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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/4339473265898096880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4339473265898096880' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/RjnWqBvMUvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/jAXvEydCxyM/s72-c/P1010023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-2805746477264457401</id><published>2007-05-03T21:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:28:55.722+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Construction at Nami No Ue</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'> test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/504689923526400425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/504689923526400425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#504689923526400425' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/RjdflhvMUfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-w0ZYy9c9Ug/s72-c/P1010023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115682058732317661</id><published>2006-08-29T12:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T12:03:07.346+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just had the strangest sex this morning.  It was so different than "the usual"... everything had like five times more meaning... more passion... it was like all the tension exploded in one act.  And I feel so much better!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115682058732317661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115682058732317661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115682058732317661' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115673384875437549</id><published>2006-08-28T11:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:59:36.156+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a strange dream this morning... two to be exact:1. my girlfriend passed away and i woke up in shock and in tears2. my girlfriend vanished from my life and I went crazy looking for herIs this some kind of premonition?I've completely lost interest in porn. It's been ... two weeks (!!!) since I last jacked off... and I thought it would be a good way to relax this morning. But... can you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115673384875437549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115673384875437549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115673384875437549' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115666519948083234</id><published>2006-08-27T16:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T00:53:20.726+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's begun.I just came back from an unforgettable day - a day that brought back so many memories of being young and in love again. And now there's no doubt in my mind: the girl likes me. I can't explain exactly how I know. But I know - just like how I knew my current gf liked me before she admitted it. You get the vibe from the body language, the "oh you naughty boy" slap on the hands, the way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115666519948083234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115666519948083234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115666519948083234' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115663934322074067</id><published>2006-08-27T09:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T09:46:32.776+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning feeling this slight ache in the chest. Only a couple of hours before I see her again... yet... something doesn't feel right.Feeling groggy, I fire up the mp3s and all of a sudden Utada Hikaru's Deep River comes on. I almost broke into tears from the emotional afurueru (overflow), no small thanks to my recent emotional sensitivity. This is the song that always reminds me so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115663934322074067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115663934322074067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115663934322074067' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115659489384200579</id><published>2006-08-26T20:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:45:58.770+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Love and Limerence</title><summary type='text'>Today, before my JTA lesson, I visited one of my students at the airport. She's a part-time worker at a bakery shop. She looked so happy so see me and gave me a full bag of free pastry. She's really cute, yet the full bag could not have meant much because I practically gave it all to my gf and her family. Had this bag been from "her", I would have slowly savored each individual piece like it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115659489384200579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115659489384200579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115659489384200579' title='Of Love and Limerence'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115651224761175358</id><published>2006-08-25T22:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:24:07.690+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally.. some relief.After a wonderful afternoon with my gf at a seaside cafe and some hot sweaty sex afterwards... I feel a lot more normal.  I don't think I've completely undone the effects of the limerent reaction... but it's far less intense than it was this morning.  It's probably somewhere around last Sunday... which is a lot more manageable.Something that I find disturbing is that my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115651224761175358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115651224761175358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115651224761175358' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115648238648249631</id><published>2006-08-25T13:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:09:02.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Limerence Day #5</title><summary type='text'>I had another dream about her last night... which pretty much brings the "limerence level" to even higher peaks. In fact, this morning, I could not get back to sleep after I woke up at 9:00am... because my head was literally swarming with thoughts of how to get in touch with her, even though I keep telling myself to just keep cool.The owner calls me at 10:30am and tells me I have to fill in for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115648238648249631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115648238648249631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115648238648249631' title='Limerence Day #5'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115643044692656585</id><published>2006-08-24T23:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T00:16:19.046+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Limerence Day #4</title><summary type='text'>It's getting worse. Today after class I caught myself checking the parking lot "just in case" she would somehow... magically be waiting there, even though she explicitly said yesterday she wouldn't be able to come for the rest of the week. There is no logic in romance - just fantasies and impulses.I can't believe how quickly she turned from "just another girl out of 40" to practically everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115643044692656585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115643044692656585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115643044692656585' title='Limerence Day #4'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115636620709542962</id><published>2006-08-24T05:40:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T06:15:04.880+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The best article of Wikipedia</title><summary type='text'>LimerenceWoke up at 5:30am just now with a pounding headache. Colds suck. The good side is, I just found the best article on the web, bar none, that will explain romantic infatuation to a newfound level of precision. It gives it a rather cold, honest scientific view which I found extremely appealing - and even gives it a new term: "Limerence." In any case it's far better than any of those "Doc </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115636620709542962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115636620709542962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115636620709542962' title='The best article of Wikipedia'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115616966881257224</id><published>2006-08-21T22:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:21:22.296+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in love. And I really mean it.Well, what else could I expect? I mean, you throw like 40 random young Japanese girls at me week after week, and it's just statistically bound to happen sooner or later. Even though I consciously tried to avoid any "extra-curricular" contact with any of my students - it still happened.You could say that I always had "some" feelings for a few of my students from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115616966881257224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115616966881257224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115616966881257224' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115608203528344700</id><published>2006-08-20T22:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:53:55.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never knew you could experience China's net censorship first hand... try this simple experiment:Search google.com for "tiananmen square" (results link for lazy asses)Search google.cn for  "天安門" (results link for lazy asses)Whoh...