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One of the most memorable experiences (and there were many) on my recent Hokkaido trip was visiting the famous Asahiyama Zoo. Never heard of it? I didn't too, until my "crazy about Japan" friends told me to check it out, as in "You MUST GO to Asahiyama Zoo! It's fantastic!" And now it is MY turn to tell you: Visit Asahiyama Zoo if you are in Hokkaido. You will not regret it.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Eastern (Higashi) Gate of Asahiyama Zoo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Located in Asahikawa City, Hokkaido, about 2.5 hours away from Sapporo,&amp;nbsp;Asahiyama Zoo is one of the most popular, if not THE most popular zoos in all of Japan. Chief reasons for its popularity are 1)&amp;nbsp;its unique variety of animals on display (apparently there are about 800 animals but we did not see that many because it is deep winter), which included the Red Panda (so cute), the Hokkaido Crane (graceful), the Emperor Penguin (funny!), the Timberwolf (majestic!), etc;&amp;nbsp;2) the well thought out enclosures they were kept in, to maximise visitors' viewing experience; and 3) the famous&amp;nbsp;"Penguin&amp;nbsp;Walk" by the Emperor penguins around the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are staying in Sapporo on a free and easy holiday, you can choose to do&amp;nbsp;a day trip organised by &lt;strong&gt;Chuo Bus&lt;/strong&gt;, located at the Esta Building very near to the JR Sapporo Station. It&amp;nbsp;costs about 4,700 Yen per person (close to $80 SGD) and&amp;nbsp;is a full day trip, taking up some 9 hours in total, and travelling time to and fro is almost 5 hours (with a rest stop in between)! But I will tell you that it is worth suffering an aching butt, particular if you are fond of animals.&lt;/div&gt;
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As with most of our other trips, we were not spared the drama that day. It was like deja vu all over again when the Samurai and I could not locate the&amp;nbsp;travel counter&amp;nbsp;even though we were in the right building and we were in full panic mode (just like our Hakone trip in 2008). While I had the address (kindly supplied by the hotel concierge), all the entrances&amp;nbsp;to the higher levels (where Chuo was located) were shut (as it was early morning).&amp;nbsp;I had also forgotten to note down&amp;nbsp;the name of the travel company. My Japanese finally came into good use when I desperately asked a cleaning lady, "Sumimasen, ryoko no kaisha wa doko desu ka?" (Excuse me, where is the travel company located?). Tip: go down to the bus terminal (at the&amp;nbsp;bottom of the building)&amp;nbsp;and take a flight of steps to the level where the Chuo bus counter is.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank God, we made it in time again, and we hunkered down for a long journey to Asahiyama Zoo. As the bus progressed up north, we noted that the snow was falling heavier and heavier and the sky was dark and ominous. Strong winds were also rocking the bus slightly - scary! There was a tour guide with us on the bus, but this was a Japanese speaking tour (no English tours were available).&amp;nbsp;Despite focusing my entire brain power on her chatter, I probably only comprehended 10-15% of what she was saying, namely, what time to report back at the bus after our zoo visit.&lt;/div&gt;
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And so we finally arrived. And the snow was so heavy I think in my limited knowledge it qualified as a blizzard. And it was freezing. Yet there were still busloads of people rushing off into&amp;nbsp;the zoo. I knew then&amp;nbsp;for sure this was going to be an entirely unique zoo experience.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Overview of the zoo from the Eastern entrance. White out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Visiting an open concept zoo in a blizzard sounds quite romantic, BUT!!! 1) It is almost impossible to stand admiring animals out in the open for more than 5 minutes before your teeth starts to chatter and you have to rush to the nearest shelter for warmth. Even&amp;nbsp;IF those animals on display are strolling around the enclosures like it is a walk in the park. 2) It is difficult to look at the animals with snow pelting on your face and eyes and you have to&amp;nbsp;clear snow off your head every 2 minutes, lest you get buried. 3) It is near impossible to take a good picture with your camera since the lens is covered with snow every 30 seconds. 4) It is a juggling act trying to take a picture with your thick gloves on, failing which, you try to take the quickest picture in record time with your gloves off before your fingers drop off from frost bite. 5) There&amp;nbsp;were not that many animals on display - I suppose the non-arctic ones are in hibernation mode (smart!). &lt;/div&gt;
