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being home

Lab feels so far away here; the occasional forwarded emails I receive the only proof of its continued existence. I feel like I’m wasting my life away, but I don’t care enough to do anything about it. I don’t even stay up for more than a few hours before falling asleep again. Is this what it would feel like to live here permanently? This is why I can’t stay here – I’m too much of a product of my environment to be the person I want to be here.

On a less emo note, differences between America and Japan:

  • Americans don’t know how to use escalators. Seriously. There’s no reason for the distribution of people on an escalator in the horizontal direction to be a normal distribution.
  • America needs more vending machines. And canned coffee. Preferably vending machines with canned coffee.
  • People are fat. In Japan, I’m on the heavy side of normal, but can still fit into clothes and stuff. In America, I’m actually the thinnest person I’ve seen. Except for some high school dancer chick or something. That being said, I think lab has negatively affected my standards for a healthy body size – underweight = normal!
  • Japan needs more Daily Show/Colbert Report.
  • Getting around without a car in the suburbs is painful.
  • Food is cheap in America. Especially unhealthy food. A whole cake in America is cheaper than one slice of cake in Japan. Tofu is the only thing that’s cheaper in Japan.
  • Social interaction feels so… fake. This is ridiculous, considering that Japan is the country known for its codified social structure, but I feel like Japanese people are at least good at pretending they’re interested in you.

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大阪より・・・福岡?!

Sorry, Osaka, but as much as I love you, I have this suspicious feeling that Fukuoka will replace you in my heart once I actually make it there. Lots of awesome food and, well, lots of awesome food. Like tonkotsu ramen. And yakitori of things that aren’t tori, like frogs and suzume? And lots of yatai. And gaijin food. Also, 木先生’s hometown. And おかまバー. Oh, I can’t wait until the 福岡旅行. :)

Unless Kyushu ends up being really awesome, though, Kansai will probably remain my favorite region of Japan. The world isn’t ending quite yet.

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超笑う

Yesterday was a good day. I bought a new camera (because my last one mysteriously broke when I wasn’t looking). Practice was really hard and really brought out my best tkd, then 由-chan helped me with a combo in such a way that it suddenly became really easy. After practice, some of the kids’ moms made dinner and I ate so much and it was so tasty (the next day, I’m still full, I ate so much).

And today, I’m going out to see the new Conan movie… with someone from lab. Hopefully today will be a good day too~ :)

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fat donations

Whenever 中 is involved in social interaction these days (at least, when I’m around), the conversation inevitably leads towards his weight and suggestions for increasing it. 中 is actually underweight – his BMI is around 16-17. The latest in these conversations took place the other night, at dinner with ジェ and ジョ, the two French guys. ジェ had the strange idea that 中 should eat more yeast – I think he was confusing yeast and bacteria found in, say, yogurt. But then, ジェ has a tendency to talk authoritatively about stuff he doesn’t know anything about… all the time. Like biology when he’s a mechanical engineer. But I think I’m used to it by now.

Anyway, the conversation brought about some fun lines, such as:

ジョ:*complaining about how he’s eaten too much lately*
中:Please give me your fat.
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ジョ:I have just enough fat to make me attractive to the ladies.

ちなみに、first lab presentation on Wednesday. Wish me luck!

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research proposal

I went to talk to 今-sensei about my research topic today, because the lab is presenting what they’re planning to accomplish this year in < 2 weeks. And if I don't know what I'm researching, I'm pretty screwed for presenting. (also in general, but that's a less immediate problem.) I came out with an outline of my presentation (yeah~!), minus title, plus outline of what I should be working on until then. Little does he know that I'm actually going to be relearning everything I forgot after graduating MIT.

My topic is actually the hardest of those I was presented with. Because I'm a giant masochist. But, actually, it's also the most interesting – basically, making the lab RBC model compatible with reality. Unfortunately, membranes act in such a way – that is, very mathy – as to make the lives of people like me miserable. Which is probably why the lab RBC model is currently not compatible with reality. これから頑張ります。

Also, goma sticks are very tasty.

以上です。

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spring break, part 1 – lab nomikai

At least, I think it’s spring break time, because the grad students are all on vacation, and I think the undergrads finished thesis stuff this week as well (if Nakaaki-san’s suit at the lab nomikai was any indication). そのままで、we kicked off the first event in what’s going to end up being 7? 8? social events that I have scheduled in the next few weeks.

