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Everything you are about to read is true. Names are not changed and no one is immune. Brace yourselves.</description><link>http://badboyinjapan.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ConfessionsOfABadboyInJapan" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="confessionsofabadboyinjapan" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008156118822278240.post-3724875825755420598</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-18T23:23:51.282-07:00</atom:updated><title>C'mon everybody lets make Cocaine cool</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whats that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh you say you want some more?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then lets kill Obama !!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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as a 2007 Department of Defense report puts it, the Pentagon is attempting to expand its worldwide communications network, known as the Global Information Grid, to handle&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yottabyte" style="color: #007ca5; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="Yottabyte"&gt;yottabytes&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(10&lt;sup style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;bytes) of data. (A yottabyte is a septillion bytes—so large that no one has yet coined a term for the next higher magnitude.)&lt;/div&gt;
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It needs that capacity because, according to a recent report by Cisco, global Internet traffic will quadruple from 2010 to 2015, reaching 966 exabytes per year. (A million exabytes equal a yottabyte.) In terms of scale, Eric Schmidt, Google’s former CEO, once estimated that the total of all human knowledge created from the dawn of man to 2003 totaled 5 exabytes. And the data flow shows no sign of slowing. In 2011 more than 2 billion of the world’s 6.9 billion people were connected to the Internet. By 2015, market research firm IDC estimates, there will be 2.7 billion users. Thus, the NSA’s need for a 1-million-square-foot data storehouse. Should the agency ever fill the Utah center with a yottabyte of information, it would be equal to about 500 quintillion (500,000,000,000,000,000,000) pages of text.&lt;/div&gt;
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Everything that happened to me post 2003 (I'm free) &amp;nbsp;was a direct result of having my rights violated...them getting caught doing so and all they knew and learned was rendered useless and they ....never seemed to give a fuck. My life...all of it (30 years) was a thing they reached to take away. The Feds are scary, they simply walked away to get busy destroying another life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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That story about the woman at the Airport was true as they all are. She blew it. She couldn't stop herself from being a bitch...being who she is...a human.&lt;/div&gt;
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The guys who broke in and put that thing under the table were never identified and they surely continue their craft to this day. I listen to what the I.R.S did and it blows my mind and I already had personal experiences so that isn't disbelief no no no.....&lt;/div&gt;
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...it's just a mind fuck that folks sit in front of Congress and say they don't remember a name...a date...they don't have day planners electronic or otherwise....these guys run the fucking I.R.S. and they can't remember who they spoke to about the biggest scandal since Watergate ? &amp;nbsp;If YOU tell THEM (the I.R.S) that you don't have what they need ...you're....you're in big fucking trouble.&lt;/div&gt;
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The former head of the I.R.S &amp;nbsp;was alternately bashed and coddled by rotating Republicans and Democrats. They of the 17% approval ratings are so out of touch it is frightening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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They story about the data collection is fact. I mean what the I.R.S did and what the N.S.A is doing. It's maybe more than you can get your head around.&lt;/div&gt;
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They are running 2 things in parallel and 1 is the manner to hoard data..all of it...every fucking stroke of every key from everywhere all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The 2nd is a manner..an Algorithm ( let me mention here that Google is highlighting the terms "yottabyte" and "septillion" because they are apparently not recognized words yet??)&lt;br /&gt;
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But yeah...the system with which to tie the data together in a form that is similar to a Movie like..what was that Cruise flick? Minority Report? They just put in your name and you...all of you every fucking bit is right there. That is the goal. Imagine folks with bad characters and agendas (who doesn't have agendas btw?) who could flip your world upside down with a couple of key pushes. Maybe no key pushes? Google's new glasses seem a lot like the stuff in the movie I mentioned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tea Party, Destroy the Government, Global Information Grid. (I'm planting flags for the confused) You should know that the words typed have been horded as they are being typed. This post doesn't need to be "posted" for these terms to sit this post in a certain sector of the data storage facility.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you think I'm joking you didn't watch the spectacle in Capital Hill.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;If you're an American you shoulda seen it. America is gone folks. She is never ever coming back. The shock and outrage is being measured and calculated and future estimates and models are being built with them.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you leap from Proxy to Proxy you must know that doesn't do anything for you as it relates to anonymity.&lt;/div&gt;