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115608203528344700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115608203528344700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115608203528344700' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115605837232428721</id><published>2006-08-20T16:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T16:23:18.546+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even though the last video I posted (Clell Tickle: Indie Marketing Guru) was very funny, I also thought it was very thought-provoking, because it exaggerates something that many people are doing nowadays: viral marketing through various avenues on the Internet like blogging and youtube.This reminded me of a term I heard about sometime ago: meme. If you are not familiar with the term (as I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115605837232428721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115605837232428721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115605837232428721' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115595082506113387</id><published>2006-08-19T10:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:27:37.293+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Clell Tickle: Indie Marketing Guru</title><summary type='text'>Pretty funny shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115595082506113387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115595082506113387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115595082506113387' title='Clell Tickle: Indie Marketing Guru'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115591289093641715</id><published>2006-08-18T23:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:57:04.863+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted</title><summary type='text'>It's Friday night and I'm tired as hell.I originally planned to go to Bikkuri Donkey in Shintoshi for dinner. At least, that's what I thought on Thursday night, gleefully anticipating the weekend when I finally have nothing to do the whole day. But I had to fill in for two extra classes today (another teacher's wife got pregnant), and after the kids class at 5pm, I was just too tired to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115591289093641715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115591289093641715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115591289093641715' title='Exhausted'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115562826506924279</id><published>2006-08-15T16:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:05:26.016+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tab of the Day: 1979 by Smashing Pumpkins Introeb----------------------------------------------Bb----------------------------------------------Gb-88888/9/4444444------------------------------Db-xxxxx-x-xxxxxxx-6b-6-4-2-4-6-999------------- x5Ab-66666/7/2222222-0--0-0-0-0-0-000-------------Eb-000000000000000------------------------------Mild gain/overdrive with delayI wouldn't bother tuning down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115562826506924279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115562826506924279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115562826506924279' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115556757044501606</id><published>2006-08-14T23:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:06:07.120+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tab of the day: Time is Running Out by MuseBassG------------------------------------------------D------------------------------------------------A-0--0--3--0--0--3--3--0--2--2--0--2--2--5--6--7-E------------------------------------------------G------------------------------------------------D------------------------------------------------A-------7--------7--7-----------3--------5--5----E-0--0---</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115556757044501606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115556757044501606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115556757044501606' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115546656074695698</id><published>2006-08-13T19:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T19:56:00.773+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreverness</title><summary type='text'>Saturday 3pm: I was driving alone through Tomishiro's local roads on a hot sunny day, the skies deep and blue - when all of a sudden I realized there were no cars around me. You couldn't hear a damn thing except for the chirping of cicadas and the revving of my own car. At this point I felt something very strange... a profound moment of sorts that lasted only a few seconds but almost took my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115546656074695698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115546656074695698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115546656074695698' title='Foreverness'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115522768393423537</id><published>2006-08-11T01:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:34:43.986+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to admit that my blogging muse has pretty much gone down the toilet.  It's not that I have nothing to say... I probably have more to say than ever before, it's that all my energy is pretty much sapped up by teaching.  Believe it or not I have to use Google Calendar now or else I'll lose track of my life.  There's regular adult lessons, trial lessons, kids lessons, one-on-one lessons, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115522768393423537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115522768393423537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115522768393423537' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115496184430182254</id><published>2006-08-07T23:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T23:47:27.240+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the timespan of just ten minutes... from about 7:10 to 7:20, the sky at Senaga-jima changed from this...to this...It's freaky how the cell phone colors the picture in its own way. But yeah... it was as beautiful as you can imagine it. Every time I stare out into the ocean, I feel like I am so small, and all of my troubles and my worries implode into nothingness.Today, I was invited by three of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115496184430182254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115496184430182254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115496184430182254' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115480080478651600</id><published>2006-08-06T02:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T03:00:04.820+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is so freaky, yet I couldn't help but staring at it for a good 30 minutes.  Unbelievable what physics equations can accomplish realtimehttp://www.addictinggames.com/bonelessgirl.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115480080478651600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115480080478651600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115480080478651600' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115476077670845335</id><published>2006-08-05T15:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:52:56.746+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoh, I didn't realize I took such a freaky picture of the Okinawa Sky.  It really is incredible how many various patterns you can see here....in Taipei it seemed like everyday was the same: gray, overcast skies. So many new girls... and yet nothing feels quite as safe, comfortable, and relaxing as my girlfriend.  I have no doubt that the human psyche is distinctly divided into two portions, like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115476077670845335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115476077670845335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115476077670845335' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115453780435862655</id><published>2006-08-03T01:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:57:32.726+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just compiled a student list of the two classes (beginner and intermediate) that I teach, and I came up with the following numbersBeginner Class (18 students)% that are female (16): 89%% of these females that are young (12) = 75%% of these young girs that are hot (3) = 25%Advanced Class (12 students)% that are female (10) = 83%% of these females that are young (9) = 90%% of these young females </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115453780435862655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115453780435862655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115453780435862655' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115444331334463094</id><published>2006-08-01T23:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:41:53.380+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playing Collective Soul - World that I know (old song!) on my MicroCube while listening to the actual track on headphones.....ORGASMIC.I love the guitar.. period.  It is less intellectual and far more "animalistic" than the piano.  