Before I proceed further, the reason why I haven’t talked too much about my lab is because I’m kinda paranoid that someone is going to want to google their name in English one day and find my blog or something. 恥ずかしいな~ For that reason, in general, I’ve been avoiding using names in my blog. But I figure, as long as I don’t say anything embarrassing, it shouldn’t be a problem.

Friday night. The second of three welcoming/going away parties in the lab in the space of about a month. The first was a welcoming party for the newest two gaijin at the time, Jonathan and Liliana (also, coincidentally, the only two gaijin that I refer to by their names in my head), and the going away party for Omori-san, who’s going off to France for a year. This nomikai (飲み会, in case I’ve never introduced the word before, is literally “drinking party”) was thrown to welcome Cheng-hsi (aka Taiwanese chick) and to see off Davide (aka Italian guy), who’s heading to Cambridge (the other Cambridge) for a while.

The nomikai started at a place that was, at the very least, Korean-inspired, if not actually a Korean restaurant. The gaijin were lined up along one side of one of the tables. Senseis were gathered loosely at the middle table, along with Davide. Yamaguchi-sensei started off the nomikai talking about how awesome Davide was, and how he was glad to have Cheng-hsi in the lab, and that sort of thing.

Soon after the start of the nomikai, some of the undergrads sitting across from me – Kobayashi-san, Tanaka-san, and Yoshida-san – asked if I wanted to go for karaoke with them until morning for the after-after-party, so I knew that this was going to be an epic nomikai. I’m pretty bad at singing, but it was lab bonding time (which I don’t have enough of) and karaoke (which is fun, even if I’m bad at it, and one of those things that can’t be done alone), so, of course, I agreed to go.

In addition to drinks, there was also sashimi, salad, orange chicken(?) and sukiyaki. All very tasty, of course. Maryam and Davod (Iranian chick and Iranian guy, respectively) couldn’t eat the sukiyaki because it contained pork, so they had their own seafood sukiyaki. (it was also very tasty.) French guy came late and started a conversation with Cheng-hsi along the lines of “why didn’t she know Japanese, because he knew that a lot of people in Taiwan could speak Japanese” and being his usual presumptuous, annoying self. Eventually, French guy left our part of the table before I could think of an excuse to punch him in the face and blame it on the alcohol, and Jonathan (aka French guy who isn’t really annoying) took his spot.

There was also conversation with some of the Japanese guys and French guy (at this point, I’d drank enough such that I was less annoyed than usual with French guy) about how Japanese people will pretty much compliment anyone who can say so much as “arigatou gozaimasu” without sounding horrible. Then Yoshida-san said that my Japanese was perfectly understandable. :)

There was also a cute moment between Maryam and Yoshida-san, in which each insisted that the other’s English was better than theirs, but Maryam concluded that if they were each able to understand the other, that that was sufficient.

By the end of the first party, I was in full-on Japanese mode, and felt bad that I wasn’t speaking more in English to people who can’t understand Japanese (really, Japanese comes more naturally when I’m around Japanese people and drinking), but everyone was paired up with someone else who could understand them, and I tried making conversation occasionally as well.

After a couple of hours, we moved on to the next place (the 二次会: nijikai, second party/after party), and I convinced Liliana and Cheng-hsi to come along. :) There were various highlights of the nijikai – it was rather fun.

There was a short quiz session with Nakaaki-san, in which he pointed to kanji on the menu and I read them off, until we got to 完熟マンゴー, which means “ripened mango.” (why would I know that) I hoped this made up for the time that I was misreading the kanji for shochu until he corrected me, which was very embarrassing indeed.

There was a conversation in which various people wanted me to translate sketchy words (such as hentai, motherfucker, shit, etc.). I’m not sure what they made of my ability to do so more or less accurately. They seemed entertained, though. My translation for motherfucker was something like 「めっちゃ嫌なやつ。すごく強い言葉なので気をつけて。」I wasn’t really sure how to communicate that you really don’t say that casually in everyday language, but maybe it’s okay.

Near the end, Yamaguchi-sensei announced that his wife (who also attended) was insisting that they “retire for the evening” so he was taking off. Around this time, I also challenged Davide to shots (you know, to see him off). We did maybe half a glass of whiskey, but he complained that it was too weak. Then, Davide, Cheng-hsi, and I each finished off a small bottle of 日本酒. Not one of my brighter ideas, but I’m sure it was an experience for all parties involved.

