484524309967218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=4045484524309967218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4045484524309967218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4045484524309967218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-hug-heavy-realization.html' title='March 19 ~ 21'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SceGn_HHo1I/AAAAAAAAApY/yafpxAWZiAs/s72-c/kurione01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-8877539195483216218</id><published>2009-03-18T21:51:00.016+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:03:27.223+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='太鼓'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='和食'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='和歌山県'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='和太鼓'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shigo Senryo Daiko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hashimoto-shi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='橋本市'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='四郷千両太鼓'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wakayama-ken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiko'/><title type='text'>四郷千両太鼓 Weekend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend (Saturday, March 14th), my friend Asako invited me to her home town in 和歌山県 (Wakayama prefecture) because the group there, 四郷千両太鼓 (Shigo Senryo Daiko), was having a concert. Shigo was the group my older sister Kamille joined when she was a JET ALT back in the day. It was also the beginning of her love for taiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it took almost 3 hours and 3 train transfers to get from my apartment to 和歌山県. But that was after I went to Uji - 15 minutes from my house in the opposite direction - to get some omiyage for Asako's parents and for Shigo. I didn't mind though; it was all for taiko. Btw, here's a random picture of Asako's mom's hina matsuri doll collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEIAgc3PfI/AAAAAAAAAow/iHe_nGKV-Sk/s1600-h/hinamatsuri.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314537840077913586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEIAgc3PfI/AAAAAAAAAow/iHe_nGKV-Sk/s400/hinamatsuri.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Crazy, huh? Pretty awesome, I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, my "day trip" to Wakayama turned out to be an over-night stay, hence why I got Asako's parents omiyage. They graciously allowed me to crash at their house, which by the way is less than a 5 minute walk from Shigo's dojo. CRAZY~!!! I bought omiyage for the group, too, because I was invited to their after-party to mingle, eat, drink...and play...maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a VERY small problem on the way there. You see, I had used my ICOCA card which is similar to the Kanto region's SUICA card and Hokkaido's KITACA card - a debit like card for riding the trains so you don't have to fumble around with coins and bills to buy train tickets. I didn't realize that the area I was going to was SO 田舎 (rural) that the card wasn't acceptable anymore. Thankfully Asako was there to help me through that (I met up with her and her baby, Mio, in 橋本市 [Hashimoto City], the city where my sister lived).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEFuYDqI5I/AAAAAAAAAn4/SVp2AsJPq4w/s1600-h/hashimoto.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314535329563812754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEFuYDqI5I/AAAAAAAAAn4/SVp2AsJPq4w/s400/hashimoto.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time to drop my crap off at the house, so I brought everything to the concert hall in かつらぎ町 (Katsuragi Town). There, Asako and I ate bentos (from her parents' bento shop) before the concert - it was DE-LE-JUSS bento times~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was pretty awesome. They played a few original pieces, some kids performed a piece, and a number of pieces made famous by 鼓童 (Kodo), the world's premier taiko ensemble, were performed. Anyone who lives in Japan and plays taiko knows that virtually ALL the taiko groups in Japan play 2 or more pieces from 鼓童. But I was indifferent to that; just being able to be AROUND taiko is a blessing. Check out their original piece entitled &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PH9TpMbwc7c&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"Mドリーム"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (M Dream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to briefly meet the 2 ALTs that were currently performing with Shigo. They were pretty nice people. I was hoping to get to talk with them a little more, but they had a prior engagement and was unable to attend the after-party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, we finally headed to the house where we relaxed until Shigo was finally done cleaning the concert hall, packing up, and unloading the gear back into the studio. I didn't head over to meet them at the dojo till about 12:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was beer, bento, sushi, beer, fried-food platters, beer, pizza and beer. Everyone seemed so nice ESPECIALLY because they knew I was Kamille's younger brother and that I'm a seasoned taiko performer. Everyone was busy laughing, drinking, smoking, eating, and drinking when they started passing around the comment papers from the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEGRRA0u7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/R1oNmDUKU7s/s1600-h/foods.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314535928968297394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEGRRA0u7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/R1oNmDUKU7s/s400/foods.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEGQoR6AvI/AAAAAAAAAoA/yIitSYTILW8/s1600-h/reading.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314535918034092786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEGQoR6AvI/AAAAAAAAAoA/yIitSYTILW8/s400/reading.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they read EVERY single one of them. While they were reading, I took a picture of their cool HUGE okedo odaiko. They finally finished reading all the comments at around 2:30am. Seeing that my beer glass was empty, one of the group's top players, Hiroshi, asked me to sit next to him as he poured me more beer and talked all night about our passion for taiko. He's a pretty cool cat; I'd love to hang out and play taiko with him in the future for sure. I didn't get to sleep until before 4:00am. What a night~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEHMzk5bkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/_u_v1YCq0Ug/s1600-h/taiko.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536951858687554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEHMzk5bkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/_u_v1YCq0Ug/s400/taiko.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What a DOPE drum~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEHL7vHJuI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vT1ZyhggSJk/s1600-h/Hiroshi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536936869144290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEHL7vHJuI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vT1ZyhggSJk/s400/Hiroshi.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Hiroshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I finally woke up just before 12:00 noon, Asako's mother prepared a GIGANTIC lunch. I should've taken a picture, but I wasn't fully awake enough to remember to bust out my camera. We had オムライス (omelet rice), clam soup, 焼きそば (yakisoba), tofu, grilled ハマチ (hamachi), 海老天ぷら(shrimp tempura), サツマイモ天ぷら (sweet potato tempura), and some kinda snail meat. You think that's enough food~!!? It was so good AND all homemade from their shop (their shop is part of their house)~!!! I couldn't finish it all~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sent me away with some homemade sushi. Man, that was good, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEHmqyi4RI/AAAAAAAAAoo/UtqKQowXvG8/s1600-h/sushi1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314537396176609554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEHmqyi4RI/AAAAAAAAAoo/UtqKQowXvG8/s400/sushi1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEHl-IzsmI/AAAAAAAAAog/LL6Ej9Nk_L0/s1600-h/sushi2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314537384190390882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEHl-IzsmI/AAAAAAAAAog/LL6Ej9Nk_L0/s400/sushi2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally getting back home, I was inspired to really get off my thinking block and get to work. I'll be on an artist-kick for a while...I hope. WISH ME LUCK~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEIS5GM0BI/AAAAAAAAAo4/H2tKpvidMQM/s1600-h/thecrew.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314538155931389970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEIS5GM0BI/AAAAAAAAAo4/H2tKpvidMQM/s400/thecrew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-8877539195483216218?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8877539195483216218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=8877539195483216218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/8877539195483216218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/8877539195483216218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend.html' title='四郷千両太鼓 Weekend'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/ScEIAgc3PfI/AAAAAAAAAow/iHe_nGKV-Sk/s72-c/hinamatsuri.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-8499243686045798068</id><published>2009-03-11T18:56:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:04:49.978+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='won&apos;t lose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neck sprain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>I'm really pissed off right now~!!!</title><content type='html'>It's so STUPID how this happened, but I have sprained neck~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was fine this morning.  Woke up, made breakfast, dressed, but I had in itch on my back.  I couldn't reach it (or figure out its exact coordinates), so I tried using the mirror to see what might be causing it (something I've done before, so in my mind, it wasn't an issue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was turning and trying to figure out where it was until I heard a pop-like-tear followed by excruciating pain on the right side of my neck.  I fell to the floor and doubled over on my bed.  I got up and I wasn't able to turn my head at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to school, no problem.  Over time, however, the pain got worse and worse.  It felt as if a knife was jamming itself into my neck at random times.  Toward the end of the day, it was so bad that it literally prevented me from moving.  Seriously incapacitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My English teacher called my supervisor, and he took me to a specialist.  The doc did a few x-rays and junk.  Sent me home with a prescription (4 different pills and a compress which they're sending me through the mail).  They told me it's not a sprain, but they never told me what it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, it REALLY hurts.  Like BAD.  Like, I want to die or go insane or kill someone kinda pain.  I wouldn't wish this on anyone~!!!  I can't even COOK anything without wanting to yell and curse~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my neck sprain story.  This is bullsh!t, because I REALLY wanted to go to taiko practice today.  I looked forward to today all week, and next week's practice is canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that last week, I was suffering from allergies (even thought I was coughing up blood - thankfully it wasn't from my lungs).  The week before, my body was suffering from flu-like symptoms.  Each event I told myself that I wasn't going to the f*ckin' hospital; that I wasn't going to LOSE to this sh!t; that I just need to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, transitioning from a dry-ass desert to moist-ass Japan has been hard on my body.  And now THIS bullsh!t.  I'm really pissed off right now~!!!  This is my 3rd time in less than a year that I had to get drugs for something.  I NEVER had this many problems in the States~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get better.  I won't lose to this~!!!  I'm sure it's a sign for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an up-note, I finally got a hair cut yesterday.  Doesn't look bad at all.  I feel 1,000 lbs lighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-8499243686045798068?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8499243686045798068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=8499243686045798068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/8499243686045798068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/8499243686045798068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-really-pissed-off-right-now.html' title='I&apos;m really pissed off right now~!!!'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-7758806963269696687</id><published>2009-03-04T23:08:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:25:08.283+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='太鼓'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><title type='text'>IT'S MARCH~!!!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it?  It's freakin' MARCH~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know spring's coming because I've been sneezing ALL DAMN DAY...they started cutting down the plants in the river near school, so all the pollen's airborne.  I hate allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got back from taiko practice like an hour and a half ago or so~!!!  Yeah, I'm back in taiko.  It's been like almost over 4 months since my last practice.  I started going to this awesome, energetic taiko group in Uji last week.  I think the people in it are cool - a good mix of old and young people/men and women.  Haven't had taiko blisters in a LONG time.  Bittersweet nostalgia.  I think I'm going to like this group~!!!  Wish me luck.  I need to buy my bachi soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news at my JHS.  I coached 3 girls (2 Freshman and an 8th grader) who had a major English interview in Kyoto city.  I was nervous because 2 of the girls were really shy and seemed to not believe in themselves enough to pass.  That dissipated when I found out all 3 girls passed~!!!  AWESOME~!!!  I coached 3 boys and 1 girl last year for the same test.  All 4 of those kids passed, too.  I'm so proud of all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a general note, I think I've been going through so many changes.  There were times where I would be SO down that I didn't even want to wake up.  Other times, I would wake up laughing because I would be in such a good mood (sounds like I'm going crazy, yeah?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, living outside of your daily norm changes you.  Unlike my old self, I'm accepting the changes rather than fighting them.  My eyes open more and more everyday.  And now that it's still kind of the beginning of the new Lenten Season, I'll be expecting many more changes along my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know is, I'll be more diligent when it comes to my blog.  Updating events in a 4 month period bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next blog~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-7758806963269696687?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7758806963269696687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=7758806963269696687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/7758806963269696687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/7758806963269696687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-march.html' title='IT&apos;S MARCH~!!!'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-6266151680315652567</id><published>2009-02-16T18:00:00.022+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:25:08.295+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='札幌雪祭り'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sapporo Snow Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ラーメン'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='支笏湖'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='藻岩山'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='北海道'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ジンギスカーン'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='白い恋人'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sapporo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='札幌'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='洞爺湖'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hokkaido'/><title type='text'>北海道に行くぞ～！  (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;&lt;font&gt;Welcome to Part 2~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Feb 09:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in finally. Woke up; Yoli &amp;amp; Andrew left early to take a day to snowboard. Tricia and I took the bus out to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;札幌&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;つどーむ (Sapporo Community Dome), home of the tube slide &amp;amp; snowman making station, as well as more sculptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazf9uOU1pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/uydvlhx7AH0/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazf9uOU1pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/uydvlhx7AH0/s400/DSC00982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308864312236103314" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazf9fDtCWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bjuo2T9V-Qo/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazf9fDtCWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/bjuo2T9V-Qo/s400/DSC00987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308864308165020002" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazga7A4BYI/AAAAAAAAAag/QWHx-qMm2Ss/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazga7A4BYI/AAAAAAAAAag/QWHx-qMm2Ss/s400/DSC00918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308864813885556098" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Wall-E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazga-PR6jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ufx9HDu5EhU/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazga-PR6jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ufx9HDu5EhU/s400/DSC00914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308864814751279666" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;If you wanted to make a snowman, there was station dedicated to making your own. They had a station to give your snowman a name card/message card.  They also handed out wooden blocks to make the face as well as 2 different sized metal bowls to help the process of making the snowman tiers easier. I made the most WICKED snow BEAST ever~!!! He had spikes on his head; even gave the little guy wings. It took me a while to finish him. I wanted to be different from everyone else - with their cookie-cutter snowmen. MINE REIGNED SUPREME OVER ALL SNOWMEN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazhgrBJX7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Fo4jo4GhSSs/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazhgrBJX7I/AAAAAAAAAbA/Fo4jo4GhSSs/s400/DSC00929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308866012182568882" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazhgWcOrPI/AAAAAAAAAa4/CEQ-3xc_HWY/s1600-h/snowbeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazhgWcOrPI/AAAAAAAAAa4/CEQ-3xc_HWY/s400/snowbeast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308866006659017970" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazhgVnLRFI/AAAAAAAAAaw/9p2jOjBpUuM/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazhgVnLRFI/AAAAAAAAAaw/9p2jOjBpUuM/s400/DSC00938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308866006436496466" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazhgAyJThI/AAAAAAAAAao/HrMcuI_tiJE/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazhgAyJThI/AAAAAAAAAao/HrMcuI_tiJE/s400/DSC00940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308866000845360658" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;HAD to go down the tube slide, too. It was AWESOME. It was faster than it looked. When my sister went down the slide years back, they didn't have tubes to use. Just your ass on ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazihGNWB0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/QjPkK05FUqI/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazihGNWB0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/QjPkK05FUqI/s400/DSC00966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308867118993114946" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazig-9XJMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0xVENPEvNCY/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazig-9XJMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0xVENPEvNCY/s400/DSC00971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308867117047030978" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazigbvHFnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5k6-QxEJEAo/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazigbvHFnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5k6-QxEJEAo/s400/DSC00979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308867107592017522" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Took the bus back to the city to finish up looking at all the snow sculptures. Some were REALLY awesome. Some were...well...look at the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazq6ty0UdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/J4m1bH9HYc8/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazq6ty0UdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/J4m1bH9HYc8/s400/DSC00995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308876355209023954" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yume ~ Dreams ~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazqmyxy4XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/h-70BqG8css/s1600-h/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazqmyxy4XI/AAAAAAAAAeI/h-70BqG8css/s400/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308876012949528946" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;キン肉マン (Kinnikuman)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazqmtvJ8oI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZCBlVtJXf1M/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazqmtvJ8oI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZCBlVtJXf1M/s400/DSC01002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308876011596280450" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;どーもくん (Domo-kun)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazqmuSSl5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/5rBG8Jvjduk/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazqmuSSl5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/5rBG8Jvjduk/s400/DSC01003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308876011743647634" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monkey...with Corn...