<?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-3091778686462429296</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:45:06.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pam in the 'pan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-7770221279726255929</id><published>2009-09-20T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:36:17.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funemployment!</title><content type='html'>So I'm living at home with my parents while I'm looking for a job. You'd think it'd be kind of depressing but it's actually kinda nice. My mom's a good cook, my dad does the dishes, and the place is HUGE compared to the apartments I'm used to. It's nice to have roommates too- after returning home to an empty place in the quiet suburbs for two years, it's nice to have some noise and interaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my parents are my ROOMMATES, hehe. There's this one part of The Flight of the Conchords where Dave (the faux-casanova Indian friend who runs the pawn shop) talks about his living situation (totally paraphrased):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: Aw, man, my roommate is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Bret/Jermaine (I forget): Don't you live with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Dave: What? Uh...no. Those are my roommates!&lt;br /&gt;Bret/Jermain: But don't they have pictures of you growing up?&lt;br /&gt;Dave: I know! I think they made them in Photoshop, it's really creepy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I haven't gotten to that point of delusion but it's only been a month and a half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-7770221279726255929?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/7770221279726255929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=7770221279726255929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/7770221279726255929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/7770221279726255929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2009/09/funemployment.html' title='Funemployment!'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-227522639075815365</id><published>2008-12-15T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:28:30.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart Santa-san and Reindeer-San!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the 11th grade final exam at my nerd school, I asked my kids what they want for Christmas. Among the iPods, PCs, and book answers were the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I want to eat the biggest cake in the world!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Awesome! I would say more than half of my kids said they wanted cake for Christmas. Easily pleased, right??? The Japanese tradition of Christmas is to eat fried chicken (usually from KFC) and Christmas cake (strawberry shortcake, basically). Also, Christmas is a "romantic" holiday akin to Valentine's Day, so you spend it with your boyfriend or girlfriend, not your family. The best part is that they think that this is the bona fide American thing to do. Oh, so much to teach about our beloved culture!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I want as much money as possible because money can buy you everything except love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A lot of kids wrote money too, but one of my wise guys (his name is "Yohei" and introduced himself by waving "Yo!" and then "Hey!"- instant cred in my book!) is apparently a Beatles fan!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I want a pen so I can study."&lt;/span&gt; This kid's demanding, right? However, he got a really low score (a 10 out of 40, by far the lowest in the grade!) so I wrote (with like 11 smileys) "Dude, I will get you a pen!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I want a very cute girlfriend because Christmas will be a more happy day." &lt;/span&gt;Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I want to spend time with my friends because I want to enjoy the day in order to forget the sadness I haven't a girlfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was actually written by #5's best friend! I wrote "good luck!" on both their papers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best one of all (written by one of the top students who's probably on his way to a top law school):&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I want nothing because in Japan, many people have financial difficulties....I hope it will be better. (It's a joke. I want books for study.)" &lt;/span&gt;Amazingly deadpan! It would depress me if I weren't impressed by his mastery of sarcasm- ellipsis points even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To end, here is an impossibly cute picture...Not only did it make my students gasp with "Meccha Kawaii's!" even the Vice-Principal couldn't help but point and become overhelmed by a cuteness-induced giggle! (One of the boys: "Is it me or is Reindeer-san too cute?")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SUZJuiBLheI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qzhZ8j1i50E/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SUZJuiBLheI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qzhZ8j1i50E/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279988676893050338" 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/3091778686462429296-227522639075815365?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/227522639075815365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=227522639075815365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/227522639075815365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/227522639075815365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/12/kurisumasu-desu-well-almost.html' title='I heart Santa-san and Reindeer-San!'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SUZJuiBLheI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qzhZ8j1i50E/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-5256385044116916813</id><published>2008-11-09T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T04:31:09.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Your Average Weekend in the 'Pan</title><content type='html'>Passed by some elementary school kids bullying one boy. Decided to go over and act teacherly. As I'd never done this before, I was supremely surprised that the kids immediately stopped, jumped to their feet, smiled and yelled things like "I'm ok!" "I love you!" and  "We are babies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did these kids get so good at English???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-5256385044116916813?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/5256385044116916813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=5256385044116916813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/5256385044116916813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/5256385044116916813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-your-average-weekend-in-pan.html' title='Just Your Average Weekend in the &apos;Pan'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-8686035488360451132</id><published>2008-10-31T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:55:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Enjoy a Happy Halloween Time!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween, peepz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm going as this fine young woman right here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wakaweb.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/gokusen04.jpg"&gt;Gokusen- the Gangster Teacher!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She teaches math AND kicks bad guys' butts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of each exam, I ask the student a "fun" (for me) extra credit question. It helps keep me sane when I'm grading! (For the last final, I asked for the 2008 Presidential Candidates: Very few kids knew McCain (or "Makein" in Japanese) but lots of kids knew "Balack Obama" and "Hirari" (Oh, that wonderful L/R mixup!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 10th Grade Midterm Exam Question was: "What Halloween Costume would you choose and why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"A pumpkin. It's very cute." (answer from several male students)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"A zombie. It's very cute." (answer from several female students)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"[Female J-pop singer] Ayumi Hamazaki. I respect her a lot." (answer from a male student)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"A Ghost. It's very cheap."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"What will you be for Halloween, Pam-sensei? Will you go to a party?" (I gave him a point for appealing to my vanity! And actually writing something....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other popular ones: Jack Sparrow/Johnny Depp, Dorakura (a.k.a. Dracula - took me a while to figure that one out!), cat, and one kid even said he would be the Grim Reaper!! ("shinigami" in Japanese. "shinu" = death and "kami" = god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A couple students said this to me in person, "I can't dress up for Halloween! I'm Japanese!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So what will you be for Halloween? Will you go to a party?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-8686035488360451132?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/8686035488360451132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=8686035488360451132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/8686035488360451132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/8686035488360451132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-enjoy-happy-halloween-time.html' title='Let&apos;s Enjoy a Happy Halloween Time!'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-6404199578943458184</id><published>2008-10-23T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:54:54.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosby Got Nothing on My Kids!