By 1 am, it was time for the karaoke sanjikai. Liliana had a trip in the morning, so she left. Davide left too, despite my better efforts to convince him that it was his duty to go, since he’s leaving. Cheng-hsi and Jonathan, on the other hand, were up for karaoke, so the three of us headed off with a few of the Japanese guys to some karaoke place.

I remember convincing Cheng-hsi to sing Tong Hua with me, but I utterly failed at it. Need to practice more. In general, I failed at singing (as usual). But I was the only one who did. I’ve decided that the reason why karaoke is so popular in Japan is because most Japanese people can secretly sing really well. And take karaoke seriously. Like if multiple people knew a song, they’d switch off parts in the song in a kakkoii fashion.

具体的に、Nakaaki-san and Tanaka-san can sing really well. There was a part of the screen Rock Band-like that showed where the notes were and where the singer’s voice was in comparison, and watching them sing was just like watching the notes fill themselves up correctly. Very kakkoii. Then they sang this song together. I was in awe of their singing.

They also sang Dragonball Z and Evangelion theme songs. I was pretty excited, but I felt like I was ruining the mood when I sang along. Nakaaki-san sang Touch by Younha… just like Nakama-san did at the tkd karaoke outing. Maybe Younha is just popular amongst Japanese engineering students with 中 in their names or something. Jonathan sang some songs that I didn’t know, but one of them had the phrase “sex machine,” and Nakaaki-san laughed when he sang it.

I have a confession to make. I tried smoking at karaoke. The thing is, everyone smokes in Japan, so it’s almost like societal peer pressure, but I wasn’t about to spend money on cigarettes for myself (both because they’re expensive – though apparently Japan has a much lower cigarette tax than the Western world – and because it would be a dangerous precedent). I guess I was eyeing them when we arrived at the karaoke place, because Cheng-hsi offered to buy a pack, since she already smokes. I had a couple, I think. It… wasn’t bad. I was drunk, for one. But I also like the taste of menthol – I’d probably eat menthol cough drops all day, if I could. But don’t worry, I have no desire to take up any new drugs (caffeine and occasional alcohol are enough, thanks), especially the kind that are both expensive and addictive.

…and that was the latest lab nomikai.

I found out, as I was walking home, that the lab ski trip is Monday-Tuesday, not Sunday-Monday, as I’d thought for the past few weeks, to the point that I skipped a tournament (in vain, apparently). I really thought it was on White Day – Nakaaki-san and I had variations on: 「月曜日だよ。」「ええ~ そうか。」「そうだよ。」「本当?」for about 10 minutes at 6:30 am. Poor guy. :P When I ran into him in lab today, he greeted me with a 「明日だよぉ。」Anyway, major reading comprehension fail. I have no excuse – the emails were written in both Japanese and English. :\

Speaking of the lab ski trip, I should get packing. Apparently one can rent skiing clothes as well as ski/snowboard, which is rather nice, since obviously I didn’t bring skiing clothes with me to Japan. I’ll be snowboarding, of course, because at least I don’t have past experience with obtaining knee injuries while snowboarding. (also, snowboarding is motto kakkoii. that’s obviously important.)

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taiwanese food for valentine’s day~

Since Valentine’s Day and Chinese New Year fall on the same day this year, I decided to celebrate the one that’s more relevant to my life – Chinese New Year, of course! (I’m hoping that stores will have post-Valentine’s-day chocolate clearance sales. :) )

Not that I’m Chinese or anything. Just surrounded by Chinese people at MIT (where the surrounding coefficient increased with respect to time, and Chinese people includes people of both Chinese and Taiwanese descent because I’m lazy). Despite being surrounded by said Chinese people for years, I’m still pretty clueless about things like “what to order at a Taiwanese restaurant on Chinese New Year” because I never had to think about those sorts of things on my own; I could just wait for the closest Chinese person to bring/order me food, and I was happy. (I have the same problem with dim sum).

I ended up eating a bunch of food because a) I ordered a lot of food; and b) because the tenchou (at least, I assume he’s the tenchou) gives out food randomly. First, I ordered spicy wontons because I had a coupon from the last time I went, but they were less crunchy than wontons I typically think of, and more flowy, like the white shrimp things one can order at dim sum places.

Next came the crab fried rice (…it was the cheapest thing on the special menu) and free soup – I have no idea what the soup was, but it had scallions and was tasty. The fried rice was also possibly the best fried rice I’ve eaten. Ever.