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazqCnrknrI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jdUoQvgoBKc/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazqCnrknrI/AAAAAAAAAdw/jdUoQvgoBKc/s400/DSC01022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308875391495347890" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;目玉親父 (Medama Oyaji)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazqClGOauI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Nb1irLG5HtY/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazqClGOauI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Nb1irLG5HtY/s400/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308875390801832674" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ドラえもん (Doraemon)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazqCXsRASI/AAAAAAAAAdg/QmoXVYgQlqI/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazqCXsRASI/AAAAAAAAAdg/QmoXVYgQlqI/s400/DSC01026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308875387203289378" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Stitch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazpdLze6ZI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2gp88WM8mk0/s1600-h/DSC01032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazpdLze6ZI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2gp88WM8mk0/s400/DSC01032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308874748357175698" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A big-ass snow train~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazpczK1QFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sZIX-SxaNhE/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazpczK1QFI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sZIX-SxaNhE/s400/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308874741744222290" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at the detail~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazpcsO7FrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/3ho2q1QpBg0/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazpcsO7FrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/3ho2q1QpBg0/s400/DSC01047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308874739882333874" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;天空の城ラピュタのロボット&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(An Android from &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laputa: Castle in the Sky&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazoxPPYO9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/-wFR8J_f70I/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazoxPPYO9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/-wFR8J_f70I/s400/DSC01050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308873993365240786" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pon de Lion&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mascot of Asia's Popular "Mister Donut"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazowqcaMHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Nzx36EW3jWI/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazowqcaMHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Nzx36EW3jWI/s400/DSC01053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308873983487783026" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Northern Animal Family&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live Forever, the Forests&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazowVT6d5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/mexUohgzjBg/s1600-h/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazowVT6d5I/AAAAAAAAAcw/mexUohgzjBg/s400/DSC01061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308873977815005074" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isn't that a dope snow dragon~!!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazn7ooCXuI/AAAAAAAAAco/-9DeIH1X_04/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazn7ooCXuI/AAAAAAAAAco/-9DeIH1X_04/s400/DSC01069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308873072466616034" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Snow Sculpture Competition:&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Place&lt;br /&gt;(forgot which country in S.E. Asia.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazn7cS8htI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qFIizYEPlsY/s1600-h/USA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazn7cS8htI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qFIizYEPlsY/s400/USA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308873069156927186" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U.S.A. didn't even place.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at this~!!!  What the hell IS this crap~!!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazn7ULkBoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JJ_tairK7DI/s1600-h/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazn7ULkBoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/JJ_tairK7DI/s400/DSC01073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308873066978477698" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone.  "Be anbitious."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazn7LX5oTI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/6geU79x4_GQ/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazn7LX5oTI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/6geU79x4_GQ/s400/DSC01076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308873064614306098" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DBZ:  "Kamehameha~!!!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaznMvP0oWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/QQduqtE7xKk/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaznMvP0oWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/QQduqtE7xKk/s400/DSC01077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308872266790248802" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is supposed to be a "hug."&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riiiiight.  Booty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaznMVAtXWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ywKAHCslTxE/s1600-h/DSC01080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaznMVAtXWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ywKAHCslTxE/s400/DSC01080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308872259747536226" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMB REPRESENT~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaznMKiG6II/AAAAAAAAAb4/sZ5H2h7rICQ/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaznMKiG6II/AAAAAAAAAb4/sZ5H2h7rICQ/s400/DSC01086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308872256934832258" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on-chan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazmB-YG7HI/AAAAAAAAAbw/oAkcGYkMuC4/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazmB-YG7HI/AAAAAAAAAbw/oAkcGYkMuC4/s400/DSC01087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308870982361345138" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone LOVES Snoopy~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazmBZuTRII/AAAAAAAAAbo/qKhxQUInY3w/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazmBZuTRII/AAAAAAAAAbo/qKhxQUInY3w/s400/DSC01095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308870972522316930" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends in the Southern Ocean&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazmBeESehI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jsDpAmq4gQY/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazmBeESehI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jsDpAmq4gQY/s400/DSC01100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308870973688281618" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; a まんぼう (sunfish)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Oh yeah, Tricia and I were watching people ski down a man-made ski jump and do tricks, but then some random lady cut in front of us.  I was gonna be all "What da heck LADY~!!?"  That was until I noticed her fur-lined jacket hood~!!!  I touched it lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz4yqUs6GI/AAAAAAAAAfI/V7Qa063yN50/s1600-h/Furs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz4yqUs6GI/AAAAAAAAAfI/V7Qa063yN50/s400/Furs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308891610001238114" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;きもちいいい～！！！&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Met up with Yoli and Andrew at the Sapporo TV Tower. It was pretty cool up there. WAY too many people in such a small place, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazw-4v4-cI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kdebF9hChIw/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazw-4v4-cI/AAAAAAAAAeo/kdebF9hChIw/s400/DSC01102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308883023938779586" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazw-y1W-3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/5zRuocue-ms/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazw-y1W-3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/5zRuocue-ms/s400/DSC01104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308883022351104882" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A marimo guy in the tower.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazw-kPoNPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/do456axbRPg/s1600-h/DSC01111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazw-kPoNPI/AAAAAAAAAeY/do456axbRPg/s400/DSC01111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308883018434753778" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Went to dinner near Ramen Alley at a place called SHO-RIN. Had RAD-ASS soup curry. I wish I ate that a second time; that was some freakin' GOOD stuff, man~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazy93dvdaI/AAAAAAAAAfA/S6NZlCrSjzA/s1600-h/DSC01130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazy93dvdaI/AAAAAAAAAfA/S6NZlCrSjzA/s400/DSC01130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308885205437609378" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazy9oYczQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ad2OcoIeLW0/s1600-h/soupspoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazy9oYczQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ad2OcoIeLW0/s400/soupspoons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308885201388883202" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazy9Pww5LI/AAAAAAAAAew/6yQ-koYVzgM/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazy9Pww5LI/AAAAAAAAAew/6yQ-koYVzgM/s400/DSC01126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308885194779976882" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 Feb 09:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;北海道. We split up again. Yoli &amp;amp; Andrew went to finish up snow sculpture viewing. Tricia and I went back to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;すすきの to finish the ice sculptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz7-Qxi-xI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RLvIXiiWJ7E/s1600-h/DSC01146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz7-Qxi-xI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/RLvIXiiWJ7E/s400/DSC01146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308895107836214034" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz7-aypMPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/u9-qwwNty7Q/s1600-h/DSC01131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz7-aypMPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/u9-qwwNty7Q/s400/DSC01131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308895110525169906" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz794kVpzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/w78cWQ-lq50/s1600-h/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz794kVpzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/w78cWQ-lq50/s400/DSC01132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308895101338363698" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice-cold beer, man~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz7ebJEybI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9CgR4yeSFdI/s1600-h/DSC01134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz7ebJEybI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9CgR4yeSFdI/s400/DSC01134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308894560863439282" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is that...fish blood?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz7eUnE_FI/AAAAAAAAAfw/714YALvnvTQ/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz7eUnE_FI/AAAAAAAAAfw/714YALvnvTQ/s400/DSC01139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308894559110233170" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah for Greenpeace~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz7eCbfC_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/5OuMYb-YRoE/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz7eCbfC_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/5OuMYb-YRoE/s400/DSC01141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308894554229771250" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ode to Portland Taiko's Fish Face&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz618D2fGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/4pfgr2Tm9b4/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz618D2fGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/4pfgr2Tm9b4/s400/DSC01157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308893865325263970" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, not "tortoise," but "tortise."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz61jz_kAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/-e2kL85pQeY/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz61jz_kAI/AAAAAAAAAfY/-e2kL85pQeY/s400/DSC01160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308893858816299010" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ダブルまりもっこり (Double Marimokkori)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz61ZlepGI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AEsGBBkQBlA/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz61ZlepGI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/AEsGBBkQBlA/s400/DSC01161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308893856071066722" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Afterwards, we met around Sapporo TV Tower and subwayed to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;サッポロビール博物館 (Sapporo Beer Museum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz9gFBtT0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/aRu8Umt6cxk/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz9gFBtT0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/aRu8Umt6cxk/s400/DSC01164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308896788309954370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz9fxOZhjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/p472hqHpgHg/s1600-h/DSC01165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz9fxOZhjI/AAAAAAAAAgg/p472hqHpgHg/s400/DSC01165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308896782994474546" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz9fWZL6uI/AAAAAAAAAgY/gsT00fWB0sg/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Saz9fWZL6uI/AAAAAAAAAgY/gsT00fWB0sg/s400/DSC01166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308896775791962850" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Before going in, we had lunch at a place that served ジンギスカーン (Genghis Khan), a famous BBQ lamb dish. It was good, but I couldn't get past the gamy/soapy taste. At least I can say I tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0A5o36KtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/PVgV_eV0gaU/s1600-h/lambme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0A5o36KtI/AAAAAAAAAg4/PVgV_eV0gaU/s400/lambme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308900525964143314" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0A5p3EHgI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2ZzF3hiFAew/s1600-h/thelambs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0A5p3EHgI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2ZzF3hiFAew/s400/thelambs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308900526229036546" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Went into the museum; all these cool old cans, bottles, and signs. It was a pretty dope place. Had a bar there, too. Was able to try different kinds of beer. Did a "snowball" throwing contest and won a bag of Sapporo soda. I'd love to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0B88_26eI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/dtWnT2_t7yY/s1600-h/letslearn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0B88_26eI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/dtWnT2_t7yY/s400/letslearn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308901682417428962" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's learn about beer~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0ByjzduZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9vOGFTlVOkE/s1600-h/beermalt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0ByjzduZI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9vOGFTlVOkE/s400/beermalt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308901503855868306" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malted Barley: White &amp;amp; Black&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0BynW5YmI/AAAAAAAAAiA/OcFo83DIGT8/s1600-h/trysome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0BynW5YmI/AAAAAAAAAiA/OcFo83DIGT8/s400/trysome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308901504809788002" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yoli, EAT SOME NOW~!!!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0Bydom-6I/AAAAAAAAAh4/X5EoC9tVi9o/s1600-h/bigvat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0Bydom-6I/AAAAAAAAAh4/X5EoC9tVi9o/s400/bigvat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308901502199724962" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEER~!!!  BEEEEEEEER~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0ByT6KiyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aXQ0Jzehncg/s1600-h/vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0ByT6KiyI/AAAAAAAAAhw/aXQ0Jzehncg/s400/vintage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308901499589004066" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0ByYB9NhI/AAAAAAAAAho/r2oR0J9Ahes/s1600-h/posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0ByYB9NhI/AAAAAAAAAho/r2oR0J9Ahes/s400/posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308901500695426578" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0BgZNKNvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/auDuUGPyh-s/s1600-h/beerposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0BgZNKNvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/auDuUGPyh-s/s400/beerposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308901191773206258" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0BgeuUhzI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kpFSuS0hEOQ/s1600-h/BEERcracker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0BgeuUhzI/AAAAAAAAAhY/kpFSuS0hEOQ/s400/BEERcracker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308901193254471474" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bottoms up, ya'll.  Gangsta.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0Ctt4mibI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JOdvHAz2O9s/s1600-h/yebisu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0Ctt4mibI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JOdvHAz2O9s/s400/yebisu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308902520174053810" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0BgAj2NNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/9WWpdqJN9f8/s1600-h/togetherbeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0BgAj2NNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/9WWpdqJN9f8/s400/togetherbeer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308901185157477586" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0BgCIIBbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4J85TNHLWVs/s1600-h/prize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0BgCIIBbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4J85TNHLWVs/s400/prize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308901185578075570" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poor Andrew didn't win. 残念な。&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Finally, we headed to the airport, did some last minute shopping, and split up to go home (Andrew's and my flight was before Yoli's and Tricia's). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;北 海道 was such an amazing place. It's well-developed, yet still has the feel of Japan. The food was amazing, the people were stylish in a good way for a change, the music was poppin', the sculptures were off da hook, it was just awesome being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should've applied to live in Hokkaido. AHAHAHAHAHA~!!! I'll be back again one day. Until I see you again, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;北海道, I'll be missing you from my little rice field in the Kansai area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0DU_89UaI/AAAAAAAAAig/tY22U9f31zc/s1600-h/beerprom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0DU_89UaI/AAAAAAAAAig/tY22U9f31zc/s400/beerprom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308903195039060386" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-6266151680315652567?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/6266151680315652567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=6266151680315652567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/6266151680315652567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/6266151680315652567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-2.html' title='北海道に行くぞ～！  (Part 2)'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazf9uOU1pI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/uydvlhx7AH0/s72-c/DSC00982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-4798695457616852029</id><published>2009-02-14T15:45:00.105+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:25:08.308+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='札幌雪祭り'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sapporo Snow Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ラーメン'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='支笏湖'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='藻岩山'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='北海道'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ジンギスカーン'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='白い恋人'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sapporo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='札幌'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='洞爺湖'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hokkaido'/><title type='text'>北海道に行くぞ～！  (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Before I forget, Happy V-Day~!!! Ok, list blog, STAATO~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 Jan 09:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Mitch, Michelle, some of their friends, and Andrew in Kobe Chinatown for a Chinese New Year celebration. It was weird. I'm used to seeing real kung-fu demos and lion dances and stuff like that. It was a very tame day, but at least I was able to meet up with the peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*** NOW THE MEAT OF THE BLOG~!!! ***&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Feb 09:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went home right after lunch at school to prepare for my trip to the airport. Met up with Andrew around 7-ish @ Kansai Airport and headed out for &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;北海道 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;(Hokkaido). WOOHOO for the 60th Anniversary of &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;札幌&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;雪祭り (Sapporo Snow Festival)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;~!!! It was strange, though, because the flight attendants kept saying that we were going to land somewhere else because of the weather. Thank goodness we were able to land where we were supposed to, but we were circling for about 45 minutes because of ice on the tarmac. We eventually landed, though REAL late, and met up with Yoli, Mitzi, and Tricia at the hotel. Man, there was SO MUCH SNOW~!!! It was so cool to see all those white fields from the train. After we dropped our stuff off, we went to a little &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;焼き鳥 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;(yakitori) shop for dinner and a コンビニ (convenient store) to buy some beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavE11fM1iI/AAAAAAAAASo/e8GIOqyYKuE/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308553014956316194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavE11fM1iI/AAAAAAAAASo/e8GIOqyYKuE/s400/DSC00981.