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Nevertheless!!!!! The animals that we DID manage to see were the most unique and interesting. And it was fascinating seeing them in their natural element in deep snow. As I mentioned before, while we were freezing our asses off, they looked to be having tons of fun. I guess it helps to have layers of fat and fur under such harsh conditions. From here on now, I will just let&amp;nbsp;my pictures do the talking (And I took MANY pictures, at great risk to my fingers!).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The famous indigenous Hokkaido Crane.Blissfully unaware of the snow and pecking at unseen food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;An elk (not a reindeer) chilling out in the open while it is getting buried under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The graceful timberwolf trotting around its enclosure non-stop. Working up a sweat perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The cute Red Pandas frolicking in the snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The enclosures are designed such that they were climbing across trees over visitors' head. Happy as a clam - this one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The majestic polar bear in its element. What snow?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Asahiyama Zoo visit was a test our of physical stamina and endurance. But I had so much fun, as did the Samurai. Seriously, go check it out.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was trying to write about my amazing EXILE concert experience at Sapporo Dome last Christmas Eve over the Chinese New Year holidays. Wrote halfway and suddenly the laptop died on me and I lost more than half of my writing and all inspiration died in me. Then of course the holidays ended and work came in waves and I never came near this blog again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I finally, FINALLY!!!&amp;nbsp;had some time to transfer some new EXILE songs to my iTunes. Chief among them is my new great love あなたへ (Towards You) which I first heard during the concert, when my jaw dropped to the floor and I could literally feel my soul flying to the heavens (like seriously!). Hearing it live, seeing the spectacle on the stage, time stopped for just that few precious minutes. After snapping out of my delirium when the performance ended, I remember turning to the Evil One and demanded, "What was THAT SONG?!" Fanatic that she was, she did not know, and we later found out it was their latest song, to be officially released in the new year. Well, both Takahiro and Atsushi sounded like angels (no blasphemy intended), and in that time and space, with snow falling outside the dome, and it being Christmas Eve, the feeling was really indescribable.&lt;/div&gt;
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So after the concert we stood outside in the freezing cold to queue up to buy EXILE memorabilia and I also bought a CD having no idea what was contained inside. Only upon returning to the warmth of our hotel at an ungoldly hour of 1AM (concert ended around 9.30PM), I found out it was their latest single. And for weeks the song was on repeat mode in the car, until the Evil One lent us Atsushi's new semi-Chinese album. Then I forgot all about it.....&lt;/div&gt;
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Until today. As I was downloading the songs to my laptop, and watching a DVD (also courtesy of the Evil One - yes she the curator of the Everything EXILE museum), I watched the MV of あなたへ with my new HD Samsung TV and Philips surround soundbar and OMG, I fell in love with the song ALL OVER AGAIN. So after going on and on about it, here's the MV (a short version), released officially by the record company. AVEX is seriously miserly you know?! In any case, listen to the full song if you can!