While I was eating fried rice, the tenchou sent over some Peking duck and dark, leafy vegetable – score! I was actually considering the Peking duck, since Chinese New Year is a special occasion and all, but was put off by the fact that it was the most expensive thing on the menu.

I also had a bottle of Taiwanese beer around this point, which was also really tasty. I mean, drinking beer is my default unless it’s really bad, but it reminds me of the beer I had when I went to Shikoku a year ago – the one in which the sign on the table said that it was appropriate for women too. That beer was also surprisingly tasty.

Despite being full after finishing all that food, I was determined to eat some dessert. I’m fond of almond-flavored Chinese desserts (particularly almond tofu), but I saw peanuts, and I was sold on that. Specifically, white ball dumplings in peanut soup. For the peanut soup, imagine red bean soup, but replace the red beans with peanuts. The soup itself was not the tastiest thing ever (maybe not as sweet as I was expecting?), but the dumplings – which turned out to have peanut filling – were really good. I could eat the peanut balls and drink Taiwanese beer all day, except then I’d be really drunk and probably on my way to getting really fat. Also, I’d probably get sick of both, and that would be sad.

It occurred to me as I was walking back (I know, this place is within walking distance – if it were less expensive, I’d have food consumption issues.), as I was complaining to myself about how full I was, that I’m actually not unhappy. Sure, I don’t really have any friends who are easily accessible, but anyone I could want to talk to I can access online (and if I don’t, it’s my own fault). I have my own place – even if it’s really cheap and cold all the time – and my own income – that I can live on. I’m only subject to my own whims; for once, my happiness isn’t dependent on someone else in my life. My job is both non-stressful and intellectually stimulating. I’m doing okay. :)

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…and i fail at updating again

Here’s what I’ve been doing that I would have posted about separately if I had more motivation:

  • tkd trip:
    • Near the end of November, the Sendai and Iwate-ken branches of Aihara Dojo had a bonding trip (really, I can’t think of a better way to describe this) in Iwate-ken (the prefecture north of Miyagi-ken, where Sendai is located). Highlights:
      • Working out in a space < 6×6 mats. Really, this was amazing – cold wooden floor aside. There was fairly intense paddle drills, followed by touch sparring (turning, as touch sparring tends to do, into “light” contact), followed by full contact sparring. I touch-sparred Aihara-sensei – and sparred with Minako-sensei, a sensei from Tokyo – who’s my height! – and Erina-san, who was a lot shorter than me (45 kg?), but sparred like a guy.
      • Dinner. There was amazingly delicious food and beer and senseis performing takedowns on unsuspecting victims.
      • Onsen. We stayed overnight in a Japanese hotel with multiple baths, including an outdoor unisex bath, and we made the rounds. Fujita-san (one of the Iwate-ken guys) met us in the outdoor bath and tried to be all sketchy, but Yuka-chan and I prevailed in the end.
      • More drinking. The nijikai (二次会 – second party – an afterparty of sorts) is a time-honored tradition in Japan, so after onsen, we regrouped and socialized and ate snacks and drank. At first, the gatherings were gender-segregated, but eventually, we girls crashed the boy party.
      • Bowling. There was bowling the next morning. I was failing pretty badly, but managed to pull ahead of Ouchan in the last frames and avoid being in last place.
      • Wanko soba. After bowling, we went for soba. Yuka-chan and I overslept and didn’t eat breakfast, so we were pretty freaking hungry at this point. Wanko soba consists of tracking the number of small (2-3 bites per serving) bowls of soba you eat, and the winner… wins. I got off to a slow start, because I was doing things like adding seasonings to the soba – and Japanese people eat really fast – but near the end, there was an epic showoff between Yuka-chan and me, though I lost in the end. As for the guys, Satou-san? (another Iwate-ken guy) won with some unbelievable amount of soba.
      • There are some pictures here under the pictures of cute kids in Thailand, including the typical “snix pretending to eat something tasty” picture.
  • Christmas
    • I went to lab, then tkd, because Christmas isn’t so much of a holiday in Japan. Practice was lots of fun, though, since most of the adults came (even Ouchan! who’s been skipping to look for a job or some other nonsense ;) ), as well as a few kids. That said, it was pretty crowded and not so intense.
    • After tkd, I convinced Ouchan to go out for dinner, and we ate mediocre Western food. Conversation was surprisingly not awkward for two introverted people talking in a language other than their native language. (that said, Ouchan’s Japanese is a lot better than mine, having lived in Japan for a long time; I just fail at speaking)
    • I did cook up some fake Christmas dinner at some point though. Dishes included: some tasty shrimp recipe I found online, ghetto green bean casserole cooked in a small pot, and cheesecake that became waterlogged in an attempt to cook it on the stove, and ended up being cooked in a frying pan. Also eggnog that I probably wouldn’t have been allowed to keep as long as I did if I didn’t live alone.
  • New Year’s
    • After spending about a week in my room doing nothing, I went out late on New Year’s Eve to see if there was anything going on in Sendai. There wasn’t. I stopped by Rinnoji (輪王寺) on the way back because I heard a giant bell ringing. It was cold and snowing lightly, and the temple had a fire and amazake (甘酒) (warm, sweet, and apparently free of alcohol, despite the name), and it was rather nice.
    • On New Year’s Day, I ate a bento of foods traditionally eaten on New Year’s Day in Japan, since I wasn’t about to try either making it on my own or looking in vain for collard greens and black-eyed peas. Then, I went to Osaki Hachimangu (大崎八幡宮) for my beginning-of-year shrine visit (hatsumoude – 初詣). At the shrine, I bought an omikuji and ate tasty food at food stalls contained in the shrine. My favorite item was the bakudanyaki (爆弾焼き) – okonomiyaki in a ball shape. Why “bakudanyaki” – bomb okonomiyaki -  I don’t know.
  • Hatsuuri (初売り)
    • Jan. 2 is technically part of the New Year’s holiday, but in Sendai, the days after Jan. 1 mean epic sales everywhere. One of the (only) features of Sendai is the shopping district, which consists of large shopping arcades throughout the city. And all of these places had sales and bags filled with secret items (fukubukuro – 福袋 – literally “lucky bag”) on Jan. 2. My most epic purchase was a pair of boots and a pair of black formal-ish shoes for 2000 yen. Total.
  • cafe nerding
    • Ironically, after leaving MIT, I’m starting to discovering habits that make me productive. The past week, I’ve spent multiple days in coffee shops for as long as my laptop will allow, doing things that I feel like need to be done without the distraction of internet access and with the motivation of coffee and snacks. According to my Mister Donut point card, I’ve spent at 1400 yen the past week on coffee and donuts. That’s not including my experiments with other coffee shops (Starbucks: even more expensive than in the US. Another coffee shop I tried had leather couches but was also fairly expensive and didn’t have as many snacks.)
    • Mister Donut is awesome for multiple reasons. One, the donuts are pretty tasty. Two, I have a point card, so I can theoretically get a free item eventually. Three, and most importantly, they give out free coffee refills, going so far as to make the rounds every hour or so with fresh coffee. I also learned accidentally that if you bring your cup to the counter, they’ll also refill your cup on demand. Mister Donut is the sole reason my coffee intake has soared to physiologically unhealthy levels recently (my peak was 6 cups in a 24 hour period, at the point that I noticed withdrawal symptoms the next day).
    • This amount of coffee, on occasion, actually increases my productivity. I chugged through rewriting my resume, then the textbook for my grammar class in two 3-4 hour sessions without experiencing burnout or distractibility, practically unheard of for me normally. I’m planning to chug through the textbook for my technical reading class next, then handouts for classes that I haven’t reviewed. I also have two presentations coming up that I should write scripts for because I fail at public speaking, especially in Japanese.
  • I’m going to be in Boston in a little over a week!
  • After that, the dojang here will be moved into a bigger area, bringing happiness to taekwondoists everywhere in Sendai.

Well, that was an incredibly long post. Perhaps I’ll be able to return to a more moderate posting routine now.

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ovenless thanksgiving

The Friday before Thanksgiving was my first payday in Japan, so I decided to attempt a Thanksgiving dinner on my own. This my first attempt at cooking bulk Western food while in Japan, with its unique challenges, such as expensive meat, cooking materials that I can’t always read, and difficulty finding American staples. In addition, being Japan, the only cooking appliance I have access to is a two-burner stovetop – Japanese kitchens seem to not come equipped with ovens naturally, and I haven’t bought so much as a rice cooker or microwave yet. With this in mind, I decided that making my own Thanksgiving dinner in this environment was a worthy intellectual challenge.