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Feb 09:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE SNOW~!!! Woke up early to meet our tour group for &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;札幌市&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (Sapporo City). Little did we know that the tour guide was a volunteer that didn't know where the hell she was going. Here are all FIVE things we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/font&gt; Went to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;大通公園&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="display: none;" class="t_nihongo_comma"&gt;,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;(Ōdōri Kōen - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Ōdōri Park)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; to look at snow sculptures for what felt like 2 minutes. Was able to eat some super DE-LE-JUSS &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;北海道&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; crab siopao at the Hokkaido Winter Food Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavGEp2Q6rI/AAAAAAAAAS4/L_geLXEM8xY/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308554369041492658" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavGEp2Q6rI/AAAAAAAAAS4/L_geLXEM8xY/s400/DSC00715.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavGEWGaNVI/AAAAAAAAASw/jDrc1H7LGv8/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308554363740501330" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavGEWGaNVI/AAAAAAAAASw/jDrc1H7LGv8/s400/DSC00719.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavGaO6jrAI/AAAAAAAAATI/JH30nVaXjA0/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308554739768863746" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavGaO6jrAI/AAAAAAAAATI/JH30nVaXjA0/s400/DSC00722.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavGZ46vEUI/AAAAAAAAATA/EEAML5iL4-k/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308554733864030530" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavGZ46vEUI/AAAAAAAAATA/EEAML5iL4-k/s400/DSC00723.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavHO9zWUKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/S33pwD_wK-I/s1600-h/tokyo2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308555645708292258" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavHO9zWUKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/S33pwD_wK-I/s400/tokyo2016.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavHxTH0VrI/AAAAAAAAATY/O5bT5t0qEXQ/s1600-h/snowUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308556235546842802" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavHxTH0VrI/AAAAAAAAATY/O5bT5t0qEXQ/s400/snowUS.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/font&gt; Met the rest of the tour group at the base of the Sapporo TV Tower. The 5 of us skipped out on going in. We took pictures with some of the mascots that were runnin' around. Even ate some 花畑牧場生キャラメルソフトクリーム (hanabatake bokujo nama caramel soft cream). THAT WAS SO BOMB~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavIv3gyGKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Kgf7gyZAj64/s1600-h/STVT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308557310467119266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavIv3gyGKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Kgf7gyZAj64/s400/STVT.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavIh9JY6eI/AAAAAAAAATw/7ZF56kLG2gY/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308557071461444066" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavIh9JY6eI/AAAAAAAAATw/7ZF56kLG2gY/s400/DSC00733.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daNpa - WE LOVE NATURE~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavIhrAgOqI/AAAAAAAAATo/hgucdvH3DAQ/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308557066592336546" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavIhrAgOqI/AAAAAAAAATo/hgucdvH3DAQ/s400/DSC00739.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u:go mascot...he's a...colon (of the punctuation variety)...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavIhfqotFI/AAAAAAAAATg/ea3wZLAp5KM/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308557063547827282" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavIhfqotFI/AAAAAAAAATg/ea3wZLAp5KM/s400/DSC00735.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;花畑牧場生キャラメルソフトクリーム&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/font&gt; People started getting hungry, so we took the subway to a shopping mall called ESTA; went to the upper most floor where the Ramen Republic was. However, we ended up going to a Chinese restaurant because we weren't given enough time - or so we thought. We felt rushed, so we wanted to get something quick to eat so the group wouldn't leave us behind. Turned out the tour guide was the person ALL of us ended up waiting for. The hell...for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavKOLf02NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bHz91k8XJl0/s1600-h/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308558930739517650" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavKOLf02NI/AAAAAAAAAUA/bHz91k8XJl0/s400/DSC00740.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/font&gt; Took the subway to hit up the Chocolate Factory in 白い恋人パーク (Shiroi Koibito Park). It was pretty cool, I suppose. Home of Japan's probably most famous omiyage - 白い恋人 (shiroi koibito - White Lover...yeah...White Lover), a cookie sandwich snack with white chocolate in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavKymXY55I/AAAAAAAAAUI/osOPWX3nrs4/s1600-h/ChocoFacto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308559556427179922" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavKymXY55I/AAAAAAAAAUI/osOPWX3nrs4/s400/ChocoFacto.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bought our tickets to get in (yeah, wasn't part of this "tour deal" we paid for prior to the start of the trip). They gave us a free sample of 白い恋人. It was weird because I KNOW I've eaten something similar in the States; for me, it wasn't something to get excited over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavLbstW60I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wwC0f9-xgZ4/s1600-h/shiroikoibito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308560262504573762" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavLbstW60I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wwC0f9-xgZ4/s400/shiroikoibito.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Box of White Lovers HAAAHAHA~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The beginning part of the museum was pretty, but to people who don't speak Japanese, it was non sequitur to the fact that we were supposed to be in a chocolate factory. Why were there a bunch of glass cases with tea cups and spoons and junk? No clue. Literally ran through that part to bypass it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazd-_DoDuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/OAbNeDS1S2M/s1600-h/fountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sazd-_DoDuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/OAbNeDS1S2M/s400/fountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308862134911241954" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Pretty Fountain. Nice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a 3D video thing about the history of the place in Japanese...bypassed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah, the good stuff. The actual factory! Saw all these people taking care of the little 白い恋人 being assembled. Yep, no Oompa-Loompas or chocolate rivers to drown in...DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavNNC580nI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4UGj8_bu2kE/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308562209788187250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavNNC580nI/AAAAAAAAAUo/4UGj8_bu2kE/s400/DSC00741.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavNMi64WbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/P2X7E8Ryo90/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308562201202153906" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavNMi64WbI/AAAAAAAAAUg/P2X7E8Ryo90/s400/DSC00743.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavOw4y_sUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/f6KMWEylmM0/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308563925061579074" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavOw4y_sUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/f6KMWEylmM0/s400/DSC00746.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mmm. Delicious sterility~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was this movie screen, too. Reminded me of Wonka Vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavNMQeaN7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/OVvg1VogTAw/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308562196250900402" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavNMQeaN7I/AAAAAAAAAUY/OVvg1VogTAw/s400/DSC00744.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the cafe and cookie making section. In retrospect, we should've just stayed and made cookies. Anyway, we chilled at the cafe and ordered some desserts. They tasted great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavPsIVZ1TI/AAAAAAAAAVA/NfjMrUPPIV4/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308564942844712242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavPsIVZ1TI/AAAAAAAAAVA/NfjMrUPPIV4/s400/DSC00747.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Selection (Yoli ordered the same)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavPsWTuM0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yBOf-ryd7Oc/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308564946595754818" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavPsWTuM0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yBOf-ryd7Oc/s400/DSC00752.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tricia's Selection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavPsACCkdI/AAAAAAAAAVI/K5eB2QBaO8c/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308564940616012242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavPsACCkdI/AAAAAAAAAVI/K5eB2QBaO8c/s400/DSC00749.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mitzi's Selection (no pic of Andrew's)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavQSvcbkXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mn_1tupBFGM/s1600-h/DSC00753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308565606178197874" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavQSvcbkXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mn_1tupBFGM/s400/DSC00753.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lastly, the omiyage section...of course. Bought a whole bunch of 白い恋人 for my schools. By the time we finished, we noticed that the rest of the group didn't make sure that we were all together...meaning they booked it without us. This is the reason why I said that we might as well have just stayed and made FREAKIN' COOKIES~!!! I mean, who the hell doesn't check to make sure all bodies are present before you leave...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/font&gt; Ended up going back to the hotel. To our surprise, we saw our tour group there. Supposed to go to a beer garden; apparently, "no one was interested in going." I don't blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, we all had fun. Overall, however, the "Sapporo Tour" was a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Andrew, Yoli, Mitzi, and I wanted to do our own thing, so we took Sapporo's Electric Railway/Streetcar to get to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;藻岩山ロープウェイ (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Mt. Moiwa Ropeway). Tricia didn't go because of her fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavTXT9oMEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pJlQ7zFkaEo/s1600-h/streetcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308568983235473474" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavTXT9oMEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pJlQ7zFkaEo/s400/streetcar.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a winter wonderland up there. The winds were blowing snow every which way. Wanted to see the city from the top of the mountain, but as we suspected, the weather prevented any viewing pleasure. We did play in snow, though! We also rode up the mountain in this weird snow bus with tank treads. On the way down, we rode on this open-air seating area behind a snow plow. We were the only 4 people brave enough to sit outside in the snow. IT WAS SO COLD that my eyeballs were freezing~!!! It was AWESOME~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavVKSbCo2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/CGyfquNzihg/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308570958506926946" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavVKSbCo2I/AAAAAAAAAWI/CGyfquNzihg/s400/DSC00756.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavVJzX2naI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4ubj3Ln6QUY/s1600-h/tankbus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308570950172056994" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavVJzX2naI/AAAAAAAAAWA/4ubj3Ln6QUY/s400/tankbus.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavVJjAFYwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NCErnidN1dA/s1600-h/ondabus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308570945777394434" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavVJjAFYwI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NCErnidN1dA/s400/ondabus.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavVJBczJtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Q-KHHyN1j6M/s1600-h/BWsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308570936771028690" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavVJBczJtI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Q-KHHyN1j6M/s400/BWsnow.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally met up with Tricia back at the Ramen Republic for the long awaited 1st ramen experience. Birdie num nums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavV3VaIVpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gyt1aybk24M/s1600-h/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308571732402525842" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavV3VaIVpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gyt1aybk24M/s400/eggs.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, we decided not to go to sleep. Rather, we met up with a friend of mine and Andrew's, Kat (from Tokyo Orientation). We met her at a club called Booty. She was already faded by the time we got to Booty. At Booty we danced until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavWppMmNmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mFDUsVeywvg/s1600-h/BOOTYynm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308572596707931746" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavWppMmNmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mFDUsVeywvg/s400/BOOTYynm.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Feb 09:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the next day. Andrew got REAL drunk at Booty (notice I like typing the word "Booty"). I realized that maybe J-folk don't really know how to get down with the get down. I mean, people in Booty were walking around more so than dancing. And when they DID dance, it wasn't good. I've never seen a group of GUYS dancing together before, either. That's just weird. Every time I was trying to dance with my ladies and some random Japanese girls, some random dude always tried to dance with ME! I'm all, "Get wit' yo girls HOMIE, not ME! S'wrong wit'chu~!?" Booty. We finally got back to the hotel and got some sleep before breakfast time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woke up and went to breakfast - who the hell serves french fries during breakfast time? Gathered our belongings and left our baggage near the front desk. Headed out to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;新千歳空港 (Shin-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Chitose Airport) on our way to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;支笏湖 (Lake Shikotsu)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Btw, we ate some cheese ramen (ramen experience #2) at the airport before taking a bus to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;支笏湖&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavXnlsKmNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MO4kqTNEDLc/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308573660918487250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavXnlsKmNI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MO4kqTNEDLc/s400/DSC00782.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavXnrZaMdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ECZC-A2Zbs0/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308573662450430418" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavXnrZaMdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ECZC-A2Zbs0/s400/DSC00790.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The initial plan was for the 4 others to go to an onsen (I don't onsen because I hate hot places, let alone bathing for long periods of time in boiling water). The plan changed when we found out that the prime spot for onsen was clear across the way from where we were, and the taxis didn't want to take us there at the time we wanted. Instead, we ended up taking pictures, playing in the snow, and going to the ice festival there. Andrew was the only one that ended up going to onsen at a youth hostel. Ate いももち (potato mochi)...that was tasty, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavacEUeJ8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/yD7DybII2o8/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308576761517057986" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavacEUeJ8I/AAAAAAAAAXY/yD7DybII2o8/s400/DSC00802.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavcD4GuN9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/XykgtBUc6pE/s1600-h/SNOWBALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308578544944560082" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavcD4GuN9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/XykgtBUc6pE/s400/SNOWBALL.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre Giant Snowball Punch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavcDkj2j4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ekXJazM6nIw/s1600-h/SNOWpunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308578539698032514" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavcDkj2j4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ekXJazM6nIw/s400/SNOWpunch.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Giant Snowball Punch&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Savab94mvpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TnIzkHwFUho/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308576759789567634" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Savab94mvpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TnIzkHwFUho/s400/DSC00804.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Original Snow Owl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Savab_r3_SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/yUm9hvx-Jgk/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308576760273042722" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Savab_r3_SI/AAAAAAAAAXI/yUm9hvx-Jgk/s400/DSC00805.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavZ0vxT3sI/AAAAAAAAAXA/VOzFM5K7Y3Y/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308576085985976002" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavZ0vxT3sI/AAAAAAAAAXA/VOzFM5K7Y3Y/s400/DSC00806.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavZ0VkTLiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BJLWnS8daqU/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308576078952082978" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavZ0VkTLiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/BJLWnS8daqU/s400/DSC00807.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavZ0KTcYMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bdXzV5-taEU/s1600-h/DSC00810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308576075928592578" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavZ0KTcYMI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bdXzV5-taEU/s400/DSC00810.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazdcUpRUUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kpsVmr_BST0/s1600-h/iceshrine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SazdcUpRUUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/kpsVmr_BST0/s400/iceshrine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308861539410858306" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally took the bus back to the city. Parted ways with Mitzi because she had to fly back home that night. Moved from our first hotel to our second. Headed out to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;すすきの (S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;usukino), a red-light-esque district, and hit up 札幌ラーメン横丁 (Sapporo Ramen Alley). I had カニ味噌ラーメン (crab miso ramen - ramen experience #3). SO GOOD TIMES~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavdxZgdSQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sS4QzqTt4KE/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308580426516613378" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavdxZgdSQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sS4QzqTt4KE/s400/DSC00821.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavdxDm0H6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/-7XQtW304WI/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308580420637695906" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavdxDm0H6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/-7XQtW304WI/s400/DSC00820.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavdxAGHlAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_FOdYbpE9cQ/s1600-h/ramenbrown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308580419695252482" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavdxAGHlAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_FOdYbpE9cQ/s400/ramenbrown.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavdwpAcogI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Dp4QJkLMmUg/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308580413497451010" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavdwpAcogI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Dp4QJkLMmUg/s400/DSC00819.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some of the ice sculptures of the 29th &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;すすきの氷の祭典 (Susukino Ice Festival) before heading out to meet some of Yoli's friends. We joined them at an izakaya, did a 飲み放題 and got drunk. Went to a foreigner bar called Rad Brothers Bar after that. Good alcohol times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavfmRdwG5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/8U0_T-5Uv58/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308582434402474898" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavfmRdwG5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/8U0_T-5Uv58/s400/DSC00831.