<?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-14275802</id><updated>2012-02-06T16:21:22.367+09:00</updated><category term='My day'/><category term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Processing...AIW</title><subtitle type='html'>Journey, discoveries, and developments into a continuous process... my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447071617246112177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275802.post-7074477109949952570</id><published>2007-03-01T03:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T03:28:42.158+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kakuyo 2007 Graduation</title><content type='html'>This is definitely a sad time for me. Even though I never taught these students or maybe because I didn't they were the ones I spoke to alot with outside of class and school. All really cool, great students that I would miss alot! This is always the worst part of this job. Congratualtions to all these third year students now young adults entiring into their futures (most of whom know exactly what they want to do and reaching for it). I hope we can meet some time in the future. God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRDhJZsW5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/uKc8cbMtFV4/s1600-h/IMG_4552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 135px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRDhJZsW5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/uKc8cbMtFV4/s200/IMG_4552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040728119672855442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRDhZZsW6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/kG0w1Qz7o9k/s1600-h/IMG_4553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 138px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRDhZZsW6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/kG0w1Qz7o9k/s200/IMG_4553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040728123967822754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above two of the craziest guys in the school (to the point you would think they had mental problems) but real fun positive people. Mai was was the first girls name I remember remembering. Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRDhZZsW7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/GDX-_3KQmgQ/s1600-h/IMG_4563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 117px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRDhZZsW7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/GDX-_3KQmgQ/s200/IMG_4563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040728123967822770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCvJZsW1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/jleRXd_tOJw/s1600-h/IMG_4547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 86px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCvJZsW1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/jleRXd_tOJw/s200/IMG_4547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040727260679396178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCvJZsW0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ILgK60vpmkA/s1600-h/IMG_4545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 85px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCvJZsW0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ILgK60vpmkA/s200/IMG_4545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040727260679396162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rugby team had the coolest guys in the school really and alot of them were graduates wich was the sad thing. For example the guy with no shirt on there had perfected the american accent in the way some people in Trinidad mock and imitate the chinese speech. At times I thought he was fluent but it was just that he dotted his gibrish with movie phrases. All the best guys! The guys in uniform are mostly from the football team and they were always smiling and friendly (its amazing how each sport has a personality sterotype of sorts) Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCv5ZsW3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZDEEX7Cp-F0/s1600-h/IMG_4549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCv5ZsW3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZDEEX7Cp-F0/s200/IMG_4549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040727273564298098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCvZZsW2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/wr-WsoXlemU/s1600-h/IMG_4548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 79px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCvZZsW2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/wr-WsoXlemU/s200/IMG_4548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040727264974363490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCv5ZsW4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y1femPUiXJo/s1600-h/IMG_4551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 81px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCv5ZsW4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Y1femPUiXJo/s200/IMG_4551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040727273564298114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 guys on either side of me are 3 of the first students I actually met and formed a relationship with when I came to Japan by training with and coaching them on the Track team. Yuki (L) and Takuya (the 3rd Hikaru ran home hearly after graduation). They I will truely miss. Hope you too keep trying you best and never give up on your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCNZZsWwI/AAAAAAAAANU/OUVjOWkeqH4/s1600-h/IMG_4538-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 121px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCNZZsWwI/AAAAAAAAANU/OUVjOWkeqH4/s200/IMG_4538-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040726680858811138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCNpZsWyI/AAAAAAAAANk/PPWflfYqts0/s1600-h/IMG_4541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 81px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCNpZsWyI/AAAAAAAAANk/PPWflfYqts0/s200/IMG_4541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040726685153778466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCNpZsWxI/AAAAAAAAANc/QNT_tFblfZQ/s1600-h/IMG_4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 80px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCNpZsWxI/AAAAAAAAANc/QNT_tFblfZQ/s200/IMG_4540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040726685153778450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRBxZZsWqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uUt1h9xmSUo/s1600-h/IMG_4532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 85px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRBxZZsWqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/uUt1h9xmSUo/s200/IMG_4532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040726199822473890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRBxZZsWrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Jj0_-hNjdGg/s1600-h/IMG_4533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 84px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRBxZZsWrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Jj0_-hNjdGg/s200/IMG_4533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040726199822473906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRBxpZsWsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7WyXvKC_VB4/s1600-h/IMG_4535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 101px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRBxpZsWsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7WyXvKC_VB4/s200/IMG_4535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040726204117441218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRBx5ZsWtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tng6P4Ytb2w/s1600-h/IMG_4536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 81px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRBx5ZsWtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tng6P4Ytb2w/s200/IMG_4536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040726208412408530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRBx5ZsWuI/AAAAAAAAANE/3nX8u94HZRw/s1600-h/IMG_4537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 81px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRBx5ZsWuI/AAAAAAAAANE/3nX8u94HZRw/s200/IMG_4537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040726208412408546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCN5ZsWzI/AAAAAAAAANs/zhSdABnJjF8/s1600-h/IMG_4543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRCN5ZsWzI/AAAAAAAAANs/zhSdABnJjF8/s200/IMG_4543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040726689448745778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pics