Like tonight... after a long day at work, I come home and play some guitar... on the recent "Riff list"U2 - Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill MeSheryl Crow - My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115444331334463094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115444331334463094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115444331334463094' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115435563656933225</id><published>2006-07-31T22:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:27:27.296+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I had my first "real" adult class, two of them, to be exact, and it was a lot more fun than I expected. The first class (beginner) didnt' go as smoothly as I had hoped, but that was to be expected since it was the first time teaching that many people at once (6) - still, one student said that she had a great time after the lesson, even though I didn't feel the same. I also have to blame the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115435563656933225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115435563656933225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115435563656933225' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115427932036305173</id><published>2006-07-31T01:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:14:04.596+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh... I'm not sure if buying guitar stuff has turned into a little obsession or something. Anyways, the other day I stopped by Takara records in Kokusai Street (the biggest music store in Okinawa) and I saw this neat little guitar amp called "MicroCube" made by Roland. It was real tiny, only slightly bigger than a car battery. It seemed to be one of those "all in one jobs"... six different amp </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115427932036305173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115427932036305173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115427932036305173' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115399905063755935</id><published>2006-07-27T20:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T20:17:30.683+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just had a lesson with another beautiful Okinawan girl, and I realized that it's just hopeless trying to treat all women fairly.  It seems to run counter to my natural instincts - like telling a straight guy to masturbate to gay porn or vice versa.  When my student is beautiful (and I don't just mean looks, but personality and enthusiasm as well) my motivation and enthusiasm jump 327% and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115399905063755935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115399905063755935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115399905063755935' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115380249996895982</id><published>2006-07-25T13:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:41:40.036+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoh.One of my favorite porn stars, Hotaru Akane, is right here in Okinawa!  At least that's according to her blog.  Man, this could be a golden opportunity to see a porn star in person!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115380249996895982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115380249996895982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115380249996895982' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115366770067142916</id><published>2006-07-23T23:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:18:39.523+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Kumejima (久米島)</title><summary type='text'>Today I went to Kumejima, one of Okinawa's offshore islands. If Okinawa is like in the middle of nowhere, well, Kumjima is in the middle of nowhere, squared. Once we left the airport, there was practically no trace of any kind of modern civilization. No McDonalds, no Family Mart, no Mister Donuts... nothing... except acres and acres of farmland.Of course, when a place such as this has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115366770067142916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115366770067142916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115366770067142916' title='Trip to Kumejima (久米島)'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115354815981379264</id><published>2006-07-22T15:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:04:02.576+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I never knew teaching could be this good....</title><summary type='text'>This past week I’ve been seeing tons of young girls - probably more than all of 2005 combined.If you remember, I’ve been teaching English here in Okinawa for a couple of months now. At first it was just little kids but now we’re getting a lot of young adults - specifically young girls. It’s all because the owner made a power move by offering a night class program at an unbelievably low price, as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115354815981379264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115354815981379264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115354815981379264' title='I never knew teaching could be this good....'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115341485017824488</id><published>2006-07-21T01:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T02:02:14.176+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL, I just found out who the guy behind that hilarious Onyxia Wipe Animation is. His online name is Dives - he's Finnish, served in the military before, and had a violent childhood... LOL. He's the guild leader of Wipe Club - funny name, and rather appropriate, I might add.They interviewed him and you can read about it here:Interview with DivesIf you missed the video (it's embedded below), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115341485017824488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115341485017824488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115341485017824488' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115341188307748656</id><published>2006-07-21T00:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:15:53.416+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today, I purchased my first guitar effects pedal from the 2nd hand superstore:I almost feel like a sinner buying something like this because I have said a few times that I hate distortion guitars and I hate power chords... yet I have to admit that power chords form almost the bulk of all modern rock n' roll... if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.At first when I plugged this into my guitar I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115341188307748656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115341188307748656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115341188307748656' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115315559531359385</id><published>2006-07-18T01:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:59:55.340+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately only WoW addicts (or ex-addicts) will understand this video, but if you do it's downright hilarious!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115315559531359385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115315559531359385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115315559531359385' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115303794725870657</id><published>2006-07-16T16:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T17:19:07.286+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's picture time!Beautiful ocean view The cell phone cam doesn't really communicate how blue the ocean was today.  It was so unreal - the kind of blue you only find in travel magazines.  The view would have been a lot more enjoyable if it weren't a sweltering 32 degrees.My girlfriend at her high school, Koyo HS.Kinda weird how a high school has their own professionally designed logo.  They were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115303794725870657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115303794725870657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115303794725870657' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115280922347957749</id><published>2006-07-14T01:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:47:04.550+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just as I was about to reach for my toothbrush tonight, I saw a huge motherfucking cockaroach lounging over all my toiletries.  I was so distrurbed by this image that I screamed "gokiburi" and ran away like a little girl.I'm pretty sure I have some kind of "large insect" phobia.  I remember when I was still in high school, I saw this huge millipede crawling on the wall and I ran upstairs to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115280922347957749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115280922347957749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115280922347957749' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115263003057755535</id><published>2006-07-11T23:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:16:34.663+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse == Gwen Stefani???</title><summary type='text'>I just saw this really cool trick on a Japanese TV show "Trivia no Izumi" - they take a song by Hitoto You (a girl), lower the pitch to 80%, and magically it sounds completely like another artist... Hirai Ken. Here's the video.I tried fooling around with some songs that I had and we discovered a shocking result: if you raise Muse vocalist Matthew Bellamy's voice by 120%, he sounds just like Gwen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115263003057755535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115263003057755535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115263003057755535' title='Muse == Gwen Stefani???'