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Savflz9MNFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vN5GeiJaAo8/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308582426481275986" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Savflz9MNFI/AAAAAAAAAYo/vN5GeiJaAo8/s400/DSC00825.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, REAL ramen in there~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavfLGmrEWI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kG7rmxoFMIw/s1600-h/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308581967630635362" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavfLGmrEWI/AAAAAAAAAYg/kG7rmxoFMIw/s400/DSC00828.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a clione~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavfKmS-otI/AAAAAAAAAYY/KftZaFtkx1c/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308581958958097106" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavfKmS-otI/AAAAAAAAAYY/KftZaFtkx1c/s400/DSC00837.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavfKiLsqoI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjrMEV1bDjQ/s1600-h/drinkies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308581957853817474" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavfKiLsqoI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjrMEV1bDjQ/s400/drinkies.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 Feb 09:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast in the subway; a place called The Don - a donburi shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavgMWyOKYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/LhOgHxwWH_4/s1600-h/theDON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308583088665536898" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavgMWyOKYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/LhOgHxwWH_4/s400/theDON.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE 丼&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healthy and natural.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With quality seafood&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from round&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the world,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neptune&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new wave taste&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- THE DON.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooooh, almost normal~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Got a rental and took a day-road trip out to 洞爺湖町 (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Tōyako-cho) - was supposed to be a trip to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;函館 (Hakodate), but it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavhNKJZ8sI/AAAAAAAAAZA/WaZnH_7zyvk/s1600-h/rental.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308584201964614338" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavhNKJZ8sI/AAAAAAAAAZA/WaZnH_7zyvk/s400/rental.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Rode a boat called the Espoir (looked like a castle) that went around &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;洞爺湖 (Lake &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Tōya). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Andrew, Yoli, and Tricia went to go to an onsen finally. I stayed in the lobby writing out a ton of postcards.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Savi3hTLx-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/aRvWNgHs95w/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308586029245777890" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Savi3hTLx-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/aRvWNgHs95w/s400/DSC00877.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Savi3EoP8ZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/fg6tIcFyhH8/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308586021549502866" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Savi3EoP8ZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/fg6tIcFyhH8/s400/DSC00868.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavihbSrUBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/CH-wBno28XI/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308585649675915282" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavihbSrUBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/CH-wBno28XI/s400/DSC00901.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavihMpkNkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Rm8EiA1HjTY/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308585645745387074" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavihMpkNkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Rm8EiA1HjTY/s400/DSC00888.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavigVO_MSI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Oz3UEHSuPDw/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308585630869958946" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavigVO_MSI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Oz3UEHSuPDw/s400/DSC00880.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Drove back, grabbed our stuff from the hotel and made it to our hostel, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.inos-place.com/"&gt;Ino's Place&lt;/a&gt;. Btw, Ino's Place was the NICEST, cleanest hostel I've been to in my life. I want to go back. Ate dinner at a Yoshinoya-like place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavjiMqul8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/yEBu5aXMK98/s1600-h/Ino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308586762441758658" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavjiMqul8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/yEBu5aXMK98/s400/Ino.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together @ Ino's Place w/ Ino-san&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Part 2 coming soon&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  Enjoy this picture of me as Hokkaido crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0DvWnCf1I/AAAAAAAAAio/b5eZBDY49C0/s1600-h/crabby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa0DvWnCf1I/AAAAAAAAAio/b5eZBDY49C0/s400/crabby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308903647797739346" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-4798695457616852029?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4798695457616852029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=4798695457616852029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4798695457616852029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4798695457616852029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/02/part-1.html' title='北海道に行くぞ～！  (Part 1)'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SavE11fM1iI/AAAAAAAAASo/e8GIOqyYKuE/s72-c/DSC00981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-5073060885992827417</id><published>2009-01-20T19:30:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:25:08.321+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kyūdō'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='三十三間堂'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shime daiko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanjūsangendō'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='しめ太鼓'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='和太鼓'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='弓道'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiko'/><title type='text'>Who DOES that~!!?</title><content type='html'>Recap list...and...GO~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Jan 09:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school, rather, the other place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 Jan 09:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the other place again. Talked to a dude that wanted to meet me because he read my profile in the town magazine or something. Said he's always wanted a foreign friend that shared the same hobby that he did. Interesting. I like how my supervisor told him all the places I work AND where I live. Thanks a lot. The dude invited me to his house to play taiko. Hope he's not a freak. He kinda looks like Jackie Chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 Jan 09:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Asako in Osaka. Met her husband, Goh, and her baby, Mio! She's SO cute~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 Jan 09:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally decided to meet up with Kazu, the taiko dude in the town over. Before hand, I decided to go to Uji to get an omiyage, thanking him for having me over for dinner. I was torn. Buy something inexpensive vs. something expensive. That was until I got a text from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think of this? I want to give it to you." or something like that. Attached was a picture of shime daiko...NO WAY, seriously? Maybe his English is not working for him. Maybe he's giving me the PICTURE as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the more expensive omiyage JUST IN CASE he was going to give me a drum...but yeah right...right? Text #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see the photo? I'm giving it to you as a gift." I KNEW it. He's giving me the PHOTO as a gift...that HAS to be it~!!!  If that's the case, who DOES that~!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was picked up. We drove to his house. Before going into the main house, he asked me to step into his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See this? This is my shime. Play it. Go ahead, it's ok." I played it, had a nice tune, awesome shime. "It's yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What~!? No, I can't~!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I insist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What~!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his wife came out and told us that dinner was ready. I also met his baby girl. They have a cool house! We had sushi and Japanese fried chicken for dinner, all washed down by beer of course - Japan's water. Afterwards, did a little demo on a VERY young sounding drum. Got tired, so the misses drove; Kazu and his baby girl sat in the back. But before getting into the van, he ran into his office to grab the shime daiko. I TOTALLY didn't say anything about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to my house and thanked everyone for the meal and the ride and TRIED to book it up stairs. Kazu, however, yelled out of the van,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't forget your drum!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man, thank you SO VERY much~!!! This is such an AWESOME omiyage, thank you~!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I was like, "Who DOES that~!!?" But now, I can honestly say that I own my very own drum, now! Awesome~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, he invited me back to his house next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6CjOwuhcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6XKU5Xz2gAw/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6CjOwuhcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6XKU5Xz2gAw/s400/DSC01203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309324552485897666" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My First Taiko: &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taka-chan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 Jan 09:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;三十三間堂 (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Sanjūsangendō) to watch some older people and high schoolers do &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;弓道 (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;kyūdō - Japanese archery). It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6EggGYuHI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/8D81kfv9OPc/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6EggGYuHI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/8D81kfv9OPc/s400/DSC00690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309326704623794290" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This guy's FIERCE, man, FIERCE~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6EgV_brBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/dP725FKUta8/s1600-h/DSC00693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6EgV_brBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/dP725FKUta8/s400/DSC00693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309326701910273042" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check out Obaasama~!!!  She's friggin' AWESOME~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6EKI1juYI/AAAAAAAAAnA/nHAMEdw8oc8/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6EKI1juYI/AAAAAAAAAnA/nHAMEdw8oc8/s400/DSC00696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309326320422074754" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6EJ6hGyaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fK-k4wlmjeY/s1600-h/DSC00701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6EJ6hGyaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fK-k4wlmjeY/s400/DSC00701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309326316578195874" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6EJdlxRcI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ux6Uk1pLamc/s1600-h/DSC00711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6EJdlxRcI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ux6Uk1pLamc/s400/DSC00711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309326308813129154" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls Finalists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAY DAY, BABY~!!! Gotta save for my trip to snowman land.  Man, on Thursday, I have to go to the kindergarten here. Then next week on Tuesday, I go to the other kindergarten in the town over~!!! I hope I'll be ok. After all, they're but mere babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'll be meeting up with my taiko mentor, Kinoshita Sensei, from Canada Saturday in Osaka. I'm excited~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, gotta get ready for my trip WAY up North~!!! SNOW LAND HERE I COME~!!! Crap, gotta put in my nenkyu soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH TO DO~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-5073060885992827417?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5073060885992827417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=5073060885992827417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5073060885992827417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5073060885992827417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-does-that.html' title='Who DOES that~!!?'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa6CjOwuhcI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6XKU5Xz2gAw/s72-c/DSC01203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-4080437528878022041</id><published>2009-01-03T15:00:00.067+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:25:08.335+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kantō Region'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='関東地方'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kantō-chihō'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloon'/><title type='text'>俺の冬休みだ - Let's ring in the New Year J-Style~!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, it's time for another list blog...thingy~!!! List-like blogs are so much easier~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Eve 08:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally did NOT work on Christmas Eve, you crazy~!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Day 08:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS~!!! There's DEFINITELY no way I'd work on Christmas Day, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26 Dec 08:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Kyoto @ midnight. F**kin WORST midnight bus experience~!!! This dumb young dude with orange hair kept leaning on my back on the damn bus. No matter how many times I pushed his ass away, he'd end up sleeping ON me somehow - I FELT him BREATHING on me~!!! Not to mention that ALL the seats of the upper deck were filled with sleeping bodies and the windows were blocked by thick-as-hell curtains which TRAPPED the heat from the heater and the body heat of the slumbering, smelly people in the oven I mean the bus~!!! Did I sleep? I wish~!!! Thankfully the bus stopped every 2 hours. Btw, rest stops in Japan are SUPER clean...and like small shopping centers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;新宿&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (Shinjuku) at around 8:00am-ish. Met up with Yoli and Saiki at the station and messed around Tokyu Hands. Oh, check this dude out; I think he's a Keebler Elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaptAcnIoXI/AAAAAAAAALg/DYodmrRw8L4/s1600-h/DSC00437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308174965257314674" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaptAcnIoXI/AAAAAAAAALg/DYodmrRw8L4/s400/DSC00437.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where yo COOKies at FOO~!!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH he's wearin' that sweater~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricia called, finally. We then headed to 原宿 (Harajuku) together to mess around. Had lunch at Shakey's Pizza. Hadn't eaten pizza in a LONG ass time! It was delicious for what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SapuMv9g6MI/AAAAAAAAALo/-3H7GEe4ZUM/s1600-h/PIZZASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 360px; display: block; height: 270px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308176276121512130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SapuMv9g6MI/AAAAAAAAALo/-3H7GEe4ZUM/s400/PIZZASS.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellies full, we walked around the area before heading out to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;渋谷&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (Shibuya) to bum around. Ah, the night life and city folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SapvIEZXn0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/p4bn5e95hFA/s1600-h/REDLADY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 270px; display: block; height: 360px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308177295219334978" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SapvIEZXn0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/p4bn5e95hFA/s400/REDLADY.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SapvH3D9PiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zx58v5NkBjA/s1600-h/AAACK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 270px; display: block; height: 360px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308177291639864866" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SapvH3D9PiI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zx58v5NkBjA/s400/AAACK.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SapvgBOfMuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TDOciSaVSaQ/s1600-h/shibuyacrossing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 360px; display: block; height: 270px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308177706685248226" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SapvgBOfMuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TDOciSaVSaQ/s400/shibuyacrossing.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally headed to the hotel (it was in &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;蒲田 [Kamata]). Btw, this specific train station had SCARY ass station music~!!! It reminded me of murderous doll music - if you don't make it onto the train by the time the station music finishes, you'll get killed by Chucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 Dec 08:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day trip to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;横浜&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt; (Yokohama). Went to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;横浜中華街 (Yokohama Chūkagai - Yokohama Chinatown). It was nice. Bigger than the one in &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;神戸. Did Chinese &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;食べ放題 (tabeh&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;ō&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;dai - buffet style). It was pretty tasty-times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sapx9OW-xCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X6luR5yv7Sg/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308180407449994274" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sapx9OW-xCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/X6luR5yv7Sg/s400/DSC00443.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sapx81OTj3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/TT4zcMFRv5k/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308180400702721906" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sapx81OTj3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/TT4zcMFRv5k/s400/DSC00452.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sapx8kiQ0_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/wVyUPSXL77o/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308180396223026162" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sapx8kiQ0_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/wVyUPSXL77o/s400/DSC00454.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SapzS0V-_LI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Zozf-A8JiF8/s1600-h/YUCKS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308181877935242418" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SapzS0V-_LI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Zozf-A8JiF8/s400/YUCKS.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After just shootin' the breeze, we headed to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;みなとみらい21 (Minato Mirai 21 - Harbor Future 21). It was a pretty metropolitan area, though small. Went to a mini amusement park called Cosmo World. There, Yoli, Saiki, and I rode the Cosmo Clock 21, a ferris wheel. The view was sweet, as well as the ride. Crossed the street to a mall for dinner (Mexican food...not great) and for some snacky-poo-poos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap1Mjcpf4I/AAAAAAAAANI/p0Pdiwah1m4/s1600-h/Boats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308183969343831938" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap1Mjcpf4I/AAAAAAAAANI/p0Pdiwah1m4/s400/Boats.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap1MSKcSxI/AAAAAAAAANA/mieBWtdBTy0/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308183964704066322" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap1MSKcSxI/AAAAAAAAANA/mieBWtdBTy0/s400/DSC00461.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap1MMxMk2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/fmUp_uuPFLQ/s1600-h/IceWorld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308183963256001378" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap1MMxMk2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/fmUp_uuPFLQ/s400/IceWorld.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap3aNsvB-I/AAAAAAAAANo/ds3SqiSkBXs/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308186403047147490" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap3aNsvB-I/AAAAAAAAANo/ds3SqiSkBXs/s400/DSC00468.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of Course - Need to get my Taiko on~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap2eYFRP5I/AAAAAAAAANY/Ozi6koRvPRY/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308185375042256786" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap2eYFRP5I/AAAAAAAAANY/Ozi6koRvPRY/s400/DSC00464.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap2eJUnVKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QCdE_lW-F-c/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308185371080086690" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap2eJUnVKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QCdE_lW-F-c/s400/DSC00476.