above here are from class 3F the food class. I think they were the favourites of all the the teachers such a positive lively and fun bunch of students... all of them. I would always visit their classes and they would teach me Japanese and how to cook (things like making soy sauce and pasteries). I shed a tear for these guys many of whom I know by name. Like to top most pic of Sakamoto and I, really smart witty kid that I can see will go very far. After the graduation ceremony the students and their parents will go to the calssrooms where they receive their certificates and parting messages from the teachers. Then takeing pictures signing albums and tshirts and saying last goodbyes. These 2 last girls would always say hello and the one on the right would always secretively slip me a candy when she passed through the staff room. Really I wish each and everyone of you all the best that life has to offer. Reach for the stars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275802-7074477109949952570?l=aiwooding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/feeds/7074477109949952570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275802&amp;postID=7074477109949952570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/7074477109949952570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/7074477109949952570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-definitely-sad-time-for-me.html' title='Kakuyo 2007 Graduation'/><author><name>A.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447071617246112177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RfRDhJZsW5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/uKc8cbMtFV4/s72-c/IMG_4552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275802.post-775524018636307968</id><published>2007-02-09T19:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T20:57:06.818+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>The Busiest Weekend Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so begins maybe the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;busiest &lt;/span&gt;weekend of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; my time here in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxmNix3E3I/AAAAAAAAADg/O2hUE73gyso/s1600-h/IMG_3916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 101px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxmNix3E3I/AAAAAAAAADg/O2hUE73gyso/s200/IMG_3916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029507266726269810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From tonite (Monday 9th February 2007) I have to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;begin packing for my s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nowboard trip in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiroshima"&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday because... tomorrow morning fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;om 8.30 I have track and field practice. I return home an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxlUyx3E1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/LFtwnUMuQ4E/s1600-h/IMG_3824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 90px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxlUyx3E1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/LFtwnUMuQ4E/s200/IMG_3824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029506291768693586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d then carry the bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I will hopefully will pack tonite (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not forgetting I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have to plan menus for 6 stude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nts tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aining tomorrow tonite)... carry them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to my fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;iend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Naho's house with whom I'll be going snowboarding. All this must b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e done in th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e 3hrs between track finishing and catching the bus to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fukuoka,_Fukuoka"&gt;Fukuoka&lt;/a&gt; (2.5hrs ride) at 1.30 with my friend Youichiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for some needed shopping; which of course must be finished by 7.30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxlUix3E0I/AAAAAAAAADI/cRKhzFRl0bY/s1600-h/IMG_4083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 69px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxlUix3E0I/AAAAAAAAADI/cRKhzFRl0bY/s200/IMG_4083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029506287473726274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when we will be swinging over to La Tiempo for some latin dancing (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;meeting Tomoko and h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxmNix3E4I/AAAAAAAAADo/fS7WRUqXtyQ/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 103px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxmNix3E4I/AAAAAAAAADo/fS7WRUqXtyQ/s200/PICT0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029507266726269826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;er friend, Amber and Tineke whom I haven't met yet but because Amber do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have a cell I have to call to organise a meeting place in Fukuoka, a huge city... 5th biggest in Japan... which I am not that familiar with)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, despite l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ing Latin dancing to death, I must depart on the last bus back to Nagasaki (2.5hrs) which is aroun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d 10.50pm. Why, you may ask, not jus spend the nig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxlUix3EzI/AAAAAAAAADA/WpF7IrNyH9k/s1600-h/DSCN3763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 84px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxlUix3EzI/AAAAAAAAADA/WpF7IrNyH9k/s200/DSCN3763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029506287473726258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ht i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n Fukuoka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as I said, I'm going Snow boarding on Sunday (&lt;a href="http://www.megahira.co.jp/pc/skiing/panorama/index.html"&gt;Megahira Skii resort&lt;/a&gt;) and the departure time (in order to take advantage of lower toll fees) will be no later than 3am Sunday morning!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(I have to do both. Can't give up Latin dance... and most of the people on the skii trip are cool and of course I love the slopes... did I sound too blonde there?) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So we spend all day Sunday &lt;a href="http://www.megahira.co.jp/pc/skiing/course/index.html"&gt;slipping the slopes&lt;/a&gt; of H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;iroshima, only for the fun to end later that evening where we return on the 7+hr trip back to Nagasaki. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I really have no option but to return on the same day because I have a package being d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxmNSx3E2I/AAAAAAAAADY/VieS61UZiQY/s1600-h/IMG_3989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 85px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxmNSx3E2I/AAAAAAAAADY/VieS61UZiQY/s200/IMG_3989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029507262431302498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;elivered at 12noon Monday to my house, one, and two, on Monday evening I have a ticket to the &lt;a href="http://www.japanphil.or.jp/eng/orchestra/"&gt;Japan Philharmonic Orchestra&lt;/a&gt; concert at 6pm in Brick Hall which I will be attenind with my good friend Arita-san.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nothing like a busy weekend ending in soothing classical music and most likely some hot co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ffee (will need it!).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways lets just take it one step at a time... tonite...