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;One of the many splendid snow scenes we saw during our wonderful trip to Hokkaido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For someone living in the tropics, the idea of snow has always been fascinating and romantic. Both the Samurai T and I detested heat; on my end Fat Geisha thinks that heat leads to sweat and sweat is just so.... unglamourous and unsexy. I know some women get highs from&amp;nbsp;fantasizing&amp;nbsp;about drops of perspiration rolling off 8-pack abs (*cough Evil One cough*) but I shudder at the thought of catching a whiff of anything unpleasant. In any case, cold is good. The colder, the better, or so I believed. And so, having been thwarted by nature to visit the Zao Mountains back in March 2011, I was determined to visit Hokkaido in winter. No one is going to stop me from seeing SNOW!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Even before we landed at New Chitose Airport in Hokkaido, we could see a sea of white below. Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You can only imagine the level of my excitement as our plane finally landed in Hokkaido, the northernmost island of Japan, literally metres away from Siberia (kidding). From the time we landed till the time we left, we got snow in SPADES, SHOVALS, TRUCKLOADS. God has been listening to my multitude of complaints and wishes - He gave me snow of every kind - soft snow falling prettily from the skies, heavy snow blanketing the horizon, wet icy snow, HAIL, and even BLIZZARDS. By the end of the trip, suffice to say, I have seen enough of snow to last me quite a long time.&lt;/div&gt;
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I still love snow, don't get me wrong. While Samurai T suffered mightily respiratory wise due to the extreme cold (he would deny it of course), I thought I stood up to the cold weather of up to &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;minus 11 degrees celcius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; pretty well, for someone who has never encountered anything colder than zero. There is just something so ethereal and magical about snow, and how it transforms the landscape to something totally out of this world, or maybe it was just me. After all I guess if you were a Hokkaidian looking at snow (and shovelling it) 6 months in a year every year, there is really nothing special. Still I feel that fresh snow is very purifying and the surrounds become quiet and still, like it is at rest, and at peace.&lt;/div&gt;
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The downside of snow is unfortunately plentiful. Trying to play with snow with your bare hands without your gloves freezes your fingers within 3 minutes. It takes one 20 minutes to get ready to go outside by wearing your multiple layers and preparing your heat packs. It also takes 20 minutes to undress to normal once you get back indoors. In subzero weather, you cannot stand still and admire the snow scape for more than 10 minutes before you need to dash in somewhere for some welcome heat. No, it is not like Winter Sonata where you can stand outside and make small talk forever. (Although the freeze gave me better complexion and rosy cheeks and nose during that period.) It is a BIG pain trying to take photographs with gloves on. And because I was only a tourist I didn't have to shovel snow off my porch and my roof (those poor people). Sun sets at 4.00pm everyday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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BUT! now I know how snow feels. If you raise your face up to the skies, the falling flakes feel like kisses from heaven, or tiny tickling feathers. During a blizzard, a significant amount of snow accumulates on your head and your body within 3 minutes, and you can be totally under snow within the hour if you don't clear it. Snow can feel pretty heavy on you. Hail in minute form looks like harmless&amp;nbsp;Styrofoam, but are actually like little ice balls, which make plenty of sounds as they hit the ground or hit your body, and they are nothing like snowflakes. Old snow can turn unpleasant and become dirty icy floors, particularly in the cities, and one can easily skid and fall. I fell twice during the trip, and the Samurai once. Thankfully no big damage done, but it could have been dangerous.&lt;/div&gt;
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Dear Secret Admirers of Fat Geisha,

This year has been a very eventful year, especially the second half when you can see my posts dwindling. I have just returned from a most wonderful and eye opening trip to Hokkaido, which I hope to share with you in the coming year. 2012 promises to be an exciting and perhaps anxious year, but I look forward to it with much hope nonetheless. I would like to take this opportunity to wish my dear admirers lots of love, happiness and good health in the next twelve months, and Fat Geisha promises to be bigger and better than ever before!!!