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap3-b473WI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NgVDqfMR38I/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308187025331707234" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap3-b473WI/AAAAAAAAAN4/NgVDqfMR38I/s400/DSC00477.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap3-CGE_DI/AAAAAAAAANw/UeS2QsIdNh0/s1600-h/birdshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 360px; display: block; height: 270px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308187018407509042" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap3-CGE_DI/AAAAAAAAANw/UeS2QsIdNh0/s400/birdshot.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Before heading back to the hotel, we saw this weird sculpture (called the Mokumoku Wakuwaku Yokohama Yo Yo) and some crazy-light stairs. Took pictures there. I even forced Yoli and Saiki to race up and down the stairs; caused a small crowd of onlookers. It was a nice day in Yokohama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap4wgT0UmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/iYH3BfCXTss/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308187885511660130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap4wgT0UmI/AAAAAAAAAOI/iYH3BfCXTss/s400/DSC00493.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap4wlyTXPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WGGONPvjB9k/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308187886981700850" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap4wlyTXPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WGGONPvjB9k/s400/DSC00511.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a STUD, man~!!! Get it, get it~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28 Dec 08:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;秋葉原電気街 (Akihabara Denki Gai - Akihabara Electric Town). It was cool, but I didn't buy anything surprisingly. Anime and electronics filled streets, not ONE thing was purchased (aside from food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap57d5cA3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AQGvicqTW_Q/s1600-h/nums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308189173354333042" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap57d5cA3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AQGvicqTW_Q/s400/nums.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Later on, we went to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;浅草 (Asakusa). I initially wanted to buy taiko goods, but the stores were closed because of the upcoming New Year's celebration...DAMN IT~!!! Oh well. Decided to just meander around &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;浅草寺 (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Sensō-ji&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;) where the famous &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;雷門 (Kaminarimon) is. Totally went omiyage shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap7tPb0n7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/E-WQdbRI55w/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308191127977107378" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap7tPb0n7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/E-WQdbRI55w/s400/DSC00518.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap7N2kZpDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PSCa44vv_qo/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308190588726256690" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap7N2kZpDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/PSCa44vv_qo/s400/DSC00524.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap7N47sRgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/sJyKH8af7Wo/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308190589360817666" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap7N47sRgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/sJyKH8af7Wo/s400/DSC00534.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap7NSmqeyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GCif3z8BkHA/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308190579072072482" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap7NSmqeyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/GCif3z8BkHA/s400/DSC00521.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah...LAMB Raisin...the hell...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;For dinner we went to, of all places, Yoshinoya. I guess we were all too hungry to give a crap where we were eating. Toward the end of our meal, we felt someone staring at us from the door - IT WAS ANDREW (a good friend of ours from the L.A./Tokyo Orientation). He said he noticed a thick-bearded guy sitting next to a black girl; figured it was me and Yoli. AHAHA~!!! He was with some of his boys from the U.S., so we ended up going back to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;渋谷 for some sexy 飲み放題 (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;nomih&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;ō&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;dai - all you can drink) times and karaoke. What a crazy night, that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap8rxEukII/AAAAAAAAAO4/1wYh4bhO9SY/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308192202158936194" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap8rxEukII/AAAAAAAAAO4/1wYh4bhO9SY/s400/DSC00546.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29 Dec 08:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out; headed to Tricia's place in &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;群馬県 (Gunma-ken). Mid-trip, though, we stopped off in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;熊谷 (Kumagaya) to meet a friend of Tricia's who invited us to his restaurant. "The Master," as he was called, was this big-bear of a man that owned a &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;noodle shop. It was SO bomb~!!! His wife and daughter were working at the time, too. Had hand-made &lt;font lang="ja"&gt;餃子 (gy&lt;/font&gt;ōza), 油そば (abura soba), and つけ麺 (tsukemen). SO filling, and COMPLETELY free~!!! I need to send The Master a thank you letter, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap95EwKmCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3ZWFV9X415Y/s1600-h/TheMaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308193530291329058" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap95EwKmCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/3ZWFV9X415Y/s400/TheMaster.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap95DFWQOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Z8vjv0Cwjx8/s1600-h/Yummers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308193529843302626" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap95DFWQOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Z8vjv0Cwjx8/s400/Yummers.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made it to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;渋川 (Shibukawa) by dusk, and we all just wanted to unwind the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 Dec 08:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still were pretty bushed from the previous days. We decided to just chill out for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap--ujbouI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IVYEsGZALb0/s1600-h/fuckin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308194726923182818" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap--ujbouI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IVYEsGZALb0/s400/fuckin.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap--hbj64I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0cvRVwoeupk/s1600-h/shibukawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308194723400510338" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap--hbj64I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0cvRVwoeupk/s400/shibukawa.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Year's Eve 08:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;東京ドーム&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt; (Tokyo Dome) to have lunch at CPK - yeah, pizza again - and to shop around. Tricia and her friends wanted to get attend this New Year's concert hosted by some effeminate J-pop boy-band, so Yoli, Saiki and I parted from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap_jY6GnTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jFXMOUbgR3k/s1600-h/CPK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308195356767853874" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sap_jY6GnTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jFXMOUbgR3k/s400/CPK.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqABLhLEyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dmQJUym2zM8/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308195868569703202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqABLhLEyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/dmQJUym2zM8/s400/DSC00551.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUSH: WE ARE "NOT" VIRGIN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Made our way to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;お台場&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt; (Odaiba), an artificial island in Tokyo Bay. Didn't spend too much time there; went to Decks Tokyo Beach and hit up Joypolis. Took some pretty nice pictures of Rainbow Bridge and...the Statue of Liberty? The hell? Oh well, it was still beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqBVIoKtBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wkXVbNczKLs/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308197310902744082" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqBVIoKtBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wkXVbNczKLs/s400/DSC00555.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqBU8nroCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hzi6hzxxHSE/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308197307679481890" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqBU8nroCI/AAAAAAAAAPw/hzi6hzxxHSE/s400/DSC00560.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Took the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;首都高速道路 (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Shuto Kōsoku Dōro - Shuto Expressway)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt; toward Tokyo Tower.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqBz5pvV5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Jw1IbsSgk9Q/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308197839458752402" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqBz5pvV5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Jw1IbsSgk9Q/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;Then headed to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;増上寺 (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Zōjō Temple) to prepare to ring in the New Year. Mitzi (also a good friend from the L.A./Tokyo Orientation) and her younger brother, Jun, met up with us at the temple. Ate food/drank sake from the vendors, bought charms, and chilled till around 8:30 when we cued in line to get our wishing paper (pentagon shaped).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqCqq1kWII/AAAAAAAAAQY/mq0csJGy8Fg/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308198780374636674" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqCqq1kWII/AAAAAAAAAQY/mq0csJGy8Fg/s400/DSC00606.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqCdfTFvMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GC1OkJdLm58/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308198553938934978" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqCdfTFvMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/GC1OkJdLm58/s400/DSC00608.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqC8-dZOsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XZb9GR0XRJ8/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308199094879599298" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqC8-dZOsI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XZb9GR0XRJ8/s400/DSC00612.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqDsRcrtLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Whw4LuudaMI/s1600-h/writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308199907430741170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqDsRcrtLI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Whw4LuudaMI/s400/writing.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10pm, we fell in line again, this time for balloons to tie our wishing paper to. It was cool. To be more eco-friendly, the balloons weren't plastic, rather, they were made of rice~!!! How dope's that~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqF_--SV6I/AAAAAAAAARY/rHQLUio3tOU/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202445092050850" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqF_--SV6I/AAAAAAAAARY/rHQLUio3tOU/s400/DSC00619.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqEK8NI2xI/AAAAAAAAARA/eUxGgQv602g/s1600-h/thefuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308200434304342802" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqEK8NI2xI/AAAAAAAAARA/eUxGgQv602g/s400/thefuck.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, hold on a minute...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Balloon exchange for the&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wishes of tickets is required&lt;/font&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riiiiight...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqEKo7qCpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IhOw5SgWbj4/s1600-h/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308200429130746514" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqEKo7qCpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IhOw5SgWbj4/s400/balloons.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqEKWoEAxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/67k8EHmoZVU/s1600-h/balloons2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308200424216724242" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqEKWoEAxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/67k8EHmoZVU/s400/balloons2.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqE7K9n15I/AAAAAAAAARQ/p60f_C_HwOM/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308201262899517330" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqE7K9n15I/AAAAAAAAARQ/p60f_C_HwOM/s400/DSC00624.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqE6xPiZGI/AAAAAAAAARI/lUah2qEVDHA/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308201255995335778" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqE6xPiZGI/AAAAAAAAARI/lUah2qEVDHA/s400/DSC00627.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still 2008!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After assembling our wishing paper to our rice balloons, Tricia met up with us (no concert for her I guess). We walked toward the mochi making area to eat our mochi before New Year's. T'was DE-LE-JUSS things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqGwytQ_tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WiHIv4lILUY/s1600-h/DSC00618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308203283613023954" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqGwytQ_tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/WiHIv4lILUY/s400/DSC00618.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqGfj4FjvI/AAAAAAAAARw/iYDrWSwd9cs/s1600-h/mochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202987574103794" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqGfj4FjvI/AAAAAAAAARw/iYDrWSwd9cs/s400/mochi.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqGfgaPx-I/AAAAAAAAARo/A4AB-3wRFc0/s1600-h/themochi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202986643638242" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqGfgaPx-I/AAAAAAAAARo/A4AB-3wRFc0/s400/themochi.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqGfcps47I/AAAAAAAAARg/g5Mh-IxP4b0/s1600-h/eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308202985634718642" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqGfcps47I/AAAAAAAAARg/g5Mh-IxP4b0/s400/eating.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noticed people making it toward the center of the temple grounds. COUNTDOWN SUCKAS~!!! SO f**ckin' packed, and some jerks kept pushing hard, vying for a position closer to the countdown clock near the giant temple bell. Ended up getting split up. Seriously, it was SO crowded that I literally relaxed my entire body but didn't fall because I was being supported by everyone around me. It was SO hot, SO tight, I couldn't breathe, almost lost my balance a couple of times, thought I was going to die - IT WAS SO MUCH FUN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqIHUXwfWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yqY_lzenarQ/s1600-h/CROWDED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308204770118368610" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqIHUXwfWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yqY_lzenarQ/s400/CROWDED.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My main concern in the midst of the mosh pit was to be able to get away from a tree we were stuck under so I could properly release my rice balloon. Luckily, with all the shoving, we made it away from the furthest reaching branch. Then...3, 2, 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Year's Day 09:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR~!!! FLY BALLOON, FLY~!!! Man was it a sight to behold~!!! All these rice balloons filled the night sky! Rockin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqIHBBEiQI/AAAAAAAAASI/3tSHm4bBNNU/s1600-h/FLYING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308204764922939650" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqIHBBEiQI/AAAAAAAAASI/3tSHm4bBNNU/s400/FLYING.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqIHENwiwI/AAAAAAAAASA/vnk_9H-SvNg/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308204765781461762" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqIHENwiwI/AAAAAAAAASA/vnk_9H-SvNg/s400/DSC00633.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqI0YE3UwI/AAAAAAAAASg/zonLAL10bek/s1600-h/Sake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308205544206979842" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqI0YE3UwI/AAAAAAAAASg/zonLAL10bek/s400/Sake.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;乾杯！あけおめ！&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the crowds started to thin out, we were able to leave. Yoli, Saiki, Tricia and I crashed with Mitzi and Jun at their hotel (man, was THAT cramped, but luckily we had a place to sleep). THANKS AGAIN MITZI &amp;amp; JUN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, went back to Shakey's in 原宿. Walked around until Mitzi, Jun, and Tricia had to go. Yoli, Saiki, and I went to &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;新宿&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, and we parted ways with Yoli who was catching a bus from somewhere else. Saiki and I were leaving from the same area, so we just chilled until it was time for us to leave. It was strange cuz we saw the Keio Plaza - to think we were just there in July of last year...crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiki left before I did. My bus came maybe half an hour after hers. Thankfully, I bought a ticket for a more spacious bus! I had 2 seats to myself at the front of the bus - and yes, I was able to sleep. I was so traveled out by the time I got home. I didn't want to do anything when I finally got home. Just slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD IT'S OVER~!!! I had fun though. Good food, good friends, good times. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqI0CmePjI/AAAAAAAAASY/JF0RZLlr80Q/s1600-h/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308205538442362418" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaqI0CmePjI/AAAAAAAAASY/JF0RZLlr80Q/s400/2009.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_romaji"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-4080437528878022041?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4080437528878022041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=4080437528878022041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4080437528878022041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4080437528878022041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-ring-in-new-year-j-style.html' title='俺の冬休みだ - Let&apos;s ring in the New Year J-Style~!!!'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaptAcnIoXI/AAAAAAAAALg/DYodmrRw8L4/s72-c/DSC00437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-4519563220473401891</id><published>2008-12-23T15:00:00.034+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:25:08.347+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='伏見稲荷大社'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal Studios Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='京都市'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Osaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='大阪'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fushimi Inari Shrine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='宇治'/><title type='text'>Yoli &amp; Me: When Brown People Unite</title><content type='html'>YES~!!!  No school today - thank you Mr. Emperor for making your birthday a national holiday.  Thankfully, I'm taking 3 days off, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Saturday (the day after my birthday), Yoli midnighted to my place.  She wanted to hang out in my area and do some Christmas stuff before our trip to Tokyo (which is in 2 days, btw).  When she got to my place, she decided to take a nap before we headed out to 大阪 (Osaka) to meet up with my friend, Yuko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around lunch time, we met up with Yuko near 難波駅 (Namba Station) and walked to a place called WIRED Care.  Yoli and I ordered Loco Moco, but it was TOTALLY different than the actual Hawaiian-style version.  Instead of gravy, they used this demi-glace burger sauce.  It was weird.  Oh, and there was this f-ed up lookin' ketchup bottle...looked frozen, but it wasn't.  Why was that?  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4gIQy8ZKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/yeuzOqmk4To/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4gIQy8ZKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/yeuzOqmk4To/s400/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309216337036076194" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4gIhZU9UI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jTe_oxKBX7k/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4gIhZU9UI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jTe_oxKBX7k/s400/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309216341492036930" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the train and made our way to USJ (Universal Studios Japan).  We had to walk through Universal Citywalk to get there, so we did some side-shopping along the way.  And, yes, we had to stop at the Takoyaki Museum, of course~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4g7FfPNjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KIbAKt1VcB8/s1600-h/DSC00266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4g7FfPNjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KIbAKt1VcB8/s400/DSC00266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309217210173961778" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4g61j-EPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/83qc5HzDl-g/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4g61j-EPI/AAAAAAAAAjI/83qc5HzDl-g/s400/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309217205898842354" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4g6pf1u6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/0X0sKJkF5Q8/s1600-h/DSC00270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4g6pf1u6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/0X0sKJkF5Q8/s400/DSC00270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309217202660293538" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why we went to USJ was to see the Christmas show.  