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Do some bible reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Digest (food and the reading)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Feed my addiction to the Prison Break TV series (watching Season 1 Episode 7 + 8 tonite)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk to my friend Nneka online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Plan tomorrows track and field training menus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pack bags for snow board trip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Call Youichiro to confirm meeting time for the bus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Call Naho to organise drop off time for my bags&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tidy this sty of an apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. Take a nice long bath (お風呂だよ！）Need to soothe my tired legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;頑張ります！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275802-775524018636307968?l=aiwooding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/feeds/775524018636307968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275802&amp;postID=775524018636307968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/775524018636307968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/775524018636307968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/2007/02/busiest-weekend-yet.html' title='The Busiest Weekend Yet'/><author><name>A.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447071617246112177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_glP-zrXbtvY/RcxmNix3E3I/AAAAAAAAADg/O2hUE73gyso/s72-c/IMG_3916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275802.post-5892588329015394126</id><published>2007-01-26T19:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:16:35.914+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My day'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas - Happy New Year 2007</title><content type='html'>I need 6 good clout. It's take that many months to finally get back in the groove and writing here again. Such is life I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, life is back in swing and things are moving forward from here on (kind of fell in a ditch before and seemed to be enjoying it till God was like "Aye fella, ah go leave yuh yuh know!") . There are many things I got to write about but I'll take everything in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not just start with today. Kinda got a small cold (throat has been feeling like someone has me in a head-lock all day) so took the bus this morning instead of my usual 12min sprint mountain-bike ride to school (school morning meeting starts at 8.25 and I usually leave home somewhere around 8.10 just for the rush... only once missed the mark by 2mins  and of course was warned that 2mins and an hour are the same by ever loving Nakamura-sensei).&lt;br /&gt;Today was fairly normal, had 3 lessons (taught basic English on how to get information for word you don't know e.g. 'What does ** mean? or How do you spell **?)  and came straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend plan... Pro Mountain bike new 2007 model &lt;a href="http://cycle-lodge.com/"&gt;Test ride&lt;/a&gt;, shopping for electronics  (I'm thinking of moving into the new year with an electronic dictionary), and wash clothes (the cold of winter makes it muchless appealing to hang out clothes so the pile grows), and some reflecting (got to get some new more productice habits in full gear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways laterz.&lt;br /&gt;PS Happy Birthday Alicia... Love you (Jan 19th) ; Happy Birthday Stacy... I didn't forget you just lost my address book the other day so didn't have your cell # (Jan 21); Happy Birthday Pauline! Hope this year is filled with hope and prosperity (Jan 30th)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275802-5892588329015394126?l=aiwooding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/feeds/5892588329015394126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275802&amp;postID=5892588329015394126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/5892588329015394126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/5892588329015394126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/2007/01/merry-christmas-happy-new-year-2007.html' title='Merry Christmas - Happy New Year 2007'/><author><name>A.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447071617246112177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275802.post-113778071024139192</id><published>2006-01-21T02:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:29:08.976+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Feature: Envoyage - Nagoya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02780.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/kamome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/kamome.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02777.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First Japanese Trip - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagoya - Allan's Jottings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Saturday 03.12.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" hour="18" minute="32"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;06:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Kamome white train, Japanese efficiency pulled off at exactly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="6" minute="30"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; without even so much as a beep… as if to say “Be here or be screwed”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" minute="50" hour="18"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;06:50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I remember watching TV when I was younger, of people always dreading when the train would go through tunnels. I just found out why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02787.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02787.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" hour="18" minute="59"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;06:59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I just got Punked! Pulled into a station alongside another train after a 31 second pause the train began to pull off again, of course with no warning as usual. As I watched the people in the cars of the other train go by… Only to realize after the last car that the uncanny quietness of our departure was not from brilliant Japanese engineering, but rather my blondness in realizing we did not pull off but rather it was the other train that did… in the opposite direction !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02788.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02788.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" minute="10" hour="19"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;07:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Taking my first nap on a train. Sun just came up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" minute="20" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;08:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Awoken from my slumber in a slight panic by the halt of the train. But luckily that wasn’t my stop. 15mins again… I’ll use the “Toy-ray” (toilet, as they say in Japanese) at the station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02793.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02793.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" minute="20" hour="9"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;09:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; With the kind help of the station man I boarded the Shinkansen (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; bullet train) in Hakata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fukuoka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, bound for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; after having a small sandwich in the station. Got a seat with a Japanese crew bound for a bit of sightseeing in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, my return stop off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.h2.dion.ne.jp/%7Edajf/byunbyun/graphics/routemap.gif"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Train stop en route to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagasaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Hakata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fukuoka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -&gt; Kokura -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Okayama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -&gt; Shin Kobe -&gt; Shin Osaka -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kyoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... my stop. The train continues on to Shin Yokahama -&gt; Shin Egawa -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.h2.dion.ne.jp/%7Edajf/byunbyun/graphics/routemap.