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Consider an electrical circuit as a model for something that runs in series. A series of...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You might feel that your views are fine and reading comic books with the depiction of kids in sexual situations is perfectly fine (for example) but another may not...or at least estimate that it could have a net effect of "Bad for you" and thus deem it relevant and useful in undermining you and your view, your credibility, for reasons big or small, right or wrong, everything you do now can later be put into any narrative they build around you and you'll be stuck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Google hit this site after the Child Porn bait post that draws some of the most disgusting folks on the net from across the world. I am glad they did that. They did it by remote and did it "live" for periods of 20 minutes up to 6 hours and viewed everything including unpublished drafts. They own this platform and it's within their rights by way of the E.U.L.A&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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They know the posts you have never seen. They know more about me than any reader and they did it because of red flag words.&lt;/div&gt;
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You are not hiding anything from anyone. The software is designed to defeat foreign Govs so you are extra fish in the net that will be tossed into another bin to be sorted at a later date. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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They wire tapped the cellphones and dumped the logs of their home #'s as well...Associated Press members... were tele fucking ported back to the Nixon era. You ....you are a fucking nobody to them. They will fucking crush you while ordering a fucking Chai latte'&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;not too loud 'cause the baby's sleepin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I wonder if it knows what the world is keepin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Up both sleeves while he lay there dreamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Me and my robot tip-toe 'round creepin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I had to turn my back on what got you paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I couldn't see through the hood on me like Abu Ghraib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;But I'd like to thank the streets that drove me crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;And all the televisions out there that raised me, I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Daydream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I fell asleep beneath the flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;For a couple of hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;On a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Daydream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I dream of you amid the flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;For a couple of hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDuNxl_GtqY"&gt;Such a beautiful day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;They were never teachers. They may say (they do) &amp;nbsp;"I was a teacher" but they were at best attentive and creative assistants, pseudo Ambassadors to a language and a culture mostly foreign to their students. Unfortunately the language and cultural understanding gap is often not narrowed much by under prepared frightened disillusioned foreigners who's only &lt;i&gt;skill&lt;/i&gt; is that English happens to be their mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;
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She threatens to massacre Koreans in the Korean district of Osaka? She invokes Nanking/Nanjing as an example and all I'm thinking is...the cops upon hearing this amazing spectacle and technically illegal act...are non reactive not a one seems at all surprised at the sight of a 14-16 year old girl threatening to massacre a whole group of folks living legally and under the protection of the same laws as everyone else in Japan because of their ethnicity.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Let's give racism a new name (Micro aggression) so we can talk about it more...O.K.? &amp;nbsp;New wrapper, same flavor.&amp;nbsp;mmmmmm&amp;nbsp;yummy!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I wanna see and talk about tools and gadgets. My Computer rig is&amp;nbsp;beasting..a 24" next to a new 27".&amp;nbsp;MusicBee&amp;nbsp;running a&amp;nbsp;Winamp&amp;nbsp;VST&amp;nbsp;wrapper and a&amp;nbsp;poshifit&amp;nbsp;EQ&amp;nbsp;plugin...fuckin&amp;nbsp;awesome!&amp;nbsp;BBQ's, Teaching, Music. I surf&amp;nbsp;Lifehacker&amp;nbsp;and How-to-Geek and&amp;nbsp;Gizmodo&amp;nbsp;and Celtics blog and Bleeding Green Nation. I don't check Japan related forums because it is the most dysfunctional&amp;nbsp;buncha&amp;nbsp;fucks on the worldwide web. It's fucking depressing. Sucks the life and every ray of sunshine out of my heart just to read the shit.....so I rarely do...get sad and leave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Approaching the Kindergarten/Pre-School I noted a massive amount of folks milling about and figured it was some San-kan-bi (open campus) for the incoming students and parents. But looking back there were lots of women without kids?&lt;br /&gt;