Yoli and I wanted to feel the Christmas spirit full-blast since it's known to be really commercial here in Japan.  We rode the roller coaster, the 3D Spiderman ride, even watched a Peter Pan show.  Churros?  Had to eat some.  We even ventured into the souvenir shops that were more packed than early morning commuter trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4j5s47T0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/OgvhjaLuqmM/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4j5s47T0I/AAAAAAAAAkY/OgvhjaLuqmM/s400/DSC00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309220484925837122" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dang, we DARK...jk.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4j5Q8ZrmI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/pl7SKvCVLx4/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4j5Q8ZrmI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/pl7SKvCVLx4/s400/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309220477424217698" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoli &amp;amp; Yuko&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4j5GuHU9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/1Ubc_zV3Gk0/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4j5GuHU9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/1Ubc_zV3Gk0/s400/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309220474679940050" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Tree Hat?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4iyGqmGpI/AAAAAAAAAkA/NKNhw-gvP5w/s1600-h/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4iyGqmGpI/AAAAAAAAAkA/NKNhw-gvP5w/s400/DSC00340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309219254894467730" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3D Glasses x 3 (+ a random woman)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4ixiMJ4pI/AAAAAAAAAj4/O9owMlCdCmI/s1600-h/DSC00339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4ixiMJ4pI/AAAAAAAAAj4/O9owMlCdCmI/s400/DSC00339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309219245103112850" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Spiderman Ride Car&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4ixf6tsTI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZVpjNvbtO9w/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4ixf6tsTI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ZVpjNvbtO9w/s400/DSC00332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309219244493091122" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Churros&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4iHpxJe-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/feQn-w-8DOI/s1600-h/DSC00345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4iHpxJe-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/feQn-w-8DOI/s400/DSC00345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309218525582818274" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4iHUz-zoI/AAAAAAAAAjg/StcooYYsXDs/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4iHUz-zoI/AAAAAAAAAjg/StcooYYsXDs/s400/DSC00351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309218519957556866" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4iHDMmhpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/otTjFzqvkQ0/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4iHDMmhpI/AAAAAAAAAjY/otTjFzqvkQ0/s400/DSC00353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309218515228984978" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas show itself was amazing.  There was a normal looking series of buildings on the lot.  That night for the show, really colorful and winter-ish images were projected on the surfaces of the buildings.  There were dancers and singers, people dressed up as angels., and a fireworks finale.  It was hard to get good pictures because all these old people kept pushing their way through the crowd to get a better view of the events as they unfolded.  And it was dark.  And some tall-ass Japanese people were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the songs they sang were traditional English songs, so I started to feel REALLY homesick.  After all, it was my first time being away from family for Christmas.  Finally getting our fill of "home," we parted with Yuko, and went back to my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4m6zsxvUI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dddFBXT2mZI/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4m6zsxvUI/AAAAAAAAAlI/dddFBXT2mZI/s400/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309223802468678978" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4m6UO4o6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bYmKXycenkg/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4m6UO4o6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bYmKXycenkg/s400/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309223794021802914" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4mNVSpfFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-_24dSrk5ds/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4mNVSpfFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-_24dSrk5ds/s400/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309223021211909202" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4m5zn-qBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/fW6VD56GBBM/s1600-h/DSC00306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4m5zn-qBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/fW6VD56GBBM/s400/DSC00306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309223785268684818" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4mNNl73mI/AAAAAAAAAko/TVVMchSNm5E/s1600-h/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4mNNl73mI/AAAAAAAAAko/TVVMchSNm5E/s400/DSC00307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309223019145322082" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4mMySA7dI/AAAAAAAAAkg/5LokeELauYw/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4mMySA7dI/AAAAAAAAAkg/5LokeELauYw/s400/DSC00309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309223011814010322" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Yoli and I went to 京都市 (Kyoto City) to do some shopping for our trip to Tokyo.We took a leisurely pace until we met up with Yuko for dinner.  We had DE-LE-JUSS Japanese food and weird, but tasty-times drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4o_Gv4gNI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Alk2m-Px8PQ/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4o_Gv4gNI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Alk2m-Px8PQ/s400/DSC00364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309226075324711122" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4o-3HYTJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/S7rIzdaVCWo/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4o-3HYTJI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/S7rIzdaVCWo/s400/DSC00368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309226071128296594" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday rolled along, and I had to go to work.  It was closing ceremony.  After I got back home, Yoli and I headed down toward 宇治 (Uji) to get my haircut, but I didn't realize that all barber shops closed on Mondays.  So instead, we just walked around the city; even got some 宇治抹茶ソフトクリーム (Uji Matcha Soft Cream).  We went back to my apartment because I had to get ready for a school social in the city with the school staff.  Yoli spent time solo in the city during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4v5KSr9-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/eKE603Oe1Ek/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4v5KSr9-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/eKE603Oe1Ek/s400/DSC00374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309233669778175970" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4v4u1cGJI/AAAAAAAAAlo/xIn2mokwWeI/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4v4u1cGJI/AAAAAAAAAlo/xIn2mokwWeI/s400/DSC00372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309233662407743634" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was Yoli's last day before heading back home.  We pretty much spent the rest of the day up until Yoli left to soak in the scenery at 伏見稲荷大社 (Fushimi Inari Shrine).  It was fun being able to explore the unbeaten paths that were hidden behind the obvious ones.  We ended up going through a bamboo forest that suddenly became what looked like a pine forest (seriously looked like the California mountains at a point).  We passed some vegetable farms and ended up in an area that NO tourist would normally end up (possibly a residential area behind the hill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xtwNm-RI/AAAAAAAAAmY/sZHmXNvouOU/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xtwNm-RI/AAAAAAAAAmY/sZHmXNvouOU/s400/DSC00385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309235672822249746" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xtrHp-8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/CZFIS3hjTzc/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xtrHp-8I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/CZFIS3hjTzc/s400/DSC00391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309235671455103938" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xJLScIgI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eO-u1Lj-XtI/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xJLScIgI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eO-u1Lj-XtI/s400/DSC00400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309235044435108354" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xIyNtUKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ym0guFqn9uw/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xIyNtUKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ym0guFqn9uw/s400/DSC00410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309235037704376482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even cut through a forested area and ended up on the other side of the viewing area f the lake.  It was cool exploring the area with a good friend.  Finally it was time for Yoli  to head out.  The both of us had fun during the long weekend.  Down cuz we're brown~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xIqm8X5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/GQEXBmquthw/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xIqm8X5I/AAAAAAAAAl4/GQEXBmquthw/s400/DSC00427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309235035662737298" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what goes down when brown people unite.  WE OUT, SUCKAFISH~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xuQn9a_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/kHcrjSYL_L0/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4xuQn9a_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/kHcrjSYL_L0/s400/DSC00360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309235681522707442" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-4519563220473401891?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4519563220473401891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=4519563220473401891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4519563220473401891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4519563220473401891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/yoli-me-when-brown-people-unite.html' title='Yoli &amp; Me: When Brown People Unite'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sa4gIQy8ZKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/yeuzOqmk4To/s72-c/DSC00265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-1129681991817040652</id><published>2008-12-19T21:00:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:25:08.358+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathon Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intravenous therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mid-Year Conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acute tonsillitis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='マラソン大会'/><title type='text'>I'm 26 years old...great.</title><content type='html'>It's list time~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Dec 08 - 4 Dec 08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Had my mid-year conference!  Didn't have to go to school on Wednesday and Thursday, thank God.  I went with one of my JTEs.  She's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Dec 08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Started feeling sick.  It got progressively worse.  I had a super headache, a fever, a bad cough, and a horribly sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 Dec 08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Went to the hospital (trip number 2...DAMN IT) after school.  Ended up getting strapped to an I.V. for an hour because I apparently had f**kin' acute tonsillitis.  Yeah for prescribed drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Dec 08 - 11 Dec 09:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick days are a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 Dec 08:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Marathon Day (マラソン大会) for the kids, and yet I still had work on Monday.  Why was that?  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 Dec 08:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi's 25th Birthday~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had class today, but only one 1st grade class.  I turned 26 today.  Great.  At least Yoli's midnighting into town.  It should be a fun weekend this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmission Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-1129681991817040652?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1129681991817040652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=1129681991817040652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/1129681991817040652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/1129681991817040652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-26-years-oldgreat.html' title='I&apos;m 26 years old...great.'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-8439487606398971748</id><published>2008-12-02T19:00:00.014+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:25:08.365+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='神戸ビーフ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kobe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kobe beef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kobe Port Tower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maya-san'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='南京町'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nankinmachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Port of Kobe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='神戸'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank Gehry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kobe Chinatown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='摩耶山'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish Dance'/><title type='text'>NINJAS in 神戸~!!!</title><content type='html'>Just to let you know, my father's birthday was yesterday (1 Dec. 08).  I STILL don't know how old he is.  Whatever.  Age is just a number, right?  It's all mental~!!!  Well, I talked him for like HOURS last night~!!!  I really miss my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Saturday (29 Nov. 08), Mitch (a.k.a. Lil' Ninja) and his friend Michelle stayed for a short weekend.  Yeah, I've been busy, huh?  It was only one weekend before when the EC Crew was over...I'M CRAZY~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet in 神戸 (Kobe).  It was a pretty chill day.  We went shopping and spent some time walking around the Kobe Port Tower and the Port of Kobe (had to take a picture next to Frank O. Gehry's sculpture at the Fish Dance restaurant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak0tXSsVUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ziCyxQmWcnc/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak0tXSsVUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ziCyxQmWcnc/s400/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307831589784016194" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak0O96oX7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/sCH3clfqvvg/s1600-h/KOBEport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak0O96oX7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/sCH3clfqvvg/s400/KOBEport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307831067576131506" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak0OuVVkZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KfTXKml_kDU/s1600-h/Kobeportboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak0OuVVkZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KfTXKml_kDU/s400/Kobeportboat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307831063393178002" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak0OiyTVPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pn6-UI1DwK0/s1600-h/FISHDANCE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak0OiyTVPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/pn6-UI1DwK0/s400/FISHDANCE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307831060293440754" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also wandered around &lt;font lang="ja"&gt;南京町 (Nankinmachi - Kobe Chinatown), which was &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;interesting.  There were a bunch of Chinese folk yelling at you to enter their establishments...in Japanese~!!!  The street food was good (my favorite was the shrimp ball that looked like a cocoon or something).  We also took a picture with Bruce Lee~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak1dO7KMTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RmbeTo9NDQk/s1600-h/Chinatown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak1dO7KMTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RmbeTo9NDQk/s400/Chinatown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307832412171546930" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak1dAEerEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HulMb7SwbUE/s1600-h/Bruce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak1dAEerEI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HulMb7SwbUE/s400/Bruce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307832408184106050" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;We even&lt;/font&gt; went up &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;摩耶山 (Maya-san).  T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;he view from Maya-san was SO amazing, but it was SO f-ing cold, and it was too dark to take proper pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak2WM0LMQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/q2oqphCJmlM/s1600-h/Umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak2WM0LMQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/q2oqphCJmlM/s400/Umbrella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307833390857924866" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak27rpbNzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-yIYdIfSiFc/s1600-h/GreenMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak27rpbNzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-yIYdIfSiFc/s400/GreenMe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307834034789496626" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak2VwHlrYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gFEX06Gb5iY/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak2VwHlrYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gFEX06Gb5iY/s400/DSC00201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307833383154724226" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak2VuGiSpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pjKkJeHzprY/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak2VuGiSpI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pjKkJeHzprY/s400/DSC00204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307833382613437074" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;For dinner, we went to a place (forgot the name) for REAL Kobe beef~!!!  Yeah, I dished out the money for the SEVEN COURSE MEAL that included red wine~!!!  Man, that was BOMB-ass beef.  Michelle even started crying because it was THAT good (and cuz she was laughing a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak4u87kbII/AAAAAAAAALY/VioeFj4bhzA/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak4u87kbII/AAAAAAAAALY/VioeFj4bhzA/s400/DSC00226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307836015113956482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MENU&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak4u4rKzqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/UbT0FYvFE58/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak4u4rKzqI/AAAAAAAAALQ/UbT0FYvFE58/s400/DSC00213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307836013971426978" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEEF SALAD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak4aLN_wNI/AAAAAAAAALI/RcsPuw4a-DM/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak4aLN_wNI/AAAAAAAAALI/RcsPuw4a-DM/s400/DSC00214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835658172088530" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRISKET OF BEEF&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak4ZxC_pGI/AAAAAAAAALA/5sZj6ozwSi8/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak4ZxC_pGI/AAAAAAAAALA/5sZj6ozwSi8/s400/DSC00215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835651146622050" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEEF CHEEK&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak4Zip32bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/irVExuEichE/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak4Zip32bI/AAAAAAAAAK4/irVExuEichE/s400/DSC00219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835647283157426" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEAK #1 w/ WHITE ASPARAGUS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak31b-g_rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MeK62ZhiEyI/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak31b-g_rI/AAAAAAAAAKw/MeK62ZhiEyI/s400/DSC00221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835027015401138" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEAK #2 on BAGUETTES&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak31PEqIKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/siU_bfALM6w/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak31PEqIKI/AAAAAAAAAKo/siU_bfALM6w/s400/DSC00223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835023551504546" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEEF SUKIYAKI&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak31JAd4-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/h3FAss5zVdA/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak31JAd4-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/h3FAss5zVdA/s400/DSC00224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307835021923312610" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRUIT SORBET &amp;amp; MATCHA ICE CREAM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;It was a great ninja day in &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;神戸.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-8439487606398971748?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/8439487606398971748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=8439487606398971748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/8439487606398971748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/8439487606398971748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/12/ninjas-in.html' title='NINJAS in 神戸~!!!'