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I’m hating myself for forgetting a map or my Lonely Planet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; travel guide. I don’t know where I am in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, just place names… that sucks! Most disappointed!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" minute="45" hour="9"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02785.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02785.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" minute="45" hour="9"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;09:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; The lady (train hostess I believe would be here title) is passing around with Bentos (Japanese lunch boxes) and assortment of drinks and snacks, but I don’t know how to ask what’s in them. Hope she comes back later, I’ll just buy it and hope for the best… a hungry man doesn’t ask what’s in the box, he just says thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ticket procedure at station: The first 2 tickets at point of embarkment (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagasaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;). The All 3 tickets when entering transfer station (Hakata) where only 2 will be returned by the gating machine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally the last 2 at destination station where none will be returned.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:54&lt;/span&gt; I offered a guy who fell asleep and missed his stop at Hiroshima some potatoes chips… feeling for him as he stoops in between cars until we get to the next stop 50mins away or so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02801.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.10&lt;/span&gt; Final destination approaching and I’m getting the “never been there before expecting to get seriously lost and freeze doing it, but still happy like a dog that didn’t get spayed” jitters. Just about 30mins again. I really should have checked the map properly; although it doesn’t seem long, it feels awfully far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As said, my seat mates when they left at Shin Kobe – “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; wa toi desu ne~!” Trini translation… “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; real far dred, I sorry for you. Doh dig no horrors.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02812.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" hour="12" minute="39"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12:39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Trying to gauge the weather outside before I depart the train… you know its 85% mental 7% physical and the rest just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02817.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; mouse. From the droplets on the window from a little rain a while back, I could tell it’s livable temperature, because despite the train’s high speed the drops haven’t frozen… “Mamonaku Nagoya desu…”… here we go!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" hour="18" minute="2"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18:02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; The University Open Day was very good impressive but they don’t have the programme I can do anymore but hope to bring it back later. I didn’t explore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; more that the street from the University to the train station. But from what I see it is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;very peaceful modern city. I get a real cool fee from it. Will have to revisit in tourist mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02826.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; sometime. Now leaving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagoya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; 30mins… awww, the lady I’m sitting next to on the train just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; gave me Okinawan Black Candy. SUGOI NE!!! Anyway 30mins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;late because I was standing at the wrong train track. Spent the 30mins eating beef udon soba (600yen) to warm me up. It’s very cold but I’m well dressed. Not too sure but hopefully this train is taking me from here (Nagoya) to Maibara, then transfer to Biwako line heading to Kyodo, Osaka then Sannomiya, Kobe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" minute="3" hour="21"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;21:03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; After worrying more than necessary we are finally approaching my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; stop. Whew!! Taihen ne! (hard time isn't it)I enjoyed my day of train rides actually. Quite enjoyable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02831.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02831.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I definitely learnt a lot. Time to see what Saturday night in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; is like!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunday 04.12.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" minute="45" hour="16"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16:45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Sitting on floor behind the last seat in car 1 of the Shinkansen from Shin Kobe to Hakata. I opted for the unreserved seat so that I can cover as many experiences as possible in one trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02836.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(I came on a reserved seat ticket which is only about 1000yen more). I hope I get a seat on the next stop because I was blessed with meager portions in the derrière division so not sure I’ll comfy for long. Had a great time in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BIG city, real cool people, lively atmosphere. Always good to meet up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. The weather wasn’t the best… rainy and very cold but still bearable. It’s mainly my hands and face that take the brunt of the cold. Otherwise I’m properly dressed. Totally love traveling. I’ll be sure to explore some cities (this time was just business visit really) on my own in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02837.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" hour="17" minute="40"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Train slowed a bit (not by much) and they finally… (Eewe!! Someone let one rip!) anyway, they finally put the speed up on the screen. We are traveling at 300km/h. Sugoi!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" hour="18" minute="21"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Train stopped at a rainy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Okayama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. I think I’ll take a sleep from here to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fukuoka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. A guy came on the train with jacket and gloves so I guess the rains signal the drop of 1 more degree in temperature. Whoopee ding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" hour="18" minute="30"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Check meh nah! Big time traveler sleeping on the train. Yuh tink it easy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02814.