</title><content type='html'>Some random stories about my crazy kids... As some of you may know, I teach at two very different high schools. One's a high academic school which has a reputation for being "the nerdiest school in Shiga Prefecture" (prefecture = Japan's answer to a state) and the other one is a lower level school with kids who are known for being kinda punky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my punky school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the kids comes into class one morning and goes:"Hey, do you remember me? On the train yesterday, I saw you! " (He crouches down, waves and yells "Hey!")&lt;he&gt; "That was ME!!!"&lt;/he&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pair of friendly, middle aged women sell sweet and savory pastries from the back of a minivan in the school courtyard. One boy, whose usual stoic expression rivals that of my dad, says "Gee, I wish I could eat everything! It all looks so good!" with this genuine shy smile. The women were super flattered and happy and I stood there beaming at him with my hand over my heart.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my nerdy school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One boy was walking to school all slowly and such. His friend comes up behind him, offers to take his heavy bag, puts it in his bike basket*, and rides away on his bike as Stevie Wonders' "That's What Friends Are For" plays in the background.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As I'm walking out of class, a boy hands me his speech to correct. I walk downstairs to my desk and just as I sit down, the same boy asks me to give him back his paper. I wanted to be like "Um, dude, you gave it to me literally 2 minutes ago!" But then I asked his name, looked among the corrected speeches, and lo and behold...there was his red ink covered paper! As I hand it back to him, I go "Holy carp...Yamazaki...and Yamazaki... your (identical twin)&lt;identical&gt; brother just..." and before I could finish, he shot me one of those tired "heard it a million times before" looks! (I bet you thought I couldn't tell my students apart, huh? No way! I can recognize the faces, names and socials of all 800+ uniform-wearing kiddos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/identical&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yes, most bikes in Japan are "mama-charis" a.k.a. "Mama Chariots" with baskets in the front and sometimes back and with 0-3 speeds. Sadly, no ribbons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-6404199578943458184?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/6404199578943458184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=6404199578943458184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/6404199578943458184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/6404199578943458184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/10/cosby-got-nothing-on-my-kids.html' title='Cosby Got Nothing on My Kids!'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-3465513417489256856</id><published>2008-07-26T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T05:12:50.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbibing J-style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SIsRlbxdumI/AAAAAAAAADc/mIwZMSqvoc0/s1600-h/375-096025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SIsRlbxdumI/AAAAAAAAADc/mIwZMSqvoc0/s320/375-096025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227291127301651042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking alcoholic beverages, much like in uh, every country, is of utmost importance here. So here are some words to get you through the good times and, if you're like the poor "salary man" (Japanese businessman) above, maybe the bad times! (Can anyone read what the key chain says?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nomitomodachi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no-mee-toh-moh-da-chee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= literally "drinking" (nomi) "friends" (tomodachi)- basically means drinking buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. At one of our school enkais (drinking parties for offices- usually kind of formal), I mentioned that two of the (older male) teachers always seem to hang together at work parties. One of the other English teaches said, "Those two are what we call Nomitomodachi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mo ippai onegaishimasu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(moe EE-pie oh-ne-guy-shee-mahs) &lt;/span&gt;= one more (drink) please; the counting system is crazy here, so the ending for "long, thin, cylindrical items" (like a beer bottle) is "hai" (ippai = one bottle, nihai = two bottles, sanbai= three, yonhai = four, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kanzo ga yabai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kahn-zo gah ya-bye) &lt;/span&gt;= literally means "[someone's] liver is in danger" Basically, that you drank so much, you're like, totally gonna get cirrhosis! As you may remember, "yabai" means "risky/dangerous" - so to the kiddies, it means "that's (dangerously) cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nomisuke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(noe-mee-skay)&lt;/span&gt; = boozer, someone who drinks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Taikobara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tie-koh-ba-ruh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;= pot belly/beer belly- what you get if you drink too much! Comes from "taiko" meaning drum- taiko drumming is a popular hobby here- and "bara" which means stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Futsukayoi &lt;/span&gt;(foo-tsoo-ka-yoy) &lt;/span&gt;= hangover&lt;br /&gt;e.g. It's funny- at the convenient store, they sell all kinds of drinks that are supposed to help you recover (one of them has a blonde woman wearing a business suit and glasses on it! Hilar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Koukai suru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(KOH-kye soo-roo)&lt;/span&gt; = to feel regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Honto ni sumimasen/honto ni gomen nasai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hone-toe nee soo-mee-mah-sen/goh-men nuh-sye)&lt;/span&gt;: I'm REALLY sorry! If you wanna do it properly, make sure to do a quick, deep (I'm talking 45 degree angle here) bow that you keep until you hear your apology accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go on, kids, get yourself some salary man friends and head off to E. 7th Street!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-3465513417489256856?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/3465513417489256856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=3465513417489256856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/3465513417489256856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/3465513417489256856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/07/imbibing-j-style.html' title='Imbibing J-style!'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SIsRlbxdumI/AAAAAAAAADc/mIwZMSqvoc0/s72-c/375-096025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-8267791892349039639</id><published>2008-06-30T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:46:12.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk about Skeevy McGees!</title><content type='html'>Since I think your (read: Lux and Stine's) maturity level is about the same as mine, I hope you'll appreciate today and tomorrow's (a surprise topic!) posts. Today we'll be talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SGjMDsL2lzI/AAAAAAAAADU/qA_OLfEj3qk/s1600-h/Pee-Wee-Herman-Photograph-C10042164.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SGjMDsL2lzI/AAAAAAAAADU/qA_OLfEj3qk/s320/Pee-Wee-Herman-Photograph-C10042164.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217644532081268530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hentai (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;henn-tye&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;/span&gt;meaning "transformed," it's pretty much your run-of-the-mill pervert; usually said to people you know when they're acting creepy (but as a joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. When any non-Japanese male here encounters a Japanese woman. Exaaactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sukebee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(skay-bay)&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;essentially, a lech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. There was a crazy guy here (who was super cool, but liked the sauce) and later into the night, he tended to flirt with everyone (regardless of gender, and the fact that he was married). He also had the habit of high fiving people and going "I'm Sukebee Jason!" Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chikan (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chee-kahn&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;/span&gt;this is "the guy-on-the-subway-that-flashes-and-gropes-women," the highest echelon of the Japanese big perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. We were getting off a crowded bus somewhere in the middle of suburban Kyushuu (the large Southerly island of Japan) and one of my friends (Jon) yells, "Chikan jenai yo!" (I'm not a pervert, really!) cos he had to touch like a jillion women on the way out. The entire bus of Japanese people cracked their shizz up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seku hara (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seh-koo-ha-rah&lt;/span&gt;): &lt;/span&gt;the shortened form of sexual harassment. People here love abbreviating English words into barely recognizable "Japanese" words (eakon = air conditioner, pasokon = Personal Computer, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. It's pretty common to hear this when people who work together go out drinking. I've never heard it said as anything but a joke though! I guess it's pretty much the same as back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-8267791892349039639?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/8267791892349039639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=8267791892349039639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/8267791892349039639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/8267791892349039639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-talk-about-skeevy-mcgees.