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sak0tXSsVUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ziCyxQmWcnc/s72-c/DSC00196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-34661643218878564</id><published>2008-11-25T18:00:00.023+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:25:08.372+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fugetsu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='お好み焼き'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='okonomiyaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='アメ村'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Osaka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dōtonbori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='風月'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amemura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='道頓堀'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='大阪'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America Village'/><title type='text'>A Day in 大阪 &amp; Turkey Substitute  (EC Reunion Part II)</title><content type='html'>It was off to Osaka the next day (Sunday, 23 Nov. 08).  I initially wanted to take the crew to Kyoto again to see more stuff, but Saiki had major issues with her Apple laptop, so we went to Osaka to hit up the Apple store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped off her computer and headed to 風月 (Fugetsu), an お好み焼き (okonomiyaki) restaurant in アメ村 (Amemura - America Village).  It was DE-LE-JUSS.  I'll let the pictures tell the story~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakiImkDxyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XhHasLyXQvM/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakiImkDxyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XhHasLyXQvM/s400/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307811167018927906" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakiuvozZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/cBF4PFeXHVM/s1600-h/DSCN2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakiuvozZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/cBF4PFeXHVM/s400/DSCN2883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307811822289774562" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakjMWZxIHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/THdO7r-C4PU/s1600-h/DSCN2886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakjMWZxIHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/THdO7r-C4PU/s400/DSCN2886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307812330911899762" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakjbP59gJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QbM75YMD4Mk/s1600-h/DSCN2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakjbP59gJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QbM75YMD4Mk/s400/DSCN2904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307812586865918098" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakkowra0nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9qTmQv7q8dg/s1600-h/PB223254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakkowra0nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9qTmQv7q8dg/s400/PB223254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307813918513222258" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakj7scNfkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/L74trJslNzM/s1600-h/DSCN2912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakj7scNfkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/L74trJslNzM/s400/DSCN2912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307813144281579074" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakk2CkHUYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/u6ddfYkXJDg/s1600-h/PB223255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakk2CkHUYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/u6ddfYkXJDg/s400/PB223255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307814146652721538" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finally getting back Saiki's computer, we decided to hit up various stores and stuff around &lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;道頓堀 (&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Dōtonbori&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;).  Naturally, I had to take them to the Glico Man, a well-known landmark, and OF COURSE we HAD to eat &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;たこ焼き (takoyaki) from a street vendor before we left.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;I wanted to show them more of the area, but alas, we were running out of time (I had planned an early Thanksgiving dinner with them).  We finally headed back to my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakl-uSSPrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BYr1Cp-36Yc/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakl-uSSPrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BYr1Cp-36Yc/s400/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307815395339681458" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakmMGeRCDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yRM1BiOaRuw/s1600-h/DSCN1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakmMGeRCDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yRM1BiOaRuw/s400/DSCN1175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307815625170683954" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaknIlw3yFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/68KHzEG-kJI/s1600-h/DSCN2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SaknIlw3yFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/68KHzEG-kJI/s400/DSCN2935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307816664362371154" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakmrPsWiKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/btEDsMzcZtI/s1600-h/DSCN2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakmrPsWiKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/btEDsMzcZtI/s400/DSCN2919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307816160221628578" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;FINALLY, time to cook in Papa Noel's Kitchen...EVERYONE GET OUT~!!!  Just kidding.  Since we were all together and we all were scheduled to work on the day of American Thanksgiving, I decided to plan a dinner for all of us.  All the guys took turns helping me out in the kitchen.  It was rockin' times - sharing funny moments, cooking &amp;amp; breaking bread together, and telling each other what we were thankful for.  And seriously, we were just thankful that we were in each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;The Menu:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Herb Chicken in Mushroom Sauce&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Garlic Cheese Mashed Potatoes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Seafood Shumai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Mini Meat Patties&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Fish Fry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Brown &amp;amp; White Mix Rice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;font class="t_nihongo_kanji"&gt;&lt;font lang="ja"&gt;Alcohol, Juice, &amp;amp; Water&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakp65q79pI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nW6gBT0J8ns/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakp65q79pI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nW6gBT0J8ns/s400/DSC00134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307819727722903186" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakp7O29DfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/co5aKs7Tm_E/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakp7O29DfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/co5aKs7Tm_E/s400/DSC00141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307819733410450930" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakp7Zu_hkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3WUvPwOQhmw/s1600-h/DSC00145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sakp7Zu_hkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3WUvPwOQhmw/s400/DSC00145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307819736329848386" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakqkekfPfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Rk5u25_3eRQ/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakqkekfPfI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Rk5u25_3eRQ/s400/DSC00153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307820442002603506" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakqkPu_jMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/e9XxBBGMS4E/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SakqkPu_jMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/e9XxBBGMS4E/s400/DSC00179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307820438020132034" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sako-HXJerI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gu3lUbLlyH0/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/Sako-HXJerI/AAAAAAAAAII/Gu3lUbLlyH0/s400/DSC00185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307818683425979058" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-34661643218878564?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/34661643218878564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=34661643218878564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/34661643218878564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/34661643218878564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-in-turkey-substitute-ec-reunion.html' title='A Day in 大阪 &amp; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqG8SayG7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/emjQZ6wj2ng/s400/PB213171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;久しぶりやんな～！Geez, it's been FOREVER since I blogged last. I apologize to those who check up on my blog to find that there hasn't been a new entry since the beginning of October. Ok, here we go my fellow beastly friends~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick Notes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my family, girlfriend, and friends a lot, but I try to keep busy to keep my mind occupied.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taiko is something of the past in my life, right now. Seriously, who would've thought that finding taiko would be hard in, of all places, Japan!? I would like to say more about this, but for now, let's just say...I hate when my time is wasted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was sick for 3 weeks in October. I wasted 2 three-day weekends because I quarantined myself. I'm better now (after going to the doctor and getting some J-drugs - powerful stuff).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work's work. More kids are starting to warm up to me. Some still don't care that I'm there. A handful are super rude to me. Many really think I'm cool. Oh well, I really don't mind at this point. Whatever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I think that about sums up all the missing info between this post and last. Anyway, last Friday (21 Nov. 08), 4 of my good friends from the Niigata area came down to spend the long weekend (the same peeps from Earth Celebration - Saiki &amp;amp; Susan from Sado, and Yoli &amp;amp; Jay from Kashiwazaki). It was such a fast weekend, but filled with memories I know I'll keep for a long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming from Niigata to my area takes up a good majority of the day, so the guys didn't make it into the city until 10ish pm. I met up with them at Kyoto Eki, grabbed some wholesome コンビニ (konbini - convenient store) food and headed back to my place to get our grub on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272175393668076594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqHll0kFDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lFJL9Dz1GTE/s320/DSCN1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Saturday was dedicated to touring Kyoto - with a whole mess of people from all over Japan and the world, it was really hard to go around, but we managed to have a good time without rushing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqEFZ4mxuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LfofhYokdLo/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272171542173107938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqEFZ4mxuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LfofhYokdLo/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;東福寺 (Tōfukuji) was PACKED with people trying to get the full 紅葉 (Kōyō - colorful leaves of Autumn) experience. The Kyoto area is one of the prime destinations for people all over the world (and especially Japan) to tour around this time of year. The resilient golds, yellows, oranges, and reds among the transient greens were simply breath taking - undeniably something that NEEDS to be experienced first-hand. It's also something that can neither be fully preserved through the medium of photo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqL2ueWaAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vDsEKvWUgZ8/s1600-h/PB213168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272180086095112194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqL2ueWaAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vDsEKvWUgZ8/s320/PB213168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;graphy or videography (although the products of effort are good enough keepsakes).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was interesting walking from the the station to the temple. With guards and surprisingly clean traffic cones to lead the way, it was still difficult to navigate through the narrow streets as hordes of avid tourists went in and out of town. To accommodate the slow current of people, there were booths selling things - dorayaki (bean paste-filled pancake-like food), tea, mochi, and various dango to name a few. Yes, they were DE-LE-JUSS~!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqGbAyoRRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QAzRw8RNg6Q/s1600-h/PB213189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272174112417531154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqGbAyoRRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QAzRw8RNg6Q/s320/PB213189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finally making it to the temple, we cued in a line that I swore was longer than that of any ride at Magic Mountain. It wouldn't have been so bad if people in Japan actually followed line etiquette.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqIhVUyUYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/D-6kQ8YnvrU/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272176420031975810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqIhVUyUYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/D-6kQ8YnvrU/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqDYDdY0wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/e7NVXlawQu4/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqDYDdY0wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/e7NVXlawQu4/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never cut in front of a group of Americans. NEVER~!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once inside, we took our time to enjoy all the colors of the trees. The smell of autumn, the cool and moist air, and the barrage of visual stimuli was intense. We tried our best to take advantage of every photo opportunity possible. We spent hours enjoying the temple and the temple grounds, but the incessant pushes and shoves of other tourists eventually made us leave. At least we got our fill of the experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqFBcI_izI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PX_Qlg6Qc-Q/s1600-h/DSCN1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272172573570861874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqFBcI_izI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PX_Qlg6Qc-Q/s320/DSCN1110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We started to get higgity-hungry, and the gang wanted to go do some shiggity-shopping, so we grabbed a quick bite to eat in Gion and went to the shopping district along Kawaramachi Street.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqPJ1-dFDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0wr7I5z5Tks/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272183713061213234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqPJ1-dFDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0wr7I5z5Tks/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a while of messing around, we headed to over to another popular site for 紅葉 viewing - 清水寺 (Kiyomizudera - Pure Water Temple), but this time we headed over at night. Only during the fall season, temples do what is called ライトアップ (RAITO-APPU - Light Up). Temples strategically place lights under, around, and above trees and parts of the temple to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqPkyKiXaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rYIFHwKp_UQ/s1600-h/DSC00085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272184175894617506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqPkyKiXaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rYIFHwKp_UQ/s320/DSC00085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;accentuate their beauty during the night. Like the last place, 清水寺 was packed, but it was TOTALLY awesome~!!! It was my first time experiencing ライトアップ. This is ALSO something that MUST be experienced up-close and personal.  It was dark, so taking pictures was really challenging!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqQ9AiVcKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7GxsdNoAnNM/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272185691581018274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqQ9AiVcKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7GxsdNoAnNM/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For dinner, we went to a place in the city called The Lockup for Yoli's super-belated birthday celebration. The Lockup is a theme bar where the waitresses are "sexy cops" in a prison filled with inmates and monsters (the other waitresses, waiters, and workers). You dine in a prison cell. Alcohol is served in either beakers, flasks, test tubes, syringes, or in capsule form. You have to ask the them for water seven times before they give you two sips of water - although I don't think that's part of the dining experience. It was an interesting place with interesting food, but honestly, we were all TOO exhausted to fully enjoy the atmosphere.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqRF8yUN4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/R8S_uEqg-M0/s1600-h/DSCN1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272185845193127810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqRF8yUN4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/R8S_uEqg-M0/s320/DSCN1157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This place was also too dark for pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, we dragged our asses through the streets, stumbled into the subway, and rolled into the train bound for my place. Yeah, this all took place on ONE day~!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EC Reunion Part II soon...tomorrow maybe?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;さいしょはぐ～じゃんけんぽい～！！！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-1923265411574035003?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/1923265411574035003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=1923265411574035003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/1923265411574035003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/1923265411574035003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/11/ec-reunion-part-i.html' title='紅葉が大好きだ～！！！ (EC Reunion Part I)'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SSqG8SayG7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/emjQZ6wj2ng/s72-c/PB213171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-4453096025429721703</id><published>2008-10-14T17:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:28:45.500+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poultrycide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='allergies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gokiburi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ゴキブリ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>The Black ゴキブリ &amp; My Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;NOTE:  There are no pics for this short blog - I apologize.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what a ゴキブリ (gokiburi) is?  It's a cockroach.  Ok, we've all seen these nasty, hemimetabolous insects before.  But the ones in Japan give me an even more unpleasant feeling up my spinal column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home one day, ready to cook something for dinner when I noticed something moving above me.  This enormous ゴキブリ was scurrying about my ceiling.  I quickly grabbed a can of cockroach spray (with a picture of a male chicken on the bottle - a picture that may lead one to suspect that it's Poultrycide, you know, for all those pesky chickens that raid your kitchen at night) and gassed the pest.  After hitting the ground with a crunchy-like sound, it started running and trying to fly.  I contained it in a paper cup, punctured a hole at the top, and continued to gas it.  It took a whole night for it to die (I was still able to hear it scratching away at the cup walls while I was sleeping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how it got in cuz my apartment's clean and virtualy oxygen-proof.  Maybe it's kharma for making fun of my friend Kyle earlier in the work year.  I would always say to him that there was a giant beetle kickin' it behind him on the wall while he was on the computer chatting with me.  Ok, Kyle, I'm sorry.  Happy now~!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's Tuesday night.  Yesterday was a holiday.  I spent my whole, glorious weekend indoors because I fell ill.  A cold, allergies, I don't know, but all I know is, I can't breathe, my throat's sore, my eyes hurt, and my nose is stuffed up.  This is my pain.  I just want to be back to normal.  Stupid wind and weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...more soon~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-4453096025429721703?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/4453096025429721703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=4453096025429721703&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4453096025429721703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/4453096025429721703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/10/black-my-pain.html' title='The Black ゴキブリ &amp; My Pain'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-5359401757989164836</id><published>2008-09-19T12:30:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:24:35.289+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bilbo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentences'/><title type='text'>Not making fun, but...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've been correcting some stuff and stumbled upon some very interesting errors - some of which I want to make into t-shirts that I'd proudly wear out in public. Here are some sentences to enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original say system finger group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you play sports?