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" minute="55" hour="18"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18:55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Not much of a rest. We are already at Hakata and I have to be alert. The transfer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagasaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; is only in 5mins! No time to get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" minute="30" hour="20"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;20:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Met James on the train to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagasaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. I’m happy the train I was supposed to take was cancelled, because I ran to the wrong platform… would have surely missed it. So now I’m standing in a packed train (just like you see on TV, big jam up and squeeze up in here. Man cya even scratch he head, fuh fraid he lick way man eye with he elbow) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" hour="21" minute="57"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;21:57&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Yatta!!! Owarimashita!! Now on the bus (just in time for the last few buses to my apartment) on the way home. WOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nagasaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; feels colder than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Kobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. I suppose that I just came from the warm train into a rainy, windy, chilly night. But it’s all good. I really enjoyed the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02792.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; occasional panicked rush and discomfort of a journey. More memories God bless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. But wait! Is that snow falling outside there!?!?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:time style="font-weight: bold;" hour="22" minute="22"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;22:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; I can’t believe that. What the perfect end to a great trip and I not back in my equally cold apartment after jumping up and screaming at the top of my lungs at my first sight of snow. Was this close to licking it off the street at frustration that none would fall on my outstretched tongue. Very brief… all of 1min of snow (found out from temperate friends that it wasn’t snow but rather sleet… who gives?! All ice to me) but it was great!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275802-113778071024139192?l=aiwooding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/feeds/113778071024139192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275802&amp;postID=113778071024139192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/113778071024139192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/113778071024139192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/2006/01/special-feature-envoyage-nagoya.html' title='Special Feature: Envoyage - Nagoya'/><author><name>A.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447071617246112177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275802.post-113611949933693164</id><published>2006-01-01T21:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:43:16.263+09:00</updated><title type='text'>すみません。。。 HAPPY 2006!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02906.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/320/DSC02906.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It's been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here feeling shame more than anything; not one blasted excuse for taking 2 mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;nths to update this blog. Pure slackne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;s. Anyway that's all in the past isn't it?! This is a t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02958.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02958.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ime for new beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;s, forgiveness for past faults and embracement of new and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;mproved future (so put awa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;y the pitchfork, sickle and flambeaux an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;d I'll promise to write more &lt;/span&gt;often... ignore that my fingers are crossed behind as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anywho... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 2006 is here and there is still so much about 2005 that I am still overwhelmed by and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; trying to figure out. And of course there is still so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;much that I have to show you all about beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;apan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. For the while me just start at where I am right now and later on I'll do like the best movies do and give flash-backs of good ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/misc2%20057.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/misc2%20057.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;mes gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My first Japanese Christmas was quite q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;uiet. As we all know, here is not like the Chri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;stian founded western world. So even here in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nagasaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, one of the cities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; with the most Chri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;stians in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, didn't have much spirit a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;t all. The most I saw was a week of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Christmas activity in the seasonally adorned Nagasaki Train Station (music bands, dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;grou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ps, giveaways that kinda thing) and a flood in the malls on Christmas eve, of Japanese people who, even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; the day befo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;re, didn't even seem to know when Christmas was. (actually when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; I asked the question in the last week of class it was met most w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ith silence an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;d well and of course with the chatter of those students who are not even remotely inter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ested in English let alone '&lt;i&gt;Kuris&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02941.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02941.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;umasu&lt;/i&gt;'). And being the Japanese man I am (no comments necessary) I almost forgot that a holiday was coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; the working world Allan, as well. For the first time in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; my life as well, there was no beautiful holiday leading up to Christmas day until sometime after New Year's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. Onl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;y wonderful Jap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;anese efficiency working right up to the 28th of Dece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ber (I don't th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ink it's h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ealthy to shock a person like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; that... oh gorm! at lest give a black man a 3 da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ys nah...steups). Anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/misc2%20016.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/misc2%20016.