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk about Skeevy McGees!'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SGjMDsL2lzI/AAAAAAAAADU/qA_OLfEj3qk/s72-c/Pee-Wee-Herman-Photograph-C10042164.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-8505307868190100048</id><published>2008-06-27T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:18:52.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Is Just a Number...A Seriously Important Number</title><content type='html'>Japan has a weird relationship with age. You have no idea how many times I've met people and honestly could guess their age to be anywhere from 21 to 55.  It's friggin' weird. So here are some age-related words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kurisumasu Keki (kris-mas kay-kee): &lt;/span&gt;Christmas cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. It's the delicious treat (seen below) enjoyed by Japanese people during the holidays. For some reason, they believe that Americans eat this and fried chicken (YES, I'm talking KFC here, people!) on Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SGTMKlJHxOI/AAAAAAAAADM/QjdxJbt86QU/s1600-h/christmas+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SGTMKlJHxOI/AAAAAAAAADM/QjdxJbt86QU/s320/christmas+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216518750543004898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, it has another meaning...it means an unmarried woman after the age of 26. Because nobody wants Christmas Cake the day after no matter how sweet and pretty it looks! This is, what I like to call, LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Himitsu (hee-mee-tsu): secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. You'd think that because of this horrible Christmas cake business, people would keep pretty quiet about their ages. Wrong (or "Chigau"!)!!! People ask me my age all the time- and people often like talking about how old they are. But also, being a foreign person here means that most things about your life are about as UNsecret as it gets. I have to admit though, it's kind of flattering to have people talk about all the random stuff I do everyday. Now I know how Britney feels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toshi desu kara (toe-shee dess kah-rah): Because I'm old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. I use this phrase all the time- it always gets laughs! Like I was at a barbecue the other day and some dude was like "Why aren't you drinking?" And I just said "Toshi desu kara." And he was like "Ehhhhhhh? You're younger than I am!" Maybe, but he doesn't have to worry about becoming a holiday pastry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-8505307868190100048?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/8505307868190100048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=8505307868190100048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/8505307868190100048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/8505307868190100048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/06/age-is-just-numbera-seriously-important.html' title='Age Is Just a Number...A Seriously Important Number'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SGTMKlJHxOI/AAAAAAAAADM/QjdxJbt86QU/s72-c/christmas+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-4539156953574158379</id><published>2008-06-25T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:26:42.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Slang Update!</title><content type='html'>Gomen (sorry)!!!  I haven't updated in months! Sorry to all my loyal fans (or well, fan...Lux!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more slang to keep ya'll going. These are all "ki" words (get it? KEY WORDS? OMG.). Anyway ki or "気" means "feeling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimoi (kee-moy): Gross! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. I was hanging with the English Club at my school and one of the girls picks up this nasty thing off the ground (it looked like a bunch of old cigarettes stuck together) and goes- I'm not joking- "Oishiso!" (looks tasty!) Turns out it was a dessicated honeycomb...and people really do eat those! Anyway, when she put it in her bag, one of the other girls (who, by the way, is exactly like me when I was her age- totally a nerd but really energetic!! She's hilarious!!!) yelled, "KIMO!" (dropping the "i" makes it extra exclamation-y, I think!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimazui (kee-ma-zoo-ee): Awkward; embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. This is a word I use almost daily... which is about as often as I used the word awkward back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimochi (kee-mo-chee): emotion, feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. So on my fave show ever (I am a total Japanese television addict now), Zettai Kareshi ("Absolute Boyfriend" or, its English title, "My Flawless Robot Boyfriend"), the main star is a robot designed to be the perfect man. As the show goes on, he develops human-like "kimochi" so his non-robot girlfriend actually begins to fall for him!!! Another phrase I learned from this show was "Konai de" (ko-nye-day) which means "Don't come near me!"&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna watch it, you can go to veoh.com and download it! Below is the advert for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SGJG1_o05DI/AAAAAAAAADE/g5etv9YeQhQ/s1600-h/zettai_kareshi_138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SGJG1_o05DI/AAAAAAAAADE/g5etv9YeQhQ/s320/zettai_kareshi_138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215809211878138930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's all for now! More to come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news, I get to be one of the Orientation Leaders for JET Orientation in Tokyo, so I get to- as fellow JET Katie P likes to say- freak out the squares!!! ("Squares" meaning incoming JETs!) That and I get to put that crazy enthusiasm ("genki"-ness here in Japan. OH!!! Another ki word!!!) to good use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I hope to be better at this in the future- thank you to Lux for pushing me to start posting again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-4539156953574158379?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/4539156953574158379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=4539156953574158379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/4539156953574158379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/4539156953574158379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/06/extreme-slang-update.html' title='Extreme Slang Update!'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/SGJG1_o05DI/AAAAAAAAADE/g5etv9YeQhQ/s72-c/zettai_kareshi_138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-8915229088564682944</id><published>2008-02-07T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T03:34:51.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawaii = Cute</title><content type='html'>This is a word I'm sure many of you know all too well- be it from watching 20 seconds of Japanese TV or from that Japanophile posterperson, Gwen Stefani. But just in case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kawaii &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kah-wah-eee&lt;/span&gt;): cute; can be said about people, animals, cartoon animals, stuffed cartoon animals, and pictures of animals (particularly the cartoon kind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interrupt this word of the day message to say that Christina rocks!!! Thanks so much for the book (which I totally wishlisted on Amazon after you told me about it months ago)!!!! And I can't wait to Skype you while you can check out my "it doesn't really look like anyone is living there" apartment!!!! YAYYYYY!!! OK, I'm done now. Had to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, sorry back to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie: &lt;after closing="" the="" door="" to="" my="" apartment="" bathroom=""&gt;(as soon as he closes the door of my bathroom) Ah! Kawaii!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pam: Hey, what? What's kawaii?&lt;br /&gt;Vinnie: Pam, uh... how many things in your bathroom could I possibly be talking about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... I'm pretty sure he was talking about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/after&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/R6rsXmAaTGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H3kSwuC8Ye4/s1600-h/IMG_1398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/R6rsXmAaTGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H3kSwuC8Ye4/s320/IMG_1398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164199812817112162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;after closing="" the="" door="" to="" my="" apartment="" bathroom=""&gt;p.s. That would be the same Vin from RU! He's teaching English over in Yokohama now (which is not far from Tokyo...but he was kind enough to come and hang in Kansai for a few days!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/after&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-8915229088564682944?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/8915229088564682944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=8915229088564682944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/8915229088564682944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/8915229088564682944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/02/kawaii-cute.html' title='Kawaii = Cute'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/R6rsXmAaTGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H3kSwuC8Ye4/s72-c/IMG_1398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-8641596289595727744</id><published>2008-02-06T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T06:04:39.