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I entered the auditorium and as I was getting ready.... a ton....all of the folks came in and sat and stood. Cameras video the whole deal. I was confused by I had to stay on point so I went through what is a controlled explosion of energy called a kids lesson. The staff afterwards was odd...happy/annoyed/surprised.&lt;br /&gt;
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That commercial I was in wearing the Dethrone Royalty Hoodie in (3 posts down) ...remember? Apparently it was an attention grabber and the parents who usually skip the open English class they have once a year...my 1st...were...they changed their schedules and got themselves there...and they brought friends......they were there and nobody was prepared for their being there in such great numbers. Until the last moment nobody seemed to know exactly what was going on?&lt;br /&gt;
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I set myself up by wearing a fucking dumb hoodie on T.V. commercial day and they came in #'s not seen before...and they left wholly satisfied and impressed and the boss of bosses was impressed by it all. I delivered like always...when the lights are up and it's time to go there is not a better teacher in this entire fucking country. You take that to the bank. You go booze it up and cry in your beer you fucking middling half assed hacks.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have watched the videos on other folks posts and I would like the same consideration. Have you ever watched a politically active Albino? Who writes dope lyrics and edited the best vid I have seen since....I can't think of one better actually? The moment he goes from mono to stereo with the laws rocket edit is...fucking ill...wow. You should watch...this......is hip hop. Socially aware message driven get kicked off the Verizon tour cuz you won't edit the inflammatory lyrics type ill. He gets down with the Roots and folks...he....slipped under my radar&lt;br /&gt;
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It never got off the ground...less I read the link wrong?&lt;br /&gt;
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National American Indian Holocaust Museum?&lt;br /&gt;
There is none....Smithsonian does a gig but it's not like...&lt;br /&gt;
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One group was killed on another continent by other folks....not Americans. The other was bought,enslaved and maginalized for 300 years by The U.S. on U.S. continent...the other was exterminated ...women and children included while flying an American flag. Which of these 3 got a Tax payer funded Museum first?&lt;br /&gt;
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</description><link>http://badboyinjapan.blogspot.com/2013/03/watching-albinos-with-japanese-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/OO18F4aKGzQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008156118822278240.post-4753221554470185281</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 04:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-15T07:30:57.200-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fuck you creepy Otaku</category><title>My Pledge to Japanophiles</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;On this date of [March 12, 2103], in return for valuable consideration received, the undersigned borrower[s]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;herein referred to as &amp;nbsp;[soulless,shameless Japanopliles] also known as Dipshit's, Morons, Self absorbed Japan nut hugging talentless ALT's jointly and severally promise to pay to [Badboy], the "Lender", the sum of [Staying back where the fuck it is you live which is not Japan] , together with *interest thereon at the rate of [RATE] percent ([RATE]%) per annum.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A commercial is gonna be making the rounds on cable T.V. and I'm wearing this while teaching about 35 kids with the ipad at this areas largest Kindergarten/Pre school. I forgot to take it off cuz they forgot to turn the heat on or they turned it on too late.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I was sitting right on the floor and the kids were in their little chairs in a "U" shape in front of me a dude with a big ass camera (like at my beach party) came panning from behind me to the right of me around till he was facing me and my not ready for prime time outfit.&lt;br /&gt;
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In an incredibly bizzare moment ....the most bizzare I have ever had while sitting in front of a computer, I watched a video of a man who's videos I have, and have gathered for some time. I did not have THIS one.&lt;br /&gt;
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I met this guy. In passing...shortly before he passed and I kinda became a fan after that...not before. He seemed so genuine. Mr superstar giving off a vibe like he's been the dude sitting behind you all through Elementary school and you go way back. &amp;nbsp;They have a Biopic about him in the works but 2 famous directors have walked away because getting someone to depict him is nearly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;