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; those days (23rd-28th Dec) at school were great actually. Did a lot of sport activi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;with student clubs (like volleyball, kendo and of course track &amp; field). Even we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;nt for my first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;bit of ice skating (mad fun... and of course, I'm a natural). Christma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;s day I spent the day with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; (other Trini here... we apparently are the only ones that haven't left the country for the holidays. The other Trinis: Brigid is in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;esleann is in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;, and Abby is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Camb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;odia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;... boy do I sound boring to be in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;). We had lunch at a Jap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;anese restaurant and watched some movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is more or less the sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;e we did today on New Year's Day. We were supposed to go hiking to watch the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; year's first sunrise with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;a small hiking group, but missed the alarm and got up late. (Don't worry at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;12am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; time after a call from my mommy:-D, I took a walk and said some prayers for all you back home. I was expecting more calls since I distinctly remember mailing my number to everyone... Jus' watch allyuh go see. Doh ask what yuh know! doh worry yuh go see!). Anyways we cooked up a storm since that is what the Japanese do for the new year; I called one of my teachers last night and she said she was in the kitchen for the past 3 days and had about 2 hrs before the "Oshougatsu" feast was finished. And travelling from the city back home yesterday almost everyone on the tram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC02955.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC02955.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; was carrying bags of food. So why be the foreigner, eh? Buy food man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;We cooked Kyushu White Chicken (my specialty), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;macaroni pie (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;'s baby), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;boiled provisions (collaboration), fresh salad (joint effort), sushi (we bought), fried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;chicken (we reheated), and fried shrimp (we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; recooked). It was beautiful and we couldn't eat all but it always feels good to be stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as usual I'm rambling about nothing. Hope you all had a great season and I wish you all the best for 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;．&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Laterz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;明けましておめでとうございます。今年もよろしくお願いします。またね&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. from now I think I will write shorter blogs... easier for you to read, easier for me to write regularly. Well call that resolution I guess. Not sure how well it will stand but I'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="JA"&gt;　がんばります。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275802-113611949933693164?l=aiwooding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/feeds/113611949933693164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275802&amp;postID=113611949933693164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/113611949933693164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/113611949933693164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-2006.html' title='すみません。。。 HAPPY 2006!!!'/><author><name>A.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447071617246112177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275802.post-112873224686759815</id><published>2005-10-08T09:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:48:30.600+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC01991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC01991.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Despite all the good news I have been reporting over the last few weeks all is not rose beds and dandelions. Situations have changed to the point where I think that I may very well have to return to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Trinidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. I ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;n’t live like this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;More specifically, after I have somew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;hat gotten accustomed to life here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSCN85331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSCN85331.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; and finally settled, things have changed and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; I can’t cope with the new orientation that is necessary. I am talking about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;closure of the big department store, Daie, next door to my apartment. Come December 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;, they will no longer open their doors to hopeless foreigners like myself or anyone for that matter. Glancing over my shoulder at the television while eating raw octopus and fish (sashimi) with the Ferry driver’s family, I saw those familiar doors in my neighbour, “Aye look my Daie!... what’s that about?” Obviously the news is always all in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; Japanese so I j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC01980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC01980.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ust watch pictures and make up my own little fairytales. Anyways, Hiro-san (ferry driver’s son who speaks English) told me they were ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;lking about it closing. Well I might as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;well just pack and go back where I come from! Who can do without 3 floors of food, clothes, electronics, book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;s, laundry, photo service, ATMs, postal service, bakery, free samples and courteous serv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;ice open till 12midnight everyday right next door!? Not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC019981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC019981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Seeing the shock on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;my face and the near tears, the ferry driver (Susume-san) offered his son to take me to another department store anytime w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;hen Daie is closed. Anyways I will try to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway back to life. We have along weekend this week for the big Nagasaki Okunchi Festival. Lots of dancing and dragons and stuff. As always I enquired to find out what it was about and as always most people didn’t know. The ones who do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC01965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC01965.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; are the older folk who don’t speak English. I did find out though from a teacher in school, that Okunchi was an old festival against Christians! Riiiiiight… Hopefully the old sentiments don’t remain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Look out for ‘a Tribute to Daie, The Good Times’ in my picture blog soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Oh, the random pictures are on the left (top to bottom): Allan sensei, Ferry driver Masume and his son Masuru at our dinner, My Junious high school class practicing greeting. Right side (top to bottom): Beautiful Daie...you will be missed, and the view from my seat on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275802-112873224686759815?l=aiwooding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/feeds/112873224686759815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275802&amp;postID=112873224686759815' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/112873224686759815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/112873224686759815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/2005/10/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near'/><author><name>A.