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazukashi = Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So- if any of you guys remember (or knew me) back when I was studying at Bristol...you might remember how I morphed my AIM profile (remember those? hellz yeah, all the way back in 2003!) into a "British Slang Word of the Day." I usually tried to pepper it with stories of my local friends' verbal abuse and various awkward situations in which I'd managed to land myself. Things really haven't changed too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed writing them every day so- how about a Japanese Word of the Day (a Nichi no Nihongo no Tango, if you will)? I figure the first one can bear reference to studying abroad the first time around so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nazukashi &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;nah-zoo-ka-SHEE&lt;/i&gt;) = Nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. One night, I was at a bar in my tiny town called "Second Booze" (kickass name, I know!). This guy comes over and randomly starts talking to us. So he tells us that he lives in New York and he's here for the week and I’m like "Whuhhh? Where? When? Why? New York? Come talk to me!" Turns out- get this- not only did he just finish his Master's in Education at NYU, but we also met a couple times at Orientation! (As you may know, I worked at the international students office.) Crazy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND his dad used to work at the high school I currently work at (his parents are so cool, I heart them- they will be in many a future Word of the Day) AND my predecessor's predecessor just happened to be staying at their house that weekend so they called him up and I talked to the guy who had my job about four years ago. Weird night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;at style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;yet? WTF?” Wait for it…wait for it…&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So long story short, we become facebook friends. And he wrote on my wall telling me to do stuff around my apartment that he did when he was growing up (two blocks away). At the end, he goes “Wow, nazukashi! Nazukashi means nostalgic. It’s a useful word.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isn’t it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Forgive me for the anticlimax. I swear, it’ll get better. And more succinct.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-8641596289595727744?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/8641596289595727744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=8641596289595727744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/8641596289595727744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/8641596289595727744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/02/nazukashi-nostalgic.html' title='Nazukashi = Nostalgic'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-6417363492783405099</id><published>2008-01-25T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:34:53.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Anyone that says the Japanese have no sense of humor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZQmq5fjTG4o"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ZQmq5fjTG4o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, this is hilarious!!! Believe it or not, this guy's stage name is actually "Hard Gay" (in Katakana- Japanese-ized- English). I think it would be too offensive to actually exist in the U.S. but you gotta love his style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you end up wanting to end every sentence with "Hooooooo!"- you are not alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me your thoughts! I will read them heartily when I get back from Korea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-6417363492783405099?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/6417363492783405099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=6417363492783405099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/6417363492783405099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/6417363492783405099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-anyone-that-says-japanese-have-no.html' title='To Anyone that says the Japanese have no sense of humor...'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-5329971712960446243</id><published>2008-01-23T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T05:27:21.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Japan!</title><content type='html'>So, as some of you may know, I wasn't really feeling being in Japan the past couple of weeks. I missed home WAY too much, my job situation became up in the air (more on that someday), and I just felt out of it and hermit-like. But, you may ask yourself, pray tell, then why is this post called, "Why I Love Japan"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I had the best weekend ever!!! While I think we've all tried hard to get involved with Japanese people (not in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;way...ok, maybe for some people...) but we also tend to hang out with other foreigners and observe Nihon-jin like we're at the zoo. "I find it crazy how Japanese women walk like they have broken limbs!" or "What is up with these teenage boys and their magenta hair clips?" And the majority of Japanese people I come into regular contact with are between the ages of 15-18 and 35-60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But three totally different situations allowed some interaction with some people my own age (and a little older!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday afternoon, I took a long-arse train ride to Ibaraki, which is a town halfway between Osaka and Kyoto. I did a presentation on "Life in the U.S. of A." and "A 20 Minute version of the History and Culture of South Africa" for about 40 retirees. I was kind of dreading it, as I had been slammed at work and putting together a 90 min presentation kinda sucked. But they were AWESOME!!!! They totally reminded me of my parents and their friends- their English was fantastic (all of them were well traveled and the majority had lived several years abroad) and they were so cool. They even asked questions about politics and cultural differences and they were so up for talking about themselves and not shy. It definitely made me miss the 'rents though- and chats with my dad about whatever he heard on Larry King/read in our 1981 Encyclopaedia Brittanica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, I went to Otsu (the biggest city in the Sheegs, our capital, not far from Kyoto) to hang with a new friend- who is a gaijin (short of "gaikoku-jin" which means "foreigner"- apparently it's a bad word- they can't say it on television! but I'm allowed to say it because it's "our word") but not a JET. Her boyfriend is the trombonist in a Japanese ska punk band called Cutie Pi! We went to a show with them and a bunch of other bands (including Ska Freaks, who I also adore!) and it was AWESOME. It was so cool to see people in their 20's getting into the music- the same people go to the shows, so these are serious fans. Both Cutie Pi and Ska Freaks are local bands, so a bunch of the members went to the high school I work at! Which was awesome.  It was kind of weird being among the only foreigners, but the people there were super friendly. It was actually nice to be at a place that wasn't packed to the gills with fellow...dare I say it...gaikokujin-san! And I saw my student's best bud again! We had another awkward encounter (me: super excited him: pretending he doesn't know English) but it was memorable enough to warrant a "Hey, I heard you went to see Cutie Pie this weekend! OOOOOO!" from my student Monday morning. He also asked me if I "burned" which apparently is the Japanese word for "skanking" (if it's the American word too, this goes to show that I am lame). Tara the Brit said he probably meant I seemed like I was on drugs since I was way too genki (excited/happy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, I went to a break dancing show in Hikone (renowned for its "ancient" castle... hey, the one in my town is almost 20 years old, dagnabbit!) with fellow teach Katie P, which was excelente! The people there were crazy good!!!! Despite the fact that I had dressed completely wrong- I mean, where the heck did I leave my good yellow Adidas track suit and mismatchingly matched trucker hat? - it was amazing watching people our age (and younger, sigh) do these crazy acrobatic type moves. We went to see her friend from Michigan compete but when we decided to stay after he left he goes, "Hm...can't resist the eye candy, huh?" So yes, this show definitely debunked the myth that J-boys (or even J-men?) are not hot. These guys were jacked! I have a video of it, but it's too big to load, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is the end of my "I love Japan" ramble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-5329971712960446243?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/5329971712960446243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=5329971712960446243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/5329971712960446243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/5329971712960446243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-i-love-japan.html' title='Why I Love Japan!'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-9142389548214596294</id><published>2008-01-15T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:01:21.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay to Lux!</title><content type='html'>For reading my posts... I have to admit, they've been kinda boring lately. I gotta get to bed, but I wanted to share this wonderful piece of Japan-yana (you know, like Jerseyana!) with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0HihMsEkRY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0HihMsEkRY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing!!!!! Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-9142389548214596294?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/9142389548214596294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=9142389548214596294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/9142389548214596294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/9142389548214596294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-to-lux.html' title='Yay to Lux!'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-6535455470762533578</id><published>2008-01-07T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T03:53:48.