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A highly intelligent man both academically and socially was being undone by himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have mentioned before that I was removed as President of the University debate team and it was because of the video you hopefully watched. She was blaming Reaganomics and erred terribly by mentioning Clinton in a term that was ridiculous. By any measure he was not a character role model. He cheated those he knew, crushed his opponents to get where he was and in the end lied to everyone including family and closest confidants over a fucking blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted her to explain how she could...in light of what we knew to be fact...how she could use his character as a selling point? It was off topic.. my job was to convince the audience that my view was the superior one based of facts and empirical data but she had just given me the shortcut. I was insulted and she had shown a "tell"...her political passion was just too high to be debating this topic while mine was and is not. They are all full of shit to varying degrees. I politely and methodically requested a clarification on a pointless topic (to the debate) and she could have noted that and moved back on point but she was off and spinning with anger until she exploded into tears and told me to go fuck myself (pretty much) as she stormed off the podium.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was recently reminded of a site that has a false set of facts about me supposedly spoken?/written? by me which is false. I contacted Google and the sites admin and was told I had to provide an email and password to the site..I don't have one BECAUSE I NEVER JOINED!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw 2pac's video and was excited because it was clearly made while promoting a film that was released after he died and was filmed just prior to his death which was very close to when I had met him.&lt;i&gt; "I met him right around THIS time"&lt;/i&gt; I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have told many folks over the course of my life about my "check-up" system. I look in a mirror for a while and try to look into my own eyes and beyond. I have been doing this since I was a kid. The amount of time I spend and the feeling I get afterword is directly related to my condition...my deep condition. I have recommended others try it and they all...every single one of them looked at me like I was a fucking loon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Where were you when you were 13 going on 14?..How about 22? I was not a free person. I was letting the game of life slip through my fingers and I have still placed myself beyond almost everyone you have ever personally met. How? How was I not choking on the dust of "regular folks"? I guess regular is the new spectacular? Your not satisfied with being O.K......you just don't have the guts to be anything better. Your scared of the REAL outstanding because you think your not built to..stand out. Tell yourself that that's the way you want it...you might believe your own bullshit because you've been swallowing everyone else's for so long. You didn't dream of being regular. We don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are all bigger versions of the children we once were. Our levels of empathy the amount of control we have over our tempers, the ability to know that this plus that will =_______, without having to actually see the "this or the "that" is is the same now as when we were kids. We are jaded and disillusioned and we cope but we will never get back what the world took from us. I know I was not as good as I coulda been but I will be as good as I can be. I embrace my weaknesses like a warm blanket on a cold night because it is who I am. My complexes are what makes me who I am and every single person reading this is saddled by their own baggage. Nobody is heaping anything on you. You have gathered your own baggage and you have never quite gotten around to cleaning yourself up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I visited the mirror. It didn't go well. I'm not sure exactly what is wrong but I'm not O.K., nobody around me &amp;nbsp;physically or otherwise seems to be either. I will work it out. I always do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do you put off today what you shoulda done yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;
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The bullshit is all around all the time and it's all we can do to just steal a moment to be with ourselves and look at ourselves. Try...try to look at yourself and imagine not being you but another....how do you see yourself now....can you see your bullshit now? Is it clear to you? You can fake your way through 99% of this life and the people you meet but there are folks like me out there and I can see you because I can see me.&lt;br /&gt;
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/first post I have written in almost a year. thanksforyourpatience</description><link>http://badboyinjapan.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-5th-horseman-of-apocalypse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/KiIP_KDQmXs/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008156118822278240.post-5714015849055047526</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2013 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-16T07:37:40.527-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pictures of Japanese girls asses.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Not so subliminal dissing of bitches</category><title>Japanese girls breasts come with labels</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Was trying to get a nipple shot when I spotted what musta been a transfer from a new bra? She laughed..I laughed...then we fucked like ...I...I meant to say we made sweet precious tender love.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;**cue Lionel Richie /Barry White love song now**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So...you remember the&lt;a href="http://badboyinjapan.blogspot.jp/search/label/Pictures%20of%20Japanese%20girls%20asses."&gt; graffiti thing&lt;/a&gt;?......she wasn't having any of that.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Nah, just rough wrap em'...I'm gonna peel off the petals and sprinkle them on a bubble bath for Princess over here"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;iiii ne....I'm married to a florist and he.....