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115251394861095864</id><published>2006-07-10T15:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:45:48.640+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Disastrous Defeat</title><summary type='text'>France 4 - 6 Italy  (PSO, 1-1 a.e.t)France did not deserve to win this one. They completely weaseled a phantom penalty in the 7th minute, which Zidane barely converted off a cheeky chip (one inch higher and that would not have gone in). At that point I thought... that's it... that's the only chance France have of winning... it to protect this one goal lead, like they did against Portugal and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115251394861095864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115251394861095864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115251394861095864' title='Disastrous Defeat'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115246304449406602</id><published>2006-07-10T01:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:37:24.526+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, that I could miss out on a band like MUSE just shows how ignorant of the music scene I've been.... that or I just don't have any good chances to listen to radio stations anymore.I caught their latest single on MTV - "Supermassive Black Hole". I thought it was pretty interesting but a little too creepy - not to Marilyn Manson proportions but almost there. Then straight after I heard an old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115246304449406602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115246304449406602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115246304449406602' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115242905241458033</id><published>2006-07-09T16:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:12:16.716+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Some interesting World Cup Data from the local paper</title><summary type='text'>Worst 5 divers (avg. dives/game) 1. Cote D'Ivoire (5.7)2. Italy (5.3)3. Mexico (5.0)4. Holland (4.8)5. Paraguay (4.7).....24. France (2.3)30. Brazil (1.6) Worst 5 injury fakers (avg. fakes/game) 1. Paraguay (4.0)2. Italy (1.8)3. Argentina (1.8)4. Iran (1.7)5. Cote D'Ivoire (1.7).....19. Brazil (0.6)26. France (0.3) Worst 5 non-patriots (avg. # of players that don't sing along to the national </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115242905241458033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115242905241458033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115242905241458033' title='Some interesting World Cup Data from the local paper'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115218235079627936</id><published>2006-07-06T19:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:04:40.666+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>France advance to the World Cup Finals! France 1 - 0 PortugalIncroyable... simplement incroyable. It's almost like a dream that the French have reached the Finals. Nobody thought it was possible, andthe odds for France winning it all before the Knockout Rounds was an astonishing 12 to 1.France got knocked out of the last World Cup without even scoring a goal. They couldn't even get past the group</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115218235079627936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115218235079627936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115218235079627936' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115216586637549013</id><published>2006-07-06T14:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:10:13.740+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been playing this game called Titan Quest for the PC recently. It's a complete carbon copy of Diablo II, except it takes place in Greece, Egypt, and China. This game is a total Blizzard rip-off: Tier-colored loots, skill trees, WoW quest system with the Golden Exclamation Mark (!). If Blizzard wasn't so rich I'm sure they could sue Ironlore for ... something. Still, if you're a sucker for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115216586637549013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115216586637549013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115216586637549013' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115211836698826478</id><published>2006-07-06T01:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T01:52:47.070+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG it's a bit gross but I thought this was just so f*cking hilarious</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115211836698826478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115211836698826478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115211836698826478' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115194724052500189</id><published>2006-07-04T02:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T02:20:40.566+09:00</updated><title type='text'>OTOKO HAZARD</title><summary type='text'>OMG, if you've played Resident Evil, you'll know what's so damn funny about this one:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115194724052500189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115194724052500189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115194724052500189' title='OTOKO HAZARD'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115184892481398392</id><published>2006-07-02T22:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:02:05.206+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Offloading cell phone pics</title><summary type='text'>These are scenic shots of the beautiful sky in Okinawa. Ever since the rain season ended the sky has been so perfectly blue, with some absolutely beautiful clouds layered on top. Sometimes, looking at the sky gives me such a timeless feeling and I lose a sense of being myself. It sounds surreal but when and if you stare deep into a perfectly blue sky I think you will understand as well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115184892481398392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115184892481398392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115184892481398392' title='Offloading cell phone pics'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115181336509934576</id><published>2006-07-02T12:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:24:45.256+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Je t'adore, Henry!France 1 - 0 BrazilVive la France!I'm still in shock and disbelief that France was able to pull this one off. They have gone farther in this World Cup than anyone has expected. Brazil, once again, has been defeated by France off poorly defended set pieces. France, once again, has managed to play superb defense and completely disrupt the rythym of the Samba attack. Brazil had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115181336509934576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115181336509934576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115181336509934576' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115177734052181787</id><published>2006-07-02T02:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T03:12:14.663+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Portugal 3 - 1 England (PSO)Gotta make this brief because I gotta get up early tomorrow to watch the France v. Brazil rerun. I'm very happy that Portugal won... not that I dislike England, but they play really, really, boring soccer. This match lulled me to sleep when England lost Rooney and started packing the box with everybody but Crouch.Portguese keeper Ricardo was a total surprise. He saved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115177734052181787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115177734052181787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115177734052181787' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115172585384897205</id><published>2006-07-01T12:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:58:22.526+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, it looks like Argentinians are pretty sore losers. Here's a Reuters article about the post-match incident. If you're too lazy to read it, here's pretty much what transpired:Argentina was yelling shit at the Germans in the PK warm-up phase, in a cheap attempt to try to throw their concentration offAfter Argentina missed their last decisive penalty kick, German midfielder Borowski did the "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115172585384897205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115172585384897205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115172585384897205' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115169203651263966</id><published>2006-07-01T03:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T03:32:21.283+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Germany 4 - 2 Argentina (PSO)I have to admit that I almost fell asleep during this match, due to the fact that I initially didn't care who would win. I knew very few players on each squad, with the exception of Lehmann (Arsenal), Riquelme (Villareal), Messi (Barca) and maybe Ballack (B.Munich). Of course, being an Arsenal fan I know Lehmann very well, and I won't ever forget his heart-stopping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115169203651263966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115169203651263966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115169203651263966' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115155249540649174</id><published>2006-06-29T11:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:50:46.276+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HENRY - "I don't cheat"    PUYOL - "He tricked the referee!"Perhaps there is more to the Henry simulation than meets the eye. Going back to the Champions League final this year (where Arsenal lost 2-1 to Barcelona): Henry was very upset at being kicked and roughed up by Puyol - and getting no calls from the ref. He was quoted as saying:"Next time I'll learn to dive, maybe, but I'm not a woman" - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115155249540649174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115155249540649174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115155249540649174' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115154758180549990</id><published>2006-06-29T11:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:19:41.836+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is one f*cking hilarious video:Watch carefully as Ruud van Nistelrooy misses a penalty, gets laughed at by an Andorra player (00:12), and then when he scores later... well... pay attention to how he celebrates. "ohohohohohohho" ....  