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell I like this guy?</title><content type='html'>Another gem from our man Pico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most visitors to the Unites States will tell you that service in American restaurants and hotels is generally as friendly and as unpretentious as you will find anywhere. I know that because I grew up in England, where every waiter in a rundown cafe greeted me as I were a summons to the police and every worker in an upscale place as if I were a fly that had landed on the duck à l’orange. In Japan, where I now live, service in even a convenience store is efficient, quick and impeccably polite, but you won’t get the genuine laughs or banter that you often find in even a bank in New York. Democracy finds its vindication, I often think, in the cheerful, ungrudging attention you get across what is perhaps the world’s most open nation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I'll even cite it for ya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-info"&gt;  &lt;small class="post-date" id="day_14"&gt;New York Times, December 14, 2007,  11:43 pm "The Friendliest Country, and the Unfriendliest Skies" by Pico Iyer  http://jetlagged.blogs.nytimes.com/2007/12/14/the-friendliest-country-and-the-unfriendliest-skies/ &lt;/small&gt;   &lt;h2 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-6535455470762533578?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/6535455470762533578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=6535455470762533578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/6535455470762533578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/6535455470762533578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-you-tell-i-like-this-guy.html' title='Can you tell I like this guy?'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-5004281709328633239</id><published>2008-01-07T03:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T03:44:56.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This was not written by me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A portrait of living in rural Japan- by Indian-American-British travel writer Pico Iyer: (I edited it a little, it's from Powells.com, the bookseller)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's the same for me, but I see from where the dude's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iyer: &lt;/b&gt;In Japan, I live in a little neighborhood in the middle of nowhere. I don't    have a bicycle or a car or anything, so my only movement is within the boundaries    of my feet. I feel there's a need for that kind of conscientious objection    to the momentum of the world.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dave:&lt;/b&gt; You almost achieve the Walden-like state Thoreau wrote about - that    degree of simplicity - but you've clearly made a conscious effort not    to assimilate yourself more thoroughly into Japanese culture.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iyer:&lt;/b&gt; It's a way of filtering. Because I speak only rudimentary Japanese,    I can't watch TV, I can't read the newspaper, I can't engage in chit chat.    Cut away all those externals and distractions.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-5004281709328633239?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/5004281709328633239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=5004281709328633239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/5004281709328633239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/5004281709328633239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-was-not-written-by-me.html' title='This was not written by me.'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-2144852856261502613</id><published>2008-01-06T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:41:50.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating with Some More Nihon-go Slang!</title><content type='html'>So it's the night before my first day back at work after more than two weeks off! So instead of finishing up those lesson plans or uploading Taiwan pics (which I will do- my New Year's res is to be more organized and make good on promises!), I'll provide ya'll with some more of that Japanese lingo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O-kashi&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-ka-shee&lt;/span&gt;): comedian - I think you say it sarcastically, like "Oh. Wow. You are SUCH an o-kaishi."&lt;edited&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onchi &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohn-chee&lt;/span&gt;): very bad at singing - A dude said this to me when I asked him if he liked karaoke! Usually used for singing, but you can say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compyuta Onchi&lt;/span&gt; to mean "technologically illiterate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hamapanai &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahm-puh-nye&lt;/span&gt;): according to Ryota, a bartender at one of the coolest bars in the Sheegs, it means "super wonderful" but some students I asked told me it was kind of lame. Probably used by the old folks, you know, like in their 20's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yabai&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yuh-bye&lt;/span&gt;): The students (11th grade students at a fellow JET's high school- which is a "Super English" school - this is the actual name for it! - which means her students are superb at English!) recommended this word instead for "super awesome." Apparently it can either mean when something is really bad OR really good, depending on how you say it. I think literally it means "dangerous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's all for now- I better save some for future posts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-2144852856261502613?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/2144852856261502613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=2144852856261502613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/2144852856261502613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/2144852856261502613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2008/01/procrastinating-with-some-more-nihon-go.html' title='Procrastinating with Some More Nihon-go Slang!'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-1769765404437085311</id><published>2007-12-19T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T07:51:28.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few hours away from the boba...</title><content type='html'>So I leave for Taiwan tomorrow and I won't be able to write for a couple weeks. I wanted to make sure to leave on a high note so, here's a short (but happy) post filled with random things that happened at school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;At our holiday Christmas party, one of the (really cool and about 50) English teachers came to take a picture of us and instead of asking us to say, "Cheese," he goes, "Everyone say, 'Where's the party?'" which was...unexpected. But awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was spacing out on the stairs coming home from my last day of work (for 2.5 weeks!) today and all of a sudden, I get a swift punch in my arm. And I'm sure it must be one of the other JETs- cos who else would do that? And it turns out to be one of my fave students- this kid is always smiling! I don't think I know what he looks like without a giant grin on his face! He's the same kid that when I dropped all my stuff at the end of class (I have this basket that I fill with all my class materials), he comes up to me and goes "Pam, I am sorry for you!" Fantastic!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the Christmas party, some of the girls were trying to explain the meaning of "betsu gara"- it's really hard to explain idioms! Apparently, it means something like "second stomach"- when you continue to eat, even though you're full, especially with dessert. (It kinda makes sense since "betsu-betsu" is what you say at a restaurant when you want to pay separately, not together. So it's like a "separate stomach."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In my Advanced Reading class, we're reading part of Fast Food Nation, and the teacher asked me what "taking drugs" meant exactly. He then begins to act out injecting, pill popping and smoking. Trying hard not to laugh, I explain that "taking" is vague and can mean pretty much any of uh...those things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Aight, better go to bed so I can wake up early and finish packing!! Hope you have a grrrrrrrreat Christmas/holiday and I will talk to you in the New Year! (New Year's resolution: pictures of my apartment, just for you Laks, Halloween pics for you, Kat and Christina, and bubble tea pics for EVERYONE!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-1769765404437085311?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/1769765404437085311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=1769765404437085311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/1769765404437085311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/1769765404437085311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-few-hours-away-from-boba.html' title='Just a few hours away from the boba...'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-4271605116393963670</id><published>2007-12-13T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:07:45.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Japan can be a little...scary.