Right away, I figured I probably wasn’t having a whole bird or a turkey. Still, since the oven seems to be a staple of Thanksgiving cooking, I consulted the best source for making up stuff as I go along – Google. I found some sites that had suggestions for crockpot cooking, and I ultimately decided on variations of recipes from this post because of the sheer number of recipes offered.

I was pleasantly surprised to find boneless chicken breasts for a decent price – around 500 yen for about 2 lbs. I slow cooked the chicken breasts layered in stuffing  in a giant wok I picked up in a 100 yen shop for about 500 yen while I cooked the rest of the dishes. The stuffing was improvised with substitutions such as croutons for toasted bread pieces (yeah, they’re about the same, but it felt sketchy) and the mixture was cooked in yuzu wine. I may have used a little too much yuzu-chu, because yuzu is a pretty strong flavor, and everything tasted citrusy. I let this cook for a couple of hours, which was apparently too long, because afterwards the bottom of the pot had charred food stuck to it.

As the chicken/stuffing cooked, I made the rest of the side dishes. I made deviled eggs with some wasabi snuck into the usual deviled egg stuffing. I made mashed potatoes and used the extra sauce from the chicken as gravy. I also cooked some eggplant and onions. (Yes, there are both bulb onions and scallions in there. I had extras.) There was also a recipe for hot chocolate for which I used milk, hot chocolate mix, sugar, and some vanilla extract.

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It was surprisingly good, with the exception of the mashed potatoes, which were kinda bland. The hot chocolate, vegetables, and deviled eggs were especially tasty. The chicken didn’t dry out with future servings, which was nice, but the yuzu was a little strong and could have probably been diluted more for the sake of people who don’t like the taste of yuzu (I was starting to get sick of it by the end of the week, myself).

My Thanksgiving meal (celebrated the Sunday before Thanksgiving):

thanksgiving 09 serving

Once the starches ran out, I started eating chicken and stuffing over white rice. Good times.

In hindsight, I wish I would have invited some tkd people over for Thanksgiving (or, more likely, crashed someone else’s place with food; the dorm isn’t the best place to entertain others), but at the same time, the challenge of making this dinner was fun enough so that I don’t regret it too much.

Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving! :)

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curry rice and card games

Last night after tkd, Sensei invited me up to have dinner with the kids in the senshu course (the kids who train to compete at tournaments). It turned out the kids were having a sleepover at Sensei’s house, so that they could leave early the next morning to watch a tournament in Tokyo. Those of us who went to the 8 pm practice ate curry while the other kids were in the other room. Some of the kids came in and out periodically, doing homework at the table as we ate. One of the kids kept getting distracted by the TV playing in the background, and at one point, Yuka put her hands on the sides of his face like blinders, focusing him on his homework.

Sensei told Gentarou to ask me questions about English in preparation for his English test on Tuesday/Wednesday (yes, it’s apparently a two-day test) in exchange for having him hold paddles for me at practice. We did end up having a couple of discussions on words in English. For example, apparently the word “trump” has a different meaning in Japanese, but I couldn’t tell you what it was; at another point, Sensei was talking about doing tkd in English since he’s making a trip to San Francisco next year (excuse for me to make another trip to CA?), so they asked what turning kick was in English.

After dinner, kids started trickling in, and we started to play card games. First, we played BS with jokers, with the extra rule that if you didn’t say the correct number in English, it was an automatic BS. As more people joined, we played Old Maid with the punishment for the loser being a flick on the forehead from everyone else playing. I got caught in the endgame a couple of times, but never lost, but then I felt bad because the boy who I always ended up being against lost twice in a row. :\

Once it started getting late, the kids went into the next room, two tatami rooms with a sliding door separating them. There were blankets and pillows and more blankets laid out. It kinda reminded me of sleeping over at Cornell, but this was probably cozier (but still cold).

At one point, I was asked about what I do on non-tkd days, but I didn’t want to sound lame and say that I don’t really have any friends, but they took my hesitation to mean that I was dating someone here. I clarified that I was dating someone in Boston in a very gender-neutral way (surprisingly hard to do; about the only time gender is specified in Japanese is in asking whether someone has a boyfriend/girlfriend). If I were to explain to anyone in Japan about my dating situation, it would be these guys, but I wanted to avoid potentially awkward situations in front of the kids (I also want to avoid potentially awkward situations in general).

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