pwnage!I never liked Ruud very much but I always have a thing for immature comebacks... so f*cking hilarious.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115154758180549990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115154758180549990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115154758180549990' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115150096275572699</id><published>2006-06-28T21:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:22:07.776+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VIVE LA F*CKING FRANCEFrance 3 - 1 SpainParlez-vous Francais? Parlez-vous Francais? Hahah, oui, je parle le francais, merci boocoo. What a magnifique match. It's the kind that makes me want to dig out my French-English dictionary and study Francais all night. Oh wait, I don't have a French-English dictionary. Wahaha.Sorry, I'm just so exhilirated to see les Bleus beat down the Spaniards 3-1. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115150096275572699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115150096275572699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115150096275572699' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115142896417662211</id><published>2006-06-28T02:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T02:51:38.933+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG I just found my identical twin!!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115142896417662211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115142896417662211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115142896417662211' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115133634597170050</id><published>2006-06-27T00:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:09:41.256+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Portugal 1 - 0 HollandThis was the best match of the WC2006 so far, not because it was actually good soccer, but because both teams were out to kill each other. It all started with a blatant assault on Portugese star Cristiano Ronaldo, in the 10th minute, which left him in serious painI mean this wasn't just accidental... on the replay, it looked like the Dutch defender Bouhravoz (or whatever his</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115133634597170050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115133634597170050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115133634597170050' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115125103780954652</id><published>2006-06-26T00:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:02:59.820+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woke up at 9:30am this morning, guzzled some canned coffee and then headed straight to Ameku Shinotshi to give the trial lesson. I met up with Nakamatsu-san (English Garden manager) and we went to this strange looking office of sorts. I gave a rather adlib lesson to four guys in their 20's... it went really well according to Nakamatsu-san.There was this really hot Japanese chick, Mika Kitajima </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115125103780954652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115125103780954652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115125103780954652' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115107381274299329</id><published>2006-06-23T23:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:52:04.376+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm having so much fun with the electric guitar it's almost criminal. After switching from the classical, I feel like I've gained a quantum leap in playing ability. Chord changes are smoother and quicker, upstrokes feel natural and I can get a nice rythym strum going in no time. Most importantly, I can play barre chords anywhere and they come out &gt;80% clean (with minor occasional buzzing).You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115107381274299329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115107381274299329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115107381274299329' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115095254908843822</id><published>2006-06-22T13:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:02:29.160+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, after work, I decided to stop buy the second hand superstore in Oroku. To my surprise I found a couple of crusty amps that were selling for only 1500 yen that weren't there a couple of weeks ago. It then crossed my mind that I could probably get a working guitar and amp right now, with the money I had in my wallet. I could be jamming on a real electric guitar at home in just 30 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115095254908843822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115095254908843822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115095254908843822' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115081082137320563</id><published>2006-06-20T21:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:08:34.693+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't have much to say today, so I'll just put up a bunch of picturesKariyushi. This is a quaint farmer's market of sorts that sells tons of vegetables and fruits at unbelievably low prices. Since my interest in vegetables and fruits hovers around zero, I'm usually bored out of my mind whenever we have to come here.This is a really weird fish store located at O-jima (in southern Okinawa). Nobody </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115081082137320563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115081082137320563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115081082137320563' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115069553916089246</id><published>2006-06-19T14:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:38:59.196+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>France 1 - 1 S. KoreaFrance is so disappointing. Even though they were robbed of a legitimate goal in the 1st half from the Vieira header (the ball clearly crossed the line), they should've have to be clinging to such marginal differences for victories. For christ sakes, they have so many world class players on the team -Henry, Trezuguet, Zidane, Gallas, Makelele - world class players who are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115069553916089246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115069553916089246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115069553916089246' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115064717882787681</id><published>2006-06-19T00:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:31:13.716+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's picture time baby!Ahh yes, the view from Hyper Hotel. This overlooks the Oroku region and the monorail. I drive this route almost every day... either to go to work or to take my gf to Senaga island to chill out.One nice thing about having 600 people come to a funeral: the condolensce money. We spent nearly five hours last night opening up boxes of envelopes filled with 1000, 2000, 5000, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115064717882787681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115064717882787681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115064717882787681' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115056478095776500</id><published>2006-06-18T02:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:19:40.980+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just some links for today:Robot DanceThis is just one sick dance video.  You gotta hand it to the Koreans, they are just as world class as the Japanese...Weasel Wordshttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:Avoid_weasel_wordsSome people say that using weasel words is one of the greatest sins of English writing.  LOL.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115056478095776500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115056478095776500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115056478095776500' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115046701386590876</id><published>2006-06-16T22:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:15:04.730+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After the first funeral service in the morning, I attended a second funeral service at around 3:30pm in the afternoon. This one was conducted at a funeral hall and basically anyone who had any kind of connection with the deceased is allowed to come - colleagues, friends, friends of friends... anybody. In the case of my gf's dad, that's about 600 people - three times the regular turnout. It was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115046701386590876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115046701386590876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115046701386590876' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115043865464827277</id><published>2006-06-16T14:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:20:13.570+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I recently uploaded a few albums on to Picasa Web:http://picasaweb.google.com/linterrySo far I've only put up my gf's Cheuch studio pictures so that random visitors think I'm a bastard for having such a hot gf (the truth is that she doesn't look anything like that in real life, but it's nice to know that she has the potential). I also put up our trip to Alishan four years ago cause I think we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115043865464827277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115043865464827277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115043865464827277' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115038791447826692</id><published>2006-06-16T00:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:29:29.376+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just returned from paying my respects to my gf's father. And I stared at his lifeless body for a good ten seconds.It was surreal. It's one thing to be told that someone passed away, it's a whole other thing to see the actual corpse. It's only then that it really hits home... he's gone... forever, and even though he looks like he's just sleeping, even though it's the same face, same body.