&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; did &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;THAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;An odd moment descended where our presence was almost irrelevant ..she was scrunching the newspaper which are from...Brazil?.....slowly around the flowers as she watched her husband and wrapped the flowers at the same time... until a cute young woman walked into the shop and he saw his chance to escape and he took off...escaped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; when I had come, the girl I was with entered about 10 seconds before me as I was getting a drink...by the time I had gotten in he was all over her with his faux suave' beatnik shit and as soon as he realized she was with me he called out to his wife and told her...TOLD HER to take care of us...I realized his game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Most men don't....well lets just say that on an average day most customers at flower shops are women of various ages getting flowers for various reasons. He uses it as a little trap to chat up girls right in front of his wife. I could see clearly the misery this women...attractive herself was putting up with so I told her then....while her husband was taking care of the young woman that I was going to use the rose petals as confetti to sprinkle over a bubble bath so I didn't need fancy wrapping... because I have grander plans. She looked dazed and the other young woman (customer) asked the girl &amp;nbsp;I was with for clarification in Japanese and they were all with the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sugoiiiii...iiii ne......wow!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mr Shitty husband was ignoring the whole thing as he held the receipt out...while the young woman customer (ignoring her own receipt in his stretched out hand) and his wife continued to marvel at the romantic idea. He was fuming....gee Mr Florist...never thought of THAT? Never treated your own wife like a Princess? You OWN A FUCKING FLOWER SHOP Rico Suave!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So this year SHE used me as a reminder to him that however he acts around others and whatever they think about him...she knows......she knows. I was a prop in her miserable play...and I'm glad I could be of some service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://badboyinjapan.blogspot.com/2013/02/japanese-girls-breasts-come-with-labels.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uy4Y0Q-MZRQ/URkAhUaGHdI/AAAAAAAAD9E/pvd4ZQnanFs/s72-c/IMG_1669.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008156118822278240.post-7088345491426650387</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2013 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-11T21:00:30.986-08:00</atom:updated><title>Segregating students</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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7 years teaching...&lt;/div&gt;
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I knew after the 1st that teaching girls and boys was a different animal completely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't teach "Momma's Boys" because "Momma" is a default part of the package....yeah...I'll pass...thanks anyway.&lt;/div&gt;
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Girls accelerate early and have it seems a clearer long term view at an earlier age.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Because I want to travel the world and make money and then marry Justin Beiber."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She never blinked...she's ten and she meant every fucking word...not a joke in there...not to her.&lt;/div&gt;
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I wasn't studying a foreign language at the age of 6,7,8,9,10.....I was making trouble and giving my mother headaches so I get it. Some friends (girls) WERE studying Spanish or another language and they probably wanted to set the world on fire....starting around ten I guess...meanwhile I was setting leaves and plastic Army men on fire somewhere nearby.&lt;/div&gt;
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I started separating boys and girls after my 1st year teaching because it works better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Girls and Boys hit puberty differently..apparently because some girls REALLY go over the emotional cliff...they sometimes burst into tears if I just ask them to take out their homework? &amp;nbsp;The same girl will be squealing about some "Johnny's" boy band member at the next class.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's a jet coaster. Some classes I laugh so hard I can barely breathe and others I just wanna eat my own fucking head and die for...oh...60 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;
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Boys...they seem to go into "cool" mode which is when they seem about the least cool they will ever be in their whole entire fucking lives...xcept they don't realize it...or they do and I laugh at them as opposed to with them. A pink shirt and a man purse? Your 13....and that will never be cool.&lt;/div&gt;
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Maybe the Kanji studying Metro sexual ALT from England rocks that but here?...no...nope...never.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have absolute double standards (teaching styles) for boys and girls because they are different and they sure as fuck don't study together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Oh...well we just finished talking about the fact that the boys his age in my school are too high a level for him (he said that) so your suggesting the class that exited before his trial...the &lt;b&gt;younger&lt;/b&gt; girls?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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.and he can't even join classes that have kids 2 grades below him...his own age? no fucking way....it was a non starter but I was struck by the fact apparently I'm the only one around here doing it like this.