</title><content type='html'>So I was on my way home from dinner with Emi- we went to this AMAZING cafe called Spoon with the best tea and food and atmosphere and waitstaff...it reminded me so much of New York! They don't really do too many cafes here. Anyway,  we were talking about random stuff and she goes, "You know what? If the biggest problem in our lives is boy trouble, we are pretty darn lucky. We have enough money and friends and family that care about us and we get to have fun like tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ran through my mind later in the evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I had to transfer trains in one of the larger towns in Shiga. It was late and I managed to catch the last train- the 10:24, so I would be home at about 11:15 pm. The platform was pretty empty so I kinda spaced out as I listened to my headphones. The girl next to me suddenly jumps up and runs to the end of the platform, leaving her bag open next to me. I think that's weird, but I see the train coming so I figure she just really wants to get on it. She comes back to her seat and gets her bag and then walks towards the train, so I thought nothing of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the train stops in the middle of the platform and the doors won't open so people can't get off and on. Then, two station people come and start running up and down the train looking underneath it. I figure someone dropped their wallet or something...or maybe like a suitcase full of cash, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then a whole bunch of people come and they're kind of like freaking out and the people inside the train are looking pretty pissed that they can't get out. Mind you, lots of Japanese is being thrown about and I don't really understand it but I realise that someone is under the train. He's on the other side, so a bunch of cops and train station people and medics jump on the tracks. I hear this woman yell "What's your name?" Over and over and over again, like really loud. It was so weird. Then finally, she says "What-sensei?" or something like that- so you realise the guy's a teacher. Which is super scary. By this time there are a TON of people on the platform, mainly talking on cell phones and trying to see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so fast forward to about 1.5 hours later. I moved to a different part of the platform to get away from the scene, but as they take the guy away on a stretcher behind us, I can hear him coughing and groaning in pain. It's really scary. The police question the girl and I basically understand that she saw him throw his bag down, scream something, and then jump off the platform, hitting his head on something. I think. It's so weird that I had my headphones on, otherwise I would have heard/seen it too, since there were only three of us on the platform besides the guy. The weird thing is, the girl didn't freak out at all. I would have gone ballistic! And the other guy on the platform was eating a Mickey D's sundae like nothing happened. That's why I figured it must have been a dropped wallet or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suicides on the train happen often here. I've been here for four months and I've been on suicide-delayed trains at least four or five times. And that's only when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; actually been on the train! But it's always been something that seemed really far away that you can complain about- being there...was so weird. What could possibly make so many people want to do that? People work SOOO much here. You should see some of the people on trains in the weekday evenings, they look drunk, they're so tired. It's happened so often, they actually charge people's families for the cost of the delay (millions of yen, I'm sure) so as to deter jumpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up making it home a little after 2 am. It was a pretty surreal experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-4271605116393963670?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/4271605116393963670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=4271605116393963670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/4271605116393963670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/4271605116393963670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-japan-can-be-littlescary.html' title='Sometimes Japan can be a little...scary.'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-527192588449633340</id><published>2007-12-05T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T07:15:46.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a tribute...to Good Ole Red, White and Blue</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not getting patriotic. But I am thinking of our favorite old thrift store back in the Jerz. So Kat (and Tessy poo, if you're reading this and any other thrifty aficionados), here are some pics of a super cool thrift store in Kyoto. I wish I had taken more pictures- but as you can tell it was pretty kick-ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/R1a9PUeFSlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cHpW_NLBSIE/s1600-h/IMG_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/R1a9PUeFSlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cHpW_NLBSIE/s320/IMG_0882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140504095580572242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bathtub as planter? Ingenious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/R1a9QkeFSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/80FajkEb95I/s1600-h/IMG_0880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/R1a9QkeFSnI/AAAAAAAAACE/80FajkEb95I/s320/IMG_0880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140504117055408754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A bathtub as random pool of water with shizz in it? Who woulda thunk it!!!? This is (from L-R): Kaori who is super cool and moving to Vegas very soon, my ichidachi Emi about to wash her face in some murkiness, and Rie looking sex-ay in her boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is shop here, it's sick. The clothes here are awesome (I'm the 2nd largest size, woo hoo!) and you can get so many cool/cheap/random things for your apartment. e.g. Bathroom paraphernalia- my t.p. has a cute little bear cover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-527192588449633340?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/527192588449633340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=527192588449633340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/527192588449633340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/527192588449633340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-tributeto-good-ole-red-white.html' title='This is a tribute...to Good Ole Red, White and Blue'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/R1a9PUeFSlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cHpW_NLBSIE/s72-c/IMG_0882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-764759949183823904</id><published>2007-12-04T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T03:20:50.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Slang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So I know I haven't written in ages, I keep writing stuff in my head and taking pictures of "funny shizz" but I keep putting off actually getting it on here. I guess procrastination doesn't end with school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Anyway, I decided to break with the random stories to offer up some of the "Cool Japanese" as the BBC would call it (http://www.bbc.co.uk/languages/german/cool/index.shtml - This helped me garner some laughs in Berlin!). I have this notebook bought at the hyaku-en (aka the Dollar Store, if dollar stores kicked serious ass) that I keep words in cos they're so hard to remember! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;These are courtesy of Emi, my Nihon-jin BFF (see first or second post for a pic of her). I actually call her (and numerous others, ya'll know I'm a friend ho) "ichidachi," which is a shortened version of "ichiban tomodachi" (best friend).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Mata kita yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;mah-tuh kee-tuh yoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;): I'm back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yoku kimasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;yoh-koo kee-mahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;): I come here often. (Not used as a pickup line, I swear...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Furafura yoitsu bure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;foo-ra foo-ra yoy-tsoo boo-ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;): sloppy drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yoppairai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;yoh-pah-rye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;): drunk [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;yoppairai ojisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oh-jee-sahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;)= old drunk dude, according to Emi, "Occasionally, children yell it." Didn't ask any more about that.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Mata ne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;mah-tuh nay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;): See you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oyasumi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oh-yah-soo-mee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;): Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yamiteyo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;yah-mee-tay-YO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;): Stop it! [This gem I actually got from Naoya, but I use it often here and it gets people laughing like crazy] You can also say "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Dame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;!" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Dah-may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Subarashikatta desu yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; (s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oo-bah-ra-shee-kah-ta dess yoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;): You were awesome! [Said to punk band members after a good show. Or at least that's how I learned it. Got this one from another JET, Katie P.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Maji de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;mah-jee day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;): For real! [This is another great one- I've used it on my students and boy does it get their attention! One of my students kept speaking in Japanese during class, so I yelled "Maji de?" and he was so shocked, he started debating in perfect English. It was awesome.