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115038791447826692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115038791447826692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115038791447826692' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115036736852252150</id><published>2006-06-15T17:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:29:28.746+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, my girlfriend's father passed away.At about 2am, I hear the phone ringing downstairs.  Someone picks up right away, and within moments both Rino and Yuri are awake, getting ready to head towards the hospital with their mom.  I knew immediately that something wasn't right. At about 4am, my girlfriend comes back, visibly tired, and tells me that her father has passed away.  Her father </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115036736852252150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115036736852252150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115036736852252150' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115022390278766187</id><published>2006-06-14T03:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:58:09.063+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>France 0-0 SwitzerlandSo I stay up until 3am to watch Les Bleus first match, and it was pretty disappointing. I absolutely hate 0-0 draws... it's like getting a striptease for 90 minutes but then the girl just walks out the door, leaving you with a big hard-on but nowhere to release. WTF. Then again, it looks like these two teams had a recent history of goalless or 1-1 draws during the qualifiers</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115022390278766187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115022390278766187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115022390278766187' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-115020947637097524</id><published>2006-06-13T22:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:37:57.180+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes when I look at my gf's father, lying in bed, I start to think.. is this also how I'm going to meet my end? Lying crippled in bed like a vegetable, wearing diapers, having a nurse rake out my own feces with a finger, having to be tied up like Hannibal Lector because I keep pulling out the IV needles... not to mention muscle atrophy and skin lesions from lying in the same bed for hundreds</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115020947637097524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/115020947637097524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115020947637097524' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114992316314231449</id><published>2006-06-10T15:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T16:08:48.173+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's raining like hell today, almost to typhoon proportions. I don't think I've seen a clear day for about two weeks now. I was contemplating on going ice skating this weekend but I'm having second thoughts since there's a flu epidemic right now and last time I went, I got really sick.Here is my gf giving the sitrep to her two younger sisters at the hospital. From L-R: Yuri (19), Rino (24), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114992316314231449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114992316314231449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114992316314231449' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114987251003786447</id><published>2006-06-10T00:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:05:22.943+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The World Cup 2006 has officially begun! NHK will cover all 64 matches in hi-definition. Now if only there were English commentary....Djibril Cisse suffered a broken leg in a warm-up match against China.It's unfortunate news for les Bleus but thankfully it was Cisse and not Henry. I watched Cisse in a few Liverpool matches and he really wasn't impressive at all. I hope David Trezuguet starts with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114987251003786447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114987251003786447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114987251003786447' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114953058675864086</id><published>2006-06-06T02:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:35:19.516+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been raining endlessly over the last few weeks - they call it the tsuyu season here in Japan.Recently I've been chauffering a lot of people to and from the hospital. My gf's dad's condition has gotten so bad to the point where he can't even stand up, feed himself, or go to the toilet by himself. On top of that he suffers from acute pain so intense that he needs to be injected with morphine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114953058675864086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114953058675864086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114953058675864086' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114933206519673547</id><published>2006-06-03T19:06:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:17:46.903+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cell phone pics started accumulating so I'm gonna offload them...Trip to Ryukyuu University (or Ryu-dai as it's known to locals)About a week ago my gf and I headed to her old university to put up some ads for English tutoring. I always love going to universities... mostly for the "I wonder what it would have been like if I went to school here" feeling. Ryu-dai is a nice school - peaceful, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114933206519673547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114933206519673547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114933206519673547' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114925085477240695</id><published>2006-06-02T20:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:07:46.220+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to Mimi</title><summary type='text'>On June 1st, 2006, our beloved cat Mimi passed awayI know a lot of people who know me have seen this fat dude at least once... he wasn't the nicest cat in the world, but I'm sure he provided you with a lot of laughs and made for a great conversation topic everytime guests came over. I guess the news hasn't sunk in fully yet, because I still have a hard time believing he's actually gone... and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114925085477240695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114925085477240695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114925085477240695' title='Farewell to Mimi'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114909852298573616</id><published>2006-06-01T02:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T03:06:12.866+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just ran across some really hilarious shit on youtube. This quaint video which reeks of self-obsession... amongst many others, was posted by this 17 year old Chinese girl who lives in England and goes by the alias cutiemish. What's funny isn't the video itself, but the comments she gets on almost every video. Here's a random sample of the bad:Just put doen your bra and let me suck your nipple !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114909852298573616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114909852298573616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114909852298573616' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114900568759578722</id><published>2006-05-31T00:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:19:22.390+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was at a 2nd hand superstore today in Oroku, and to my pleasant surprise I discovered that they had a huge section with used electric guitars and basses.Even better, there was practically nobody there and you could try any of the guitars for free... a clerk would grab it from the rack and hook it up into one of the many amps. So I picked a used Fender Strat Squier (20,000 yen), which looks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114900568759578722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114900568759578722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114900568759578722' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114892569448678674</id><published>2006-05-30T02:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T03:17:23.610+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've been in Okinawa for almost what.. two months and a half now? Haven't accomplished much, and life is just as indeterminate as it was after I left Taiwan a year ago. My gf's father condition is worsening, he's was admitted to the hospital today and things look kind of grim. Meanwhile, I got a few tutoring jobs, but they kind of suck.. all little kids from grades 1 to 4, and I have to teach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114892569448678674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114892569448678674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114892569448678674' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114883984673495953</id><published>2006-05-29T02:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T03:10:46.776+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnie Pink</title><summary type='text'>OMG, who