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one's getting smarter,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://badboyinjapan.blogspot.com/2013/02/segregating-students.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwr90aqW-Dg/URZIIrWLkMI/AAAAAAAAD4M/ZV3oeDKK_SY/s72-c/709bdd8f-6a4d-4329-b5a6-ff829d9f6331.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008156118822278240.post-1401083400956100601</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2013 06:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-09T06:08:05.653-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Doin' dumb shit</category><title>Ps. You scare the shit out of me!!!!</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="hP" style="outline: none; padding-right: 10px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;Last Saturday while I was standing outside a 100yen store which is near a Military Base and so many Americans go there (I never talk to any of them either),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="hP" style="outline: none; padding-right: 10px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;He tried a few times but he was obviously not interested in finding directions and the Base guys/Gals were with family so they all quickly but politely moved along....dude was not covering his true intent well AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I had arrived and parked right in front of him I got out...he took a couple steps towards me..I looked at him in the eye and he froze....looked down and walked back to a spot out of my probable path into the 100 yen store. I wasn't angry but I wasn't smiling either. I was just being me. He never looked at me again...I &amp;nbsp;woulda' talked with him at least longer than the dudes with family in tow. He didn't wan't anything to do with me.&lt;/div&gt;
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A mother recently explained in Japanese to a new mother that&lt;i&gt; "Chris Sensei is chotto kowaii ando Tsuyoi, demo jozu....sugoi...SUGOI majimei ..push push push yo...sugoi!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="hP" style="outline: none; padding-right: 10px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;That's what happens for him sticking his nose between me and beating another friend. He knows me...I would pay to travel more than 1/2 the circumference of the planet to step on his neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="hP" style="outline: none; padding-right: 10px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;The 2 most vicious things I ever did will never make it on this blog in a form you can read..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm done with it....but #3?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="hP" style="outline: none; padding-right: 10px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;I once released a tirade of threats to a co worker. I basically told him that he had better kill himself because if I do it it's gonna be far more painful..I will make him taste Hell before sending him there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="hP" style="outline: none; padding-right: 10px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;He went home and killed himself within hours. I was blown away...my co workers called the police and I acted like a sociopathic prick to them. It took years to accept how much I played a part in that. I blamed his drug problems or other shit I didn't know about perhaps but it certainly couldn't have been about me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="hP" style="outline: none; padding-right: 10px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;No. It was. An 18 year old just as young and confused as me made a terrible mistake because he thought I was gonna do what I said I'd do. I was known to do that. But I was just releasing the rage on him...I didn't even touch him. But I pushed him over a cliff with my eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="hP" style="outline: none; padding-right: 10px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;I wish I could go back so I could grab him by the neck before he left...looked him in the eye and said somethin' like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="hP" style="outline: none; padding-right: 10px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;"..I'm just fuckin' with ya bro but don't disrespect me in front of others...ever...we alright?.....give me a hug....life is good, lets live a lot of it "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="hP" style="outline: none; padding-right: 10px;" tabindex="-1"&gt;I'm sorry to the woman and mother who had to send a mail with a title...that is this posts title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Did it in 2 years 1/11/11 to 1/24/13. That's close to 8,000 thoughts/rants and responses.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I did almost exactly 1/2 the amount of posts in 2012 that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did in 2011. The comment count suffered but that's the way it is and should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Comments are the currency of blogging. They are exchanged or withheld. Games are played with them. It's the unspoken game of blogging. &amp;nbsp;I got 36 messages in 10 days in 3 different languages and some of them have death threats...can you imagine? I got more comments about being killed and shit than about my Christmas display in December....fucking depressing...I almost shut the whole thing down...I practically walked away. I'd have over 1,000 more comments if they were not just off topic rants written by drunken miserable expats full of self loathing. If they just even superficially touched the post topic I'd let em' through but no...they can't even fake having sense so they sucks the dick tills they dies&lt;/div&gt;