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Homa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ho-muh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;): Really! (or Really?) Sooooo used here- it's Kansai-ben (Kyoto/Osaka area dialect). In Tokyo dialect, they say "Honto ni"- but it's all about the Homa here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ehhhhhhh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;): Huh? and/or Whoa! Said pretty much constantly by our students- it's awesome and you need to hear it in person to truly understand the power that is the Japanese "Eh"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;That's all for this installment. Pictures, more slang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-764759949183823904?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/764759949183823904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=764759949183823904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/764759949183823904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/764759949183823904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2007/12/japanese-slang.html' title='Japanese Slang!'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-2287541875815779769</id><published>2007-10-26T01:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:24:27.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those crazy kids</title><content type='html'>The vice principal said, "Pam-chan, Ohayo" today! Which is very informal which means he clearly knows that he reminds me of my dad and has gladly taken that role upon himself. Awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to think of the funny things my kids have said this week...here are a couple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when each kid does a speech, the other kids have to write comments like "Nice clear voice" or "Thought-provoking" (I love when some of them write "heart-warming" or "influential" when some kid just talked about how he likes being in the table tennis club). Yesterday one kid wrote "Don't touch me!" I have to read them out loud so of course I start laughing when I have to say that one! Another kid wrote "So-and-so is so cute! I love her!" which luckily, was written by another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is an old one, but it makes me smile. I asked them to fill out sheets about themselves, like favorite movies and how many siblings they have, etc. And the last question is: Do you have anything else you would like to share? And one kid writes, "My lunch." Which I thought was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, off to dress up as Carmen Sandiego!!! (My sister thought I said "Carmen Miranda"- I haven't written her back yet, so right now she totally thinks I'm dressing up like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PAMELA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;http://www.hatsinthebelfry.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/glitter_carmen_full.jp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-2287541875815779769?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/2287541875815779769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=2287541875815779769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/2287541875815779769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/2287541875815779769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2007/10/those-crazy-kids.html' title='Those crazy kids'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-1696922383986142734</id><published>2007-10-25T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T03:24:52.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random photos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBo5iSErDI/AAAAAAAAABU/3XqDzY0lR28/s1600-h/IMG_0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBo5iSErDI/AAAAAAAAABU/3XqDzY0lR28/s320/IMG_0852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125211713612065842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, apparently some things in Japan are still a little gender-biased...and we womenfolk had to stand and watch while the mens pulled this giant floats for the Otsu (yes, el capital aka where Hiro Nakamura on Heroes is RIGHT NOW!) Matsuri (Festival)! However, as you can tell, we were having a pretty kickass time. From left to right: Megan (a JET from Cali), Rie (a very cool local, she works in tourism), Haruko (a JET from Virginny), Kaori (a crazy local who will soon be moving to Las Vegas- exciting but sad), and last but not least, my new BFF Emi (another local).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBo6CSErEI/AAAAAAAAABc/_cQ6alBvEMA/s1600-h/IMG_0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBo6CSErEI/AAAAAAAAABc/_cQ6alBvEMA/s320/IMG_0853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125211722202000450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, don't they look all tired and hung over? The pointer is John (JET from Britain, he has an awesomely hard to understand regional accent), the middle guy is Jon (JET from...Delaware? I think, he cheerleaded...or is it cheerLED?...in college so I love making him fun of him about it, though he could probably kick like anyone's ass), and the last dude is James (also a JET from England, but he has a posh accent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBo6iSErFI/AAAAAAAAABk/MKQHbI_0Ngk/s1600-h/IMG_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBo6iSErFI/AAAAAAAAABk/MKQHbI_0Ngk/s320/IMG_0857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125211730791935058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for their tiredness! What you can't see is the giant trunk of squid and beer at the back, which the men pillage every half hour or so. Yes- drinking heavily and consuming seafood while operating large floats...it makes sense, no? You can sort of see the cute little boys playing their instruments in the float- Megan and I kept trying to make them laugh, and we made one give a Mona Lisa smile- which was as good as gold to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBo6ySErGI/AAAAAAAAABs/pkhkX7RG-m4/s1600-h/IMG_0875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBo6ySErGI/AAAAAAAAABs/pkhkX7RG-m4/s320/IMG_0875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125211735086902370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my bulletin board before it become Halloween-ized! It's basically all about New Jersey and New York. The vice principal (who, by the way, totally looks like Japanese version of my dad! Sometimes I even feel like calling him that, but I think he'd be a little weirded out.) said he found it "enjoyable." Other reviews ranged from "Nice" to "Interesting" to "It blew my f*cking mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBkUCSErBI/AAAAAAAAABE/xWYMEXOqocY/s1600-h/IMG_0823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBkUCSErBI/AAAAAAAAABE/xWYMEXOqocY/s320/IMG_0823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125206671320460306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Azuchi! It's a small town in the south of Shiga with a lot of archaeological sites. A bunch of us went biking around the random fields checking out Azuchi Castle (be warned, there's nothing actually there- just a bunch of stones- the foundation- but an amazing view of the surrounding cities!). We also did a LOT of biking. I also got injured when my leg collided with someone else's pedal and I still have the bruise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBo5CSErCI/AAAAAAAAABM/yDeOG_CpkXE/s1600-h/IMG_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBo5CSErCI/AAAAAAAAABM/yDeOG_CpkXE/s320/IMG_0833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125211705022131234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are inside this crazy ancient hut thing. It apparently said you weren't supposed to go inside, but we're crazy gaijin (see Jamie's impression of "craziness") who don't know any better! By the way, this is Jamie, Jessie and Elisa. Elisa lives in Azuchi and did her degree in Japanese Archaelogy so she was all helpful and gave us a tour of her town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-1696922383986142734?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/1696922383986142734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=1696922383986142734' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/1696922383986142734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/1696922383986142734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-random-photos.html' title='Some random photos...'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RyBo5iSErDI/AAAAAAAAABU/3XqDzY0lR28/s72-c/IMG_0852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3091778686462429296.post-886234413554369520</id><published>2007-10-24T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:37:07.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama, Drama</title><content type='html'>Yeah, Lux, apparently my anger did not go unnoticed by my students... every person (i.e. you and two other JETs here) I've told that story can't imagine me being angry! But oh, I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was talking to some of my students today and they asked me straight out what I thought of the teacher that I got angry at and I was like uh...He's nice, he's nice, but... and they were like BUT! And we all just kind of laughed. Hopefully this will blow over soon- note to self: never display emotion again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was our English Club Halloween party! I dressed as Carmen and the students laughed, we played Halloween hangman, and then we ate large quantities of candy. There's this Japanese brand of candy where it's these little packets of chocolates in different shapes (like really tiny tic tac sized chocolates) and apparently everyone (i.e. a group of 15-17 year old girls) loves 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this yesterday and didn't post it cos I wanted to reply to all your posts, but I realised I can do that within the posts! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good cos I overhauled one of my first grade lessons (I mainly teach the first grade-aka 10th grade in the U.S.