in the world is Bonnie Pink!?!?! Where the hell did she come from? I have listened to my fair share of Jpop over the last eight years or so and I have never even heard of her.. until today, when my girlfriend was rummaging through youtube.com listening to old songs she liked as a kid.This particular song "So Wonderful" is like... 12 out of 10 on the "hit" scale. It's very pop and girlish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114883984673495953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114883984673495953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114883984673495953' title='Bonnie Pink'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114866421188684151</id><published>2006-05-27T01:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T02:33:44.150+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was watching the MTV World Countdown today and the first thing I have to say is: the Japan chart just kicks so much ass. There's a lot more melody and harmonic movement... and less mindless beats and repetitive synth riffs. Whenever they start showing the charts from Europe or America.... it's like this huge wall of rap and hip-hop... when they come back to Japan... melodies and beautiful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114866421188684151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114866421188684151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114866421188684151' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114848406484680576</id><published>2006-05-24T20:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:21:05.036+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other day while walking down Kokusai Doori in central Naha, I saw this band called "Tabin-chu" doing a live street performance.... and shit, I was just totally blown away at how good they sounded!  Vocals were spot on, bassist and guitarist played really well... it was so damn professional that even on an empty stomatch, I stood there for 30 minutes just enthralled by the performance.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114848406484680576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114848406484680576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114848406484680576' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114813657153517909</id><published>2006-05-20T23:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:35:32.606+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just watched the old 1993 movie "Falling Down" with my gf and her dad. If you've forgotten, it's the one where Michael Douglas loses his emotional sanity during rush hour and goes through a GTA-style rampage of sorts through the slums of Los Angeles.My girlfriend told me that when she first saw this movie in our last few months in Taiwan, she nearly cried because she thought I was just like the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114813657153517909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114813657153517909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114813657153517909' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114797240087431903</id><published>2006-05-19T01:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T02:16:50.613+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, the Champions League finally has a winner, and in case you're one the unlikely few who are still downloading the game (like I did, bloody thing took ages to get properly seeded), hit the back button real quick, cuz you'll find out soon who came out on top.As an Arsenal fan, I'm really disappointed with the result, but let's face it... they deserved to lose. Even if they managed to scrape away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114797240087431903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114797240087431903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114797240087431903' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114786878015567636</id><published>2006-05-17T20:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:39:56.786+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It just never ends...</title><summary type='text'>Just as my cough seemed to be going away, boom, I get struck with another two ailments: a running nose and some serious chest pains. I think the amount of time I've been sick in Okinawa is now exceeding the amount of time that I've actually been healthy.The running nose I can deal with, no prob. But the chest pains, ow... it feels like I've fractured my ribcage or something from all those weeks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114786878015567636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114786878015567636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114786878015567636' title='It just never ends...'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114761184224777844</id><published>2006-05-14T21:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:12:06.666+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last few days I've been working for hours on the fields, busting my ass off in hopes of gaining a few brownie points with my gf's dad. I'm not even sure if he knows I'm helping out in the fields. So far, he's never even said "thank you" or even acknowledged my help, but according to my gf that's just his personality. He did remark that I'm pretty good with an ARS saw knife and since then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114761184224777844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114761184224777844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114761184224777844' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114734025988641188</id><published>2006-05-11T18:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:32:47.250+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The redefinition of physical misery</title><summary type='text'>Today, at about 3:30pm, I decided to get some work done at my gf's father's fields. As I mentioned before, this just invovles a lot of cutting, carrying and sorting wood into piles.I was not prepared for the sheer physical torture that was in store for me.Imagine being out in the hot afternoon sun, wearing long pants and a jacket because there are way too many mosquitoes. Already without even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114734025988641188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114734025988641188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114734025988641188' title='The redefinition of physical misery'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114727555798122917</id><published>2006-05-11T00:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:43:50.290+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After kicking out my gf's sister and paying a monstrous 9300 Yen to clean out the fungi, I finally have access to a AC unit.The thing is, I feel really guilty. I had to bitch and moan and complain. If I didn't say anything, I'd most likely still be sweating non stop and going through five t-shirts a day. I just don't get how the rest of the family gets by with such unbearable humidity.In the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114727555798122917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114727555798122917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114727555798122917' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114723342449027424</id><published>2006-05-10T12:34:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:57:04.513+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Stiflinｇheat</title><summary type='text'>These last few weeks, it has gotten real hot in Okinawa, to the point where I am basically incapacitated from doing anything.  I'll sit down at home, just focusing all of my attention trying to contain the annoyance generated by the heat &amp; humidity.  One might think "gee Terry, that's what the AC is for".... except at my gf's house, it seems using the AC is striclty taboo.  You're just not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114723342449027424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114723342449027424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114723342449027424' title='Stiflinｇheat'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114684986618906161</id><published>2006-05-06T01:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:34:29.693+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is where I was at pretty much the whole day. As you may know my gf's dad is a horticulturalist of sorts who grows all sorts of plants and trees and sells them to god knows who. Since he's about to retire he has to return all the land he's borrowed, but before he returns it he has to get rid of all the trees he planted.So that's what I've been helping out on - getting rid of the trees. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114684986618906161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114684986618906161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114684986618906161' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114665616143007388</id><published>2006-05-03T18:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T02:58:39.476+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking a girl's ankles</title><summary type='text'>Recently I found a total gem of a basketball court: beneath the highway passing through Haebaru, a real kick-ass person converted tons of unused parking space into a full-fledged sports area. For ballers, we're talking two brand new basketball nets with perfect meshes that still swish. There's also a skateboarding area, a pitching area, two tennis courts - and it's all free!Well today on my 3rd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114665616143007388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114665616143007388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114665616143007388' title='Breaking a girl&apos;s ankles'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114648522682937813</id><published>2006-05-01T21:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:07:06.856+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This video is really eerie, I just love the moods it evokes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114648522682937813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114648522682937813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114648522682937813' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114638272404034921</id><published>2006-04-30T16:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T16:38:44.063+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday night my fever rose to 39.4 Degrees which was pretty nasty.  