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447071617246112177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275802.post-112773506265318040</id><published>2005-09-26T20:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:54:23.176+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No End To Sudden Changes</title><content type='html'>I could remember like it was last year, turning around in my mother’s womb giving that loving kick every time the placenta j&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC01593-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/320/DSC01593-14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uice tasted extra good… now all of a sudden it seems I’m a virile 23year old eating raw fish and rice as a staple. Just last month it seems I was a “Trini to de bone” vowing never to leave the land of my birth ‘&lt;em&gt;oh sweet Trinidad ah love yuh too bad’&lt;/em&gt;… now I am 80% settled in half way across the world in Japan not really feeling the developing world vibe anymore. Just last week I could read and communicate fluently… today (Illiterates Anonymous meeting): “Hi my name’s Allan and I’m illiterate”. Only yesterday (literally) Nagasaki was the hottest place on earth (only black man with a tan now!)…this morning I got up shivering; sun shinning bright yuh know, but cold-no-tail! Never a dull moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow since my school’s sports day I have become a little more popular around town. I went to the store with some friends this weekend and when I got to the cash counter this gang of young boys crowded around me and were like “&lt;em&gt;Suisan Koko no ALT?” &lt;/em&gt;quizzically I answered “&lt;em&gt;Hai&lt;/em&gt;” not sure how they k&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/PICT0186-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/PICT0186-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new I teach at Suisan Koko but assumed they saw me at last weekend’s sports day. Then as they just continued snickering and looking marvelled that they were talking to an English speaker, I heard one behind me say “&lt;em&gt;Allan sensei!&lt;/em&gt;” I couldn’t help but laugh, feel flattered and stalked all at the same time. I turned to Sally who was shopping with me, “&lt;em&gt;How do they know me and my name…I don’t even teach them!?&lt;/em&gt;” It was quite enjoyable though.&lt;br /&gt;Last night a cashier, while checking me out (no not me…the goods…focus!), asked “&lt;em&gt;Suisan Koko no sensei?&lt;/em&gt;” I smiled and said “&lt;em&gt;Hai&lt;/em&gt;” again wondering how she knew me. Then she said that she her son was in 1W, one of the classes that I teach, then she said a Japanese name and asked if I knew him. Enthusiastically I was like “&lt;em&gt;Oh! Hai hai hai! Shirimasu yo&lt;/em&gt;!” (Just so you know I didn’t know him, all Japanese names are new to me even after 2 months of meeting about 10 japanese people everyday. And as soon as you tell me one…4-3-2-1- forgot it! And they still all sound the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first autumn (neither rainy nor dry season prepare you for this change). I am writing from school and just came in from a morning jog with the students. The mix of blistering sun and chilly winds is a bit confusing… I shouldn’t be begging for a warm sweater while sweating &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC01808-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/DSC01808-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like a dog… just not right. I’m up for it though. Am I blabbing?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my long weekend was great. Friday was Autumnal Equinox Day (coming to think about it I think that may have been the point where the temperatures got stirred up). Sandy, Sally, Andy (I’m the only one with out an “~y” ending so call me Ally for now) and me, Ally, went to a lighthouse in Nomozaki where Sally lives. The hike up had some nice views of the beach and valley but the lighthouse looked &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/PICT0258-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/PICT0258-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;very much in the distance… “&lt;em&gt;I think we should go on&lt;/em&gt;”… “&lt;em&gt;no it will be too late and flying insect will come out in the dark&lt;/em&gt;”… “&lt;em&gt;I’m the queen of the hik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;!”… “&lt;em&gt;we cya come all dis way fuh nothing&lt;/em&gt;” were the different opinions. Too many cooks almost spoil the sushi broth but we made it and it was completely worth the 45min hike.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had a full day. Visited the Chinese Confucian temple for a ceremony (I almost got on TV!...almost) and then went to the most amazing Taiko drumming concert….GREAT stuff! Had ice cream and sandwiches at Baskin Robbins and then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/PICT0330-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/200/PICT0330-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was just rest day for me. I had planned to go canoeing but got up like 11.00am and just lazed around mostly for the rest of the day. This week I’m not sure what’s in store. Still trying to find some kind of routine. Things are still always up in the air but in time…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275802-112773506265318040?l=aiwooding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/feeds/112773506265318040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275802&amp;postID=112773506265318040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/112773506265318040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/112773506265318040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-end-to-sudden-changes.html' title='No End To Sudden Changes'/><author><name>A.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447071617246112177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275802.post-112695475829337087</id><published>2005-09-17T19:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:52:31.236+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another action packed weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC01562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/320/DSC01562.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it's Saturday and for the second weekend in a row I have just got back home from school! It's not bad eh, but it's new. I had a lot of fun today hand-picking grass, putting up banners and signs, practicing races and just liming with students and teachers. Tomorrow is my school's Sports day so we had preparations today (work as usual though doh get tie up...work starts at 8.25am and finishes at 4.10pm) Everyday I learn something new at school today I learned you can't even suck a mint once you are out of the staff room. No eating whatsoever, same goes for cell phones. That's because students can't so set example. (I was wondering why once of teachers was waving hysterically at me one day when I was strolling the corridors in a free period happily munching on my apple... I mistook the horror on her face for enthusiasm at seeing the new foreign teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC015901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/320/DSC015901.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, I realized I need to close my eyes when I'm passing the department store just before my apartment. I walked in there today soley to buy some bread. However being the spontaneous shopper I have found myself to be, before I even picked up a basket I already had a sushi bento in my hand (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OISHI!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japanese for tasty&lt;/span&gt;). An just when I was leaving with my basket of goodies ended up buying some milk and tempura (fried foods...just too tempting...I literally closed my eyes until I go to the bread or else I would have been in there for quite a while...then closed my eyes to the cashier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a big day so I'm going to get some rest tonight. My back&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/1600/DSC01561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/778/1287/320/DSC01561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k is still hurting a bit from Sumo yesterday... that is one tough sport but ah love it (next week I'll have my first match... no I don't have pictures I intentionally forget my camera when I go to sumo no need for anyone else to see me outfitted in the stiff loin wrap we wear.) Sports day (teachers have to be at school as any other work day 8:25am), and my friend Sandy (Trini) and Andy are coming to watch the sports festival as well. Then in the evening I have my welcome party thrown by the teachers (rel rel beer and food... all in my honour... this is why I had to practice drinking a few before left Trinidad...only drank 3 but that should be enough for me). Anyways bla bla bla bla... I know I talk too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275802-112695475829337087?l=aiwooding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/feeds/112695475829337087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275802&amp;postID=112695475829337087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/112695475829337087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/112695475829337087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/2005/09/yet-another-action-packed-weekend.html' title='Yet another action packed weekend!'