- and the second grade-aka 11th grade) to make it more clear and I think it went over really well! I was having trouble explaining the steps of a pair argument (we're doing  "Introduction to Debate" right now), so I made up all these magneted signs and put them together. It was time-consuming, but fun! And lucky too, cos today was the day (I had completely forgotten) when about 8 of the other teachers and the principal and vice principal came to observe my class. It was weird having them all in there, but apparently it went really well! And last week, the "head JET" (aka the returning JET who works in the Prefectural Board of Education Office) came to observe with the principal and vice principal and that close went well too. So despite the fact that I fall down in class (happened twice yesterday!), forget to mark things, and showed up (once) without a lesson plan, I don't completely suck as a teacher. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so psyched that you guys are actually wading through my endless sea of words. And that your (well at least Kat, Lakshmi, and Christina- Lux, you've been inspired us!) blogs have been updated too- lots of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's about 6:30 pm, so I'm gonna head to bed- this week has tuckered me out! And tomorrow is the big Halloween party- apparently it's like the craziest party in Shiga...I guess we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyasumi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-886234413554369520?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/886234413554369520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=886234413554369520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/886234413554369520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/886234413554369520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2007/10/drama-drama.html' title='Drama, Drama'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-1273756467158776606</id><published>2007-10-23T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:40:48.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oyasumi Nasai Indeed</title><content type='html'>Yay! It's so good to know that you guys are actually reading it- I look forward to reading your blogs too, so we can keep in touch with each other via my favorite method, internet stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not much today, school was a bit rough as my first new lessons (I do the same two lessons about 12 times apiece) didn't go as smoothly as I had hoped. The best is when I got angry with my supervisor, who kept going "But how?" when I asked the students to form groups. He wouldn't listen to my explanation, so finally I just started angrily moving desks (the kid whose desk I moved looked super shocked as he sat there deskless in his chair) into groups saying it wasn't that hard. But luckily the moment passed! I love my job- I'm in a great situation, smart students and super nice teachers, but sometimes I get really frustrated! Especially since I had worked really hard the past three days on those lessons! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, then after school, went shopping with Andrew the Brit-Australian and Elisa the multilingual Italian at Omi-Hachiman, which is about the closest to Paramus we've got in Northern Shiga! I got the rest of my Halloween costume (Carmen Sandiego- pics of course to be posted in a few days!) and we ate crazy amounts of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, we went to Baskin Robbins where they have the BEST ice cream flavor! It's called "Baseball Park" and it's caramel ice cream with chocolate covered pretzels, peanuts, and caramel popcorn. There might be other stuff too. I love it!!! Though I've convinced others to try it and one described it as "tasting like the bottom of a trash bag." Lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that saying "Oyasumi nasai" ("Good night") has a different meaning in Japan. So when I was saying what I thought was a simple "Good night" to the cashiers at Family Mart, there was a reason why they gave me weird looks! Apparently it's something you say to the rest of your family before all of you go to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what I should do as it's almost 2 am and I have to wake up in less than 4! Dang. Sorry this is so long- next time there will be more pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3091778686462429296-1273756467158776606?l=paminthepan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/feeds/1273756467158776606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3091778686462429296&amp;postID=1273756467158776606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/1273756467158776606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3091778686462429296/posts/default/1273756467158776606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paminthepan.blogspot.com/2007/10/oyasumi-nasai-indeed.html' title='Oyasumi Nasai Indeed'/><author><name>mapbackwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02718964464251330132</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-3091778686462429296.post-5237352891236201143</id><published>2007-10-22T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:00:39.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I figure I'll start from the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/Rxye0sDCwPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KfsjxZvZffY/s1600-h/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey, so this is my first post. I'm a little rusty at this whole blog thing, because I haven't had a blog since, well... ever. Therefore, it might suck at first, but I'll try to make it better! I figure I'll just post a bunch of random pictures and let them speak for themselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/Rxye0sDCwPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KfsjxZvZffY/s1600-h/IMG_0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/Rxye0sDCwPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KfsjxZvZffY/s320/IMG_0612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124145104055091442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my bike- I didn't really know how to ride before (never rode outside of a park before!) so I spent the first couple of weeks teaching myself in the park nearby my apartment. I fell into the bushes on my first try, but luckily there was an elderly woman zooming by on her bike and a fashionable young couple to offer a helping hand by openly laughing. Oh what a silly foreigner I am! But now I can ride on the street- yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RxyhkMDCwQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FJUCNC_bX6g/s1600-h/IMG_0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RxyhkMDCwQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FJUCNC_bX6g/s320/IMG_0614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124148119122133250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from the park- check that out, it's Lake Biwa! aka the Mother Lake, the biggest body of water within Japan! Hence, Shiga, my prefecture is nicknamed the "Bellybutton of Japan." And so it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RxyqCcDCwVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wsJbmij6nJA/s1600-h/IMG_0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RxyqCcDCwVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wsJbmij6nJA/s320/IMG_0646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124157434906198354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karaoke in Maibara! Not sure if you can tell but those are red velvet walls baby! This is pretty much the coolest karaoke bar ever- it's some guys converted garage out in the middle of a rice paddy. The decorations are amazing and each song is only 100 yen! (Less than a buck- it's about 115 yen to the dollar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RxyhksDCwRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ug_MMfMVrek/s1600-h/IMG_0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RxyhksDCwRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ug_MMfMVrek/s320/IMG_0581.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124148127712067858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RxyhlsDCwUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CMSWGCQXa6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RxyhlsDCwUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/CMSWGCQXa6Q/s320/IMG_0584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124148144891937090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a bit of bowling in Minami Hikone (South Hikone) at a wonderful shopping center called "Viva City." However, it is generally pronounced "Viva Shitty" which is sad, since it's got so much to offer! On the left is our scoreboard- all our names are written in hiragana! I'm first (Pamera), then it's Nikoru (Nicole), Tara (Tara), Andoru (Andrew), and Kurisu Tofu (Chris Tofu)! Tara shows off her pair (of bowling balls) while Andrew tries to look away. Both are from London, but Andrew pretends that he's actually from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/Rxyhk8DCwSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Pl2taT0sg3U/s1600-h/IMG_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/Rxyhk8DCwSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Pl2taT0sg3U/s320/IMG_0626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124148132007035170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RxyhlcDCwTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ndjs6f6OX9U/s1600-h/IMG_0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKu17ewGo7I/RxyhlcDCwTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ndjs6f6OX9U/s320/IMG_0634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124148140596969778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my high school! Apparently I'm not supposed to say the name of my school, but here it is- isn't it pretty!? Check out that garden! Wait til you see the "water fountain"- it's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the right, it's what I pass by on my 20 minute walk from the train station to school- that would be a rice paddy, yessiree! It's actually quite pretty-I still can't get over all the open sky and the mountains in the not too far distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics to come soon- but hey, it's a start, right? 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