I was slightly delirious and in general just felt like total shit.  I've been taking continuous dosages of ibuprofen to manage the chills, fever, and nausea, but it didn't seem to be getting any better after a few days so at around 1am in the morning I went to the emergency ward at a nearby hospital in Haebaru.At this hospital</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114638272404034921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114638272404034921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114638272404034921' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114623863423136255</id><published>2006-04-29T00:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:41:22.476+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajikan</title><summary type='text'>I don't know about you but my MP3 playlist has been pretty much stagnant over the past year or so, with very few additions. I guess without a radio, it just takes too much effort to wade through all the new releases out there to find something that I like.Of course, it's just a matter of time before I hear something in a store or a restaurant that really catches my ear when I'm just minding my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114623863423136255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114623863423136255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114623863423136255' title='Ajikan'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114621038326972008</id><published>2006-04-28T16:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:46:23.330+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMFG, only like a few weeks after recovering from a nasty double cold, I now have the shivers and a mild fever. I'm guessing it's becausde yesterday, I went skating, and it was so goddamn humid inside that the whole rink was smothered in fog (it was mildly entertaining at first, to be sure). Going with what I said about humidity last time, when it's really high (70%+) it allows cold to penetrate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114621038326972008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114621038326972008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114621038326972008' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114613217872102133</id><published>2006-04-27T14:22:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:05:37.516+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exciting stuff in this year's UEFA Champions League: The Finals will feature Arsenal against Barcelona in Paris on May 17th. The Arsenal vs. Villareal 2nd leg was heart-stopping drama - in the 88th minute, with the game still scoreless and Arsenal being 1-0 up on aggregate, Arsenal concede a penalty! But Jens Lehmann makes a million dollar save against Villareal's marksman Riquelme, thus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114613217872102133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114613217872102133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114613217872102133' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114587260797448501</id><published>2006-04-24T18:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T01:43:25.026+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found this old guitar wrapped up in a leather bag in our room upstairs. No strings broken, tuning was a bit difficult, but all in all it's in very playable shape. I belongs to my gf's mother, who is pretty good at the guitar.I still marvel at how much time it takes to learn the guitar to the point where you can play chords cleanly without accidentally muting other strings... compared to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114587260797448501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114587260797448501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114587260797448501' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114578929380655596</id><published>2006-04-23T19:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T19:48:13.913+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovations</title><summary type='text'>So, as you can probably notice, I finally got around to changing the super-old template (or lack of one, I should say) to something more modern and visually appealing. I don't know what prompted me to do this except that I was really bored on a Sunday afternoon and I got a case of "upgrade-itis" - where I have these sudden urges to upgrade or improve something in my life. Generally I try to stay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114578929380655596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114578929380655596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114578929380655596' title='Renovations'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114546750899671205</id><published>2006-04-20T01:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T02:25:09.120+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been here more than a month and gradually my lifestyle has slipped once again into a "aimless drift" of sorts. I don't have any schedule or pattern to speak of other l than eating and sleeping (and even those I have trouble maintaining). At times, yes, while I'm lying in bed and staring at a dark ceiling, I wonder, "why the hell am I even here" and that question quickly expands into "what am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114546750899671205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114546750899671205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114546750899671205' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114544871675533062</id><published>2006-04-19T20:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:45:34.233+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WTF Is this?It's a Menu at Bikkuri Donkey Restaurant!Japanese people always seem to invent the most zaniest, useless stuff.Winning Eleven 10 Promotional DisplayOnly in Japan would there be so much hype for this game. While I'm looking forward to the game, I have a feeling it's just going to be the same thing again with really strange tweaks that will take weeks to get used to.Sports DepotIn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114544871675533062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114544871675533062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114544871675533062' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114512248045285895</id><published>2006-04-16T02:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:35:20.493+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, not much has happened lately. I'm finally in the recovering stages of a really nasty cold, thank god it's finally over. Unfortunately I spread the virus to my gf and if she ends up spreading it to the rest of the family I'm going to have to hang my head in guilt for the next week. I've occasionally helped my gf's father at his farm doing random manual labour like pruning trees n shit - it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114512248045285895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114512248045285895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114512248045285895' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114483896221939150</id><published>2006-04-12T19:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:49:22.703+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter winters.</title><summary type='text'>So, it's nearly a month since I came to Okinawa, yet still I don't feel accustomed to the surroundings.  My biggest gripe is with the weather.  Have you ever noticed that there isn't a single tropical country that is a leader in technology?  All the biggest names in technology are from countries that are temperate or colder.  In fact, it seems the colder the better - some of the most hardcore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114483896221939150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114483896221939150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114483896221939150' title='Bitter winters.'/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5960358.post-114455938640965086</id><published>2006-04-09T13:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T14:09:46.520+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dumbass pic of me at a wharf in southern Okinawa, dribbling a ball rather dangerously.  The ocean is so nice here, I can see why all the locals keep saying they can't live without the ocean nearby - the air is so clean, the wind is so refreshing, and it's so damn quiet - really a great place to let ones nerves cool down.  I think I'll come here at least three or four times a week.Lotteria, a fast</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114455938640965086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5960358/posts/default/114455938640965086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jigen2501.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114455938640965086' title=''/><author><name>linterry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_idgwS9KSviQ/TB8iW8pWK7I/AAAAAAAAAlo/2dQt6EGgVs4/S220/real_eikaiwa_icon.png'/></author></entry></feed>