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They is one times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to play sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I open she boa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here are some strange translations (word on the left = actual word; word on the right = word practice attempt). The following have helped me through some bad days. I cry with laughter thinking about them. After each one, I've made a simple sentence using the words attempted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow - eielly&lt;br /&gt;* Wow, look at that big, eielly bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;difficult - bifficult&lt;br /&gt;* It's very bifficult to learn Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;housework - hogs work&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes, I just don't want to the hogs work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travel - tolevil&lt;br /&gt;* I need to save more money so I can tolevil the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting - hoppery&lt;br /&gt;* Living here in Japan is so hoppery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow - motorying&lt;br /&gt;* I think it's going to rain motorying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passport - prarytion&lt;br /&gt;* Yesterday, I misplaced my prarytion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach - wactru&lt;br /&gt;* I love running on this sandy wactru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mountain - motorew&lt;br /&gt;* I've always wanted to know what it's like to pet a motorew cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again - hogtry&lt;br /&gt;* I'm sorry, can you repeat that hogtry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around - ryicu/alinpas&lt;br /&gt;* The dog ran ryicu the village.&lt;br /&gt;* Please stop jumping alinpas the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through - stricito&lt;br /&gt;* We will do our best stricito thick and thin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe - bilbo&lt;br /&gt;* You must bilbo in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Japan~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-5359401757989164836?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5359401757989164836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=5359401757989164836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5359401757989164836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5359401757989164836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-making-fun-but_19.html' title='Not making fun, but...'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-5986866964958826515</id><published>2008-09-17T12:56:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:05:38.971+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='やもり'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yamori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOT KILL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lizard'/><title type='text'>やもりチャン！！！</title><content type='html'>Ok, so there is this lizard called やもり　(yamori). In Japanese "ya" can mean "house," and "mori" can mean "bring luck to." Thus, the lizard brings luck to your house. THEREFORE, do NOT kill it~!!! Not a good omen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so I found a やもり　in my house the other day. It was cute and scurrying along my hallway. Cute little guy. I guess he wanted some food because I chased him into my kitchen. I picked him up, thanked him for sending me some luck, and released him into the wild. I hope a cat or other rice field creature didn`t eat him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here`s what one looks like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246835437956994818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SNCBCCpblwI/AAAAAAAAADI/CZfXSEhNjvY/s320/YAMORI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don`t let the photo fool you.  These guys are pretty small (by the way, this is a pic I got off the net...couldn`t take a picture of the one in my house because I didn`t have batteries for my camera...BUUU)~!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;とにかく、ホンマにいそがしな僕は。それで、じゃバイバイ。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-5986866964958826515?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5986866964958826515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=5986866964958826515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5986866964958826515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5986866964958826515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_17.html' title='やもりチャン！！！'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SNCBCCpblwI/AAAAAAAAADI/CZfXSEhNjvY/s72-c/YAMORI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-5201625138695855566</id><published>2008-09-01T21:39:00.009+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:59:11.619+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Celebration 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sado Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodo'/><title type='text'>Back from the "Dead"</title><content type='html'>Ok yeah, so it seems like f-ing forever since I've blogged. Thanks to Japan for letting me have fast, reliable internet at work. Ahaha, jk, Japan's technology isn't reliable when you need it. But over one month later and my supervisor telling me "Yes. You will get internet next week." each week DURING that month, I finally have internet. Lord be praised (seriously, that's not sarcasm)~!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* first day of school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* did a 自己紹介 (jikoshoukai = self introduction) for the whole student body in English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* did a longer 自己紹介 for the whole faculty in 日本語&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* no one told me how to dress afterwards for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* SCHOOL GROUNDS CLEANING (weeding...in the f-ing sun...thanks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTES: The kids are so wild. It's good and it's bad, but hey, I'm a wild guy, too. I know how to think at the level of these kids. This is going to be fun, challenging, and...well...different. By the way, I've made friends with both of my English teachers. They're awesome and have been helping me out a lot~!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's now rewind back to the weekend before last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SLvwehePkSI/AAAAAAAAABw/gR5S8uqUIso/s1600-h/NoelEC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241046998547665186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SLvwehePkSI/AAAAAAAAABw/gR5S8uqUIso/s320/NoelEC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EARTH CELEBRATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SADO ISLAND~!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EC weekend was SO amazing. It took me 3 trains and a ferry to get to Sado, a trip probably around 7 to 8 hours in total. I met a guy named Temu, a Japanese native that has been travelling the world since he was 19 years old (currently 25). He likes to breathe, eat and do tricks with fire. Japanese hippies are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my weekend with my friends, Jessica Saiki (Las Vegas, NV. - Sado), Yoli Haynes (San Diego, Ca. - Kashiwazaki?), Jay Soley (Tampa, Fl. - Kashiwazaki), and Susan Chiang (Fort Worth, Tx. - Sado). I also made a whole bunch of other friends in the Niigata area. Even made friends with a Japanese photographer. I even ran into a few familiar faces from the North American taiko community. Shout-outs to TAIKOPROJECT, Odaiko New England, and UCSD Asayake Daiko~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SLvyEIR7CDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5r24G9CfvoE/s1600-h/DRUMMERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241048744131758130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SLvyEIR7CDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5r24G9CfvoE/s320/DRUMMERS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Kodo hosting, there was a Brazilian drum and base group playing. The concert was OFF THE HOOK, but I wish I got my groove on a little more. In Japan, people don't believe in going out with a bang (C'mon, man, it's drumming.  Seriously, wtf).  Regardless, I'll always be a die-hard Kodo fan. I wish I had pictures of the actual concert, but security would actually confiscate your camera if they saw you taking photographs (granted, you'd get your camera back...I think).  Btw, I'll be posting more EC 08 pictures on my Facebook later on...or now...which ever comes first.  I'm too lazy to post more here right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say the least, the whole weekend was full of good food, shopping, hippies, music, dancing, and just hanging out. Sado is a beautiful place - filled with lots of greenery and gigantor critters. On the way back, Kodo performed a casual farewell performance. It sent chills down my spine; it was SO good. Then, the whole ferry ride back to Naoetsu port, people were playing their okedo taiko on the upper-most deck. What a nice weekend. I'm looking forward to EC 09 FOH SHO~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241049995153134626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SLvzM8sqVCI/AAAAAAAAACA/Gv9lY2M1_4Y/s320/Commercials.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that should be a good enough update on my life. There have been a lot of other things going on in my life - frustration, irritation, confusion, reassurance, realization to name a few - but that's for another day. Now I'm off to bed. I need energy to figure out my first lesson on Wednesday. "Mr. G." - as the kiddies call me - needs to prepare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;がんばりま～す！！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-5201625138695855566?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/5201625138695855566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=5201625138695855566&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5201625138695855566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/5201625138695855566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the &quot;Dead&quot;'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SLvwehePkSI/AAAAAAAAABw/gR5S8uqUIso/s72-c/NoelEC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-2947418902847074002</id><published>2008-08-13T14:42:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:23:54.975+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stamp'/><title type='text'>Seriously!  Seriously?  Seriously.</title><content type='html'>Ok, here`s a typical day at the "non-skul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 in the a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning!"&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit down and study the language.&lt;br /&gt;Go online and pray someone`s online to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Now watching "hancho" and "head-hancho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here`s what they do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open folder...read paper...put back in folder...open same folder...read same paper...stamp it...read it again...put it back in the folder...put it on a shelf...someone else takes it...reads it...stamps it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RING RING goes the tele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai. Hai. Iie hai. Hai. Hai. Hai hai. Hai hai hai. Iie hai. Hai sumimasen hai. Hai onegaishimasu. Shitsureishimasu hai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random converstations start. Random people come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noel, do you eat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Y-yes? Why are you asking me that sh!t? Have you SEEN me before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the paper and folder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initial peep who stamped the paper grabs folder again...reads SAME F**KING PAPER...STAMPS THE SH!T AGAIN WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU DOING STOP PRETENDING YOU`RE BUSY OMG~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it`s 2 minutes after 9 and I want to STAB MY GUTS OUT CUZ I`M HERE TILL A QTR. AFTER 4~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................................................but seriously, you catch me drift? I`m SO done today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-2947418902847074002?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2947418902847074002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=2947418902847074002&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/2947418902847074002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/2947418902847074002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/08/seriously-seriously-seriously.html' title='Seriously!  Seriously?  Seriously.'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-7738675590244564450</id><published>2008-08-05T20:07:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:59:18.685+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kansai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='日本'/><title type='text'>雨がふる</title><content type='html'>As I sat in my apartment talking with some good friends online, I heard thunder making it's way toward me from the south where Nara is. Just as soon as I noticed the storm rolling in, the rain began to pour. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thunder crashes&lt;/span&gt; were right over head. The rain fell as if the clouds were crying (with laughter or sorrow, it's up to you). The sound was so addicting; I turned off my TV, fan, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;air conditioner&lt;/span&gt;, opened my front door and made my way to the stairwell balcony. The symphony of nature's choir was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound, the smell, the feel of fresh rain - it's been a long time since I've experienced such serenity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for almost an hour staring at a bamboo-forested mountain standing boldly among the rice field while letting the virgin rain collect on my skin. The only thing I really thought about was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, on the other side of the world from home. I've met so many good people so far - people that may forge my life in a different way than I expect it to. But in the same reality which is my world, I've left so many good people. Yes it's painful, but I know it's necessary. Not that I'm trying to depress myself; on the contrary. It's just something that's been on my mind - something that I've never really concentrated on until now. It's more a contemplation rather than a complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the people coming and going in and out of my life, I wonder - not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;obsessively&lt;/span&gt; - about what the future holds in store for me. I even wonder about the lives I'll change. It excites me, on the same token, makes me feel anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all my past, present, and future mistakes, my life will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; unfold and mold itself until I can truly understand and see what it is I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't even been a month yet, but I can't help but be human. I can't help but go through these feelings that come with being human. I'm used to gazing into the future trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;preempt&lt;/span&gt; the missteps along the path, but now, all I can see is the vast unknown. I don't know where to step nor know what'll happen when I place my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't pin-point what exactly I'm feeling. Really, what exactly am I feeling? I guess I'll have to wait for the rain to fall again for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my town smells good...it smells like a new life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-7738675590244564450?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/7738675590244564450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=7738675590244564450&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/7738675590244564450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/7738675590244564450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_05.html' title='雨がふる'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757952162673378528.post-2123037979566861290</id><published>2008-08-01T23:32:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:02:08.043+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokyo Tower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shinjuku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kansai'/><title type='text'>日本の西瓜はカッケ〜！！！</title><content type='html'>Well, it's not like it's just my town that has this, but I've NEVER seen a yellow watermelon before. I mean think of it - a normal watermelon that's green outside, and reddish inside. Now, change that red to lemon yellow; WTF~!!? WHO ARE YOU~!!? Get outta here; I'll slap you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a whirlwind life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** 27 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separation was hard, but I knew that if I thought about it too much, it would slow me down. Rather, I took that energy to fuel my mind for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was long, but luckily I was sitting aisle. I met some cool people (going to Gunma, Shizuoka, Wakayama, Niigata, Shimane, Shikoku, etc.). After we arrived at the Narita airport, I realized how F-ing humid it was. It was TOTALLY not fun AT all. Going through customs wasn't fun, but the worst part was waiting in line for the damn 宅急便 (takkyubin) - SOOO NASTY FEERING~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we boarded the bus to Keio Plaza Hotel and checked in - again, we waited in line for the elevator to get to the rooms. After like 17,000 hours, I finally got to my room and met my roommate, Keith, who's going to 京都 (Kyoto), too. After settling a bit, Keith and I met up with some other people and went to an izakaya - I forgot the name. But let me say this, drinking in an izakaya's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** 28 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I've never been to so many strange workshops in my life. You'd think things would actually be...well, never mind. More than half of the new JETs were falling asleep or ditching, though...what the hell &amp;amp; what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But afterwards, I met up with my friend Mitzi who's going to...I forgot, but somewhere in the Kanto area. We ended up walking around inner Shinjuku and Kabuki-chou. We SO ran into a lady-boy. その男の人のADAM'S APPLEはほんまにでかい！！！(That dude's adam's apple was F-ing huge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I LOVE コンビニ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** 29 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a prefectural meeting...ok, that's nice. So after the workshops n'shit, I went out with some of my other friends - Kyle [Shikoku], Mitch [Kochi], Andrew [Hyogo], the only white guy, Shaune [Shizuoka], and the only girl, Kat [???]. We met up and took the Keio Line to Tokyo Tower. We ate there and went up to the observatory deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE, the Tokyo Tower mascots look kinda...shanasty...like dog winnies...like winnie tots...not cool. Then it started raining like mad hardcore, but we still decided to WALK to Roppongi after buying some alcohol and umbrellas (yeah, we drank more). We went to a bar called Home...something...and drank there, bonding with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Shinjuku and ate dinner at a ramen shop. It was DE-LE-JUSS~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** 30 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to gather to WALK to Shinjuku Station and head to Tokyo Station to catch 新幹線 (shinkansen - bullet train) to Kyoto Station. When we arrived in Kyoto, we walked single file to the Int'l Office Something-or-Other in the shopping area. It was so stupid seeing us walk through the women's department to get to the office...what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally met up with my people and had some tea with them. Went to meet some people at my BoE (Board of Education), and then finally my very apartment. It's nice. I'll blog the apartment details later. At this point, I was so tired, excited, stressed, etc. that now, I'm drawing a blank like hardcore. Something something BUY THESE CHIPS, THEY'RE GOOD something something eat dinner something sleep. That's how crazy it was...and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** 31 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then THIS day happened. I woke up early to go to the City Office to meet the mayor. Then I visited most of my schools that I'm teaching in; met the staff and possibly my new good friend, my 29 year old team-teacher guy...he seems cool. Then I went to the post office to open up a bank account WHAT? for real that happened. Then did some phone shit in the apartment with one of my supervisors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what work, my predecessor and I went to Uji to go to a Japanese language class. It was fun, but tiring and hard. After that, I went back home by myself and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** 1 August 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picked up by my supervisor to go to the community center to meet some people. Then, I was maybe tricked into going swimming, so I prayed like real hard that I can find a way to get out of agreeing to do something I didn't want to do. He drove to AL Plaza - a department store - to buy a swimming suit. Thank God that I'm American and sizes run small CHURCH~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went back to work for like 45 minutes when my sup. decided to go. But right when we were about to leave, a reporter from the Kyoto Shinbun wanted to interview me. That didn't take long since communication was difficult. She decided to see what I was doing tomorrow...as I play with Ide's taiko group. That'll be fun. I haven't touched a drum in what seems like ages...kill me now I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to hit up some lunch at, of all places, Coco's. HOWEVER, they served Japanese food there, so whatever, it was tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was back at the community center where I hung out with some of the kids playing a watermelon smash game. You blindfold yourself and look for the watermelon. When the people around you help you locate the little watermelon, you SMASH it with a wooden pole. Good ol' fashioned Japanese tradition. Beat the F**K out of a $30 fruit. I tried it, too, so that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ate a yellow watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my sup. drove me back home. I then decided to go to Nara to mess around. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally home, did some cleaning and now I'm blogging. This is REALLY long...I don't like it. I'm stopping now; I'm tired cuz it's almost 1am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD BYE~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757952162673378528-2123037979566861290?l=kansai-kid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/feeds/2123037979566861290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757952162673378528&amp;postID=2123037979566861290&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/2123037979566861290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757952162673378528/posts/default/2123037979566861290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansai-kid.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='日本の西瓜はカッケ〜！！！'/><author><name>takoyakiball</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03699391013060282363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N06OXFQd6Ds/SWDJdTTM3lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6zlArc8Q4ys/S220/mp.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
