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Shabu Shabu

No I don't have a cold! I just ate some awesome meat.

It's like a do-it-yourself stew, where they place a pot of water at your table, you boil it and then put in paper-thin meat and veggies and tofu and noodles. And then eat! The meat there has three layers...and we (me and my two friends, Emi and Rima) ate 2.5 layers of 'em. As well as multiple veggie/tofu/noodle helpings.

Food babies abound!

But before we ate dinner, we 
A. had to sneak out of our school uniforms by changing in the bathroom of the train station, and
B. went and took purikura (Japanese photo booth pictures)
(Rima is on the left, Emi on the right. Guess where I am!)

Going out with friends was really nice, and it felt AWESOME.

And in more cultural news, here is some calligraphy I did in shodo class:

Even though I don't have any examples, I've graduated from the blocky, make-every-stroke-precise style into the more fluid style. (Which is SO much prettier! I'll try to get pictures soon...) I'm happy about it, since I have to do all of it right handed. (Sorry if you read this on facebook already.)

Also, an example of awesomeness:
Click for larger view, and slightly better viewing ease. That is JAPANESE BIOLOGY HOMEWORK.
'nuff said.


  1. Wow! Okay, the food looked good, but i was really reacting to your graded bio papers. So excellent.
    - Aunt Elizabeth


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