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According to the written report of Mizota Shūichi, interpreter for Admiral &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mitsumasa_Yonai"&gt;Mitsumasa Yonai&lt;/a&gt;, Fellers met the two men at his office on 6 March 1946 and told Yonai: "It would be most convenient if the Japanese side could prove to us that the Emperor is completely blameless. I think the forthcoming trials offer the best opportunity to do that. Tōjō, in particular, should be made to bear all responsibility at this trial."&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hideki_T%C5%8Dj%C5%8D#cite_note-FOOTNOTEToyoda170.E2.80.93172-33"&gt;[33]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hideki_T%C5%8Dj%C5%8D#cite_note-FOOTNOTEBix584-34"&gt;[34]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The sustained intensity of this campaign to protect the Emperor was revealed when, in testifying before the tribunal on 31 December 1947, Tōjō momentarily strayed from the agreed-upon line concerning imperial innocence and referred to the Emperor's ultimate authority. The American-led prosecution immediately arranged that he be secretly coached to recant this testimony. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ry%C5%ABkichi_Tanaka"&gt;Ryūkichi Tanaka&lt;/a&gt;, a former general who testified at the trial and had close connections with chief prosecutor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_B._Keenan"&gt;Joseph B. Keenan&lt;/a&gt;, was used as an intermediary to persuade Tōjō to revise his testimony.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most folks have had a "tough" steak in their lives. Most folks have had a dry Turkey in their lives. If you have gone to my School since I used the smoker....you haven't....they have no idea what a dry turkey is.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://badboyinjapan.blogspot.com/2012/12/santa-in-japan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dewQUWN-7Fg/UMrAT6y0o_I/AAAAAAAADSI/__pU5tkL3J8/s72-c/santachillin.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008156118822278240.post-3972256189063165890</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2012 07:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-26T19:24:02.096-08:00</atom:updated><title>Don't touch me please!</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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I will smother everyone with my Christmas awesomeness with the next post...I just had to "touch" this.....see what I did there? ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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"She won't be joining? Why? She seemed to really enjoy the class and she said she wanted to join.."&lt;br /&gt;
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"She did but her father drove by on Sunday and saw you punching your boxing bag thing and he said you don't look like a teacher...I think he was jealous because his daughter kept talking about how cool you were and now she wants to get married with an American when she grows up"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Now to be honest if my little girl ....I don't have one...but if I did and she was spouting off this kinda stuff and I saw the Japanese teacher doing Martial Arts in his front yard on a nice Sunday...I might...I dunno?...suggest my daughter go to her room for a few years and ban everything that was related to Japan....O.K., I jest....kinda.....but my point is I kinda "got it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I did a special favor for a friend and gave a trial to a 2nd grade girl because her friend is an uber student and the mother loves my strict teaching style...all results all the time and I don't give a fuck who likes me ...it's about results and she is the definition of an "Education Mama".&lt;br /&gt;
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This girl was never gonna actually join the class or School but as a function of what is mind numbing Japanese social function I went through the motions. She couldn't tell me her name with her name 1st and her family name 2nd (I didn't even want to know the family name ) she couldn't tell me the day the time the anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then..I focused on the paying members, my students and let her observe as she couldn't participate anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was giving them time trials when outta nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;
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"Don't touch me please!!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Nobody was talking to her looking at her or near her but she just blurted out a perfect English sentence which stunned the other kids for the same 2 reasons it stunned me..&lt;br /&gt;
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My other students are in the 2nd grade and 1st but they are advanced and they got it...All Eyez on Me...I just ignored it but I gotta tell you it hurt a little. I'm practically killing myself to make my students feel lucky and reward them for the very heavy pressure I put on them. I barely find time to eat and sleep and this shit comes falling out of a mouth of a girl who's name I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was thinking.."I bet her pussy ass Daddy taught her that one phrase!!"......I later came to grips with the fact that I woulda too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now Japanese Physical Education teachers....THEY are someone Daddy should really be concerned about.&lt;br /&gt;
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BTW....when you see it you'll shit bricks....seriously. &amp;nbsp;You will SHIT BRICKS!!!</description><link>http://badboyinjapan.blogspot.com/2012/12/dont-touch-me-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chris)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