/><author><name>A.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447071617246112177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275802.post-112670562769537390</id><published>2005-09-14T22:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:48:14.193+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Better now than never!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I suppose now is as good a time as ever to finally get this Blog thing off the road. There have been several reasons I haven't started this as intended a month ago, but let's just forget the past and press on with the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way for me to catch up and update you is to just dive into it... As time permits later on I will just recount some past experiences. Well the main purpose of this blog is to record my experiences, living my dream in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nagasaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today was a cool day. Hot as Japanese summer days seem to always be, interrupted every now and then but nothing more than a TYPHOON! But say what life is good. Down here typhoon is "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small ting&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Kyushu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; at least is very disaster prepared so. Last Tuesday we had a big Category 3 coming Nagasaki way and in the midst of the storm I look outside (all this time winds and rain kicking up real good eh), I look outside and old man Yamaha (that's not his name but I'm sure it would be a good guess) he well outside putting out the garbage like nothing. And don't talk about traffic, just as usual cars busy busy. All this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; man trembling in his apartment because this is the strongest breeze I ever felt and outside looking a little more than dreary. To tell you the extent of their comfort with disasters, although students have the day off, teachers at most schools are still expected at work...once there is public transport available. Hmmm...Unheard of where I come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today I taught my Junior High School students about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Trinidad and Tobago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. Played a little soca and steelpan in the background to give them the right atmosphere. The students seem to really like the sound of the country and more so the look of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tobago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; (always greeted by "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIREINA!!!&lt;/span&gt;"...means beautiful).  It's nice reciting some of the stuff about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Trinidad and Tobago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;...I feel comfortable. Although I sure sometimes I telling the people wrong information. Like today I told them that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Trinidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; has the second biggest Carnival in the World after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;. It is only after my teacher looked shocked at that fact did I begin to question its accuracy...before then I could have bet my bottom dollar that was true! And the largest round-a-bout in the world being Queen's Park &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Savannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;...I don't think I have seen that anywhere in writing. But kill dat! I saying it loud and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week there are fewer classes in 2 of the 3 schools I'm teaching in because they have Sports Day on Sunday. What's the link you ask? Well would you believe that they have practice or rehearsal for the entire sports day; from the march band to the handing of certificated to the fun races and the theatrical dances are all rehearsed so that everything is familiar and most of all efficient on Sunday. I find that amazing! I'm getting ideas for when I'm ready to start the Irwin Institute of Advanced Learning. But the Sports Days are really something to see and enjoy. I will post pictures of my school's (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nagasaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Fisheries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;) after this Sunday. Everybody is looking to me to break a world record or something in the track events because I like running. All this unnecessary pressure. But it will be fun I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways you know I can ramble on an on... there is so much that happens in one day here for me it's amazing, even a boring day. And don't talk about the number of names I have to try to remember. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hiroshi, Masaru, Susume, Matsushita, Nagyo&lt;/span&gt; are just half the names I learnt and had to remember today...the other half I've forgotten and will have to smile and bow pretending I remember until I can fake no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ja matane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14275802-112670562769537390?l=aiwooding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/feeds/112670562769537390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275802&amp;postID=112670562769537390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/112670562769537390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/112670562769537390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/2005/09/better-now-than-never.html' title='Better now than never!'/><author><name>A.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447071617246112177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14275802.post-112161130230164658</id><published>2005-07-17T23:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:18:22.123+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Laterz Allan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/6811/640/DSCN8350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/237/6811/400/DSCN8350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Goodbye Crew&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L-R: Clint, Sacha, Tricia, Abeo, Marc, Lauren Alana and floorman Otis.&lt;/span&gt; There I was thinking I going for a beach lime with Lauern and Alana to Maqueripe...next ting I know I see David jump out his car and I get a gag order "Don't ask any questions!" So yuh know one time I know something fishy going on...little did I know I was so dense to not know what was going on.  I say well ok...we parkep up waiting for who I realise is an imaginary friend of Lauren's from Dominica, and then the posse break the corner all smiles with Abeo of course shouting "Allan!"  All I could do was laugh. The beginning of a surprise farewell party down the islands with nuff food and of course water...salt wate pool and ting! This was a best lime! Great people and 'rel' fun. Jus' look at dem smiles nah man! It was a fitting sendoff and I greatly appreciate it. David was in the mix too but we had to ask him to leave becuase he was getting a little rowdy jus becuase a big man shed a lil tear an' ting. No cry haters up here. Nah...he left early but was still as much a part of it all. Thanks youall especially for the backpack!!! Otis how yuh smilin' so like yuh eat Sacha cake or what?! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" 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/14275802-112161130230164658?l=aiwooding.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/feeds/112161130230164658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14275802&amp;postID=112161130230164658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/112161130230164658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14275802/posts/default/112161130230164658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aiwooding.blogspot.com/2005/07/laterz-allan.html' title='Laterz Allan!'/><author><name>A.I.W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11447071617246112177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