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Before I know it, it is already the end of the month, and I haven't written a thing (other than the first day of the month post). So. Seriously. Busy. Unfortunately, this is just the tip of the looney&amp;nbsp;ice-berg. I doubt I have time to write a single post for December. So better to write something while I can.&lt;/div&gt;
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Amidst all the craziness in November, I managed to steal in some movie time with Samurai T on his birthday. Instead of doing the high brow like visiting the ArtScience Museum for the Titantic exhibition, we decided to watch &lt;strong&gt;Kaiji The Gambler: Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;, even though we did not watch &lt;strong&gt;Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;, and know nothing about the manga series, other than it is in Japanese, about gambling (duh!), and acted by Tatsuya Fujiwara from &lt;strong&gt;Death Note&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is a moderately interesting, occasionally head-scratching movie (probably a result of our ignorance of the background story), although Samurai confessed to falling asleep mid-way through the movie. I kept awake because I was trying to practice my Japanese (again, was not very successful), and scrutinising Fujiwara's slightly bloated face with my newly Lasiked vision. Unfortunately I do not find him hot, unlike my dear Kimura-san, but he is passable. (He was apparently in Singapore for the movie opening, but as usual, I knew of it after the fact. Sigh.)&lt;/div&gt;
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The biggest thing I remember from the movie was this SUPER extended scene of Kaiji Ito, the titular character played Fujiwara, playing a monster pachinko machine. (In my not-so-humble opinion, that scene was WAYYY too long, making a supposedly climatic scene anti-climatic in the end.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Prior to my first visit to Japan in 2008, I have already read a number of news articles about the Japanese aunties (&lt;em&gt;obasan&lt;/em&gt;) and uncles (&lt;em&gt;ojisan&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp;becoming addicted to this pachinko game, forsaking family and friends, and money, of course. And I thought to myself, I must check this thing out and see what the fuss is all about.&lt;/div&gt;
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Therefore, during my visit to Shibuya on my first trip to Tokyo back in 2008, I dragged the Samurai into&amp;nbsp;the first&amp;nbsp;pachinko parlour I saw. And this was what we saw:&lt;/div&gt;
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To me, it looked like rows and rows of jackpot like-machines and there was a cacophony of noises coming out of these machines, and the players looking quite zombie-like, having obviously sat there playing for God-knew-how-long. Instead of money, they had trays and trays of small steel balls next to them. I tried to figure out how&amp;nbsp;the game&amp;nbsp;was played, but unfortunately with my language handicap, it was all Greek to me. I mean, I never really knew how to play jackpot too.&lt;/div&gt;
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According to Wikipedia, which I finally researched after watching &lt;strong&gt;Kaiji&lt;/strong&gt;, the objective of the pachinko game was to feed the steel balls into the machine to TRY to win&amp;nbsp;MORE steel balls, which at the end of the day could be exchanged for cash. The reason for using steel balls instead of cash in the game was that gambling is OUTLAWED in Japan (I learn something new every day), so those steel balls are exchanged for cash at a separate site from the parlour (probably managed by the Yakuza!). There are apparently a zillion permutations of&amp;nbsp;the number of steel balls you can win, in short, it IS like a jackpot machine - but a Japanese modified version.&lt;/div&gt;
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I almost&amp;nbsp;fell asleep trying to&amp;nbsp;describe what is&amp;nbsp;pachinko, and hence totally fail to see why this is such an addictive activity. Give me mahjong anyday!&lt;/div&gt;
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In&amp;nbsp; any case,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;highlight of my little visit was when I saw a series of "Winter Sonata" pachinko machines. I am a fan of the&amp;nbsp;Korean drama series,&amp;nbsp;which had also garnered legions of Japanese fans. I used to be CRAZY over Bae Yong Jun, so it was funny to see pictures plastered all over parlour and&amp;nbsp;inside the machines. I guess even&amp;nbsp;the obasans need motivation to sit there for hours to play.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I got&lt;b&gt; 89% (or 160/180 marks)&lt;/b&gt; for my JLPT 5 Mock Test 1!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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After all the agonising and fretting prior to the event, I actually passed.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was actually surprised by my excellent results, because I found the test rather difficult, and to be VERY honest, I DID NOT even finish studying all the given materials (probably only read through a quarter of them). So a combination of dumb luck and paying attention during class paid off in spades. Of course, I am not going to take it for granted that I would naturally pass come the actual exam on 4 December. In fact, &lt;i&gt;Sensei &lt;/i&gt;has already warned the class that Mock Test 2, to be held in another 3 weeks, would be significantly more difficult (むずかしいですね）. Shudder.&lt;/div&gt;
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Even the Evil One, who has been travelling non-stop for work, has passed the test. She was practically doing cartwheels in class when she received her results because she was sure she would have failed. In fact, the entire class passed, and it was hard to tamp down the celebratory mood! (And it was not even the real thing. We are so easily satisfied, no?)&lt;/div&gt;
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The best part of my day was that my results topped the class. I marginally scrapped past my 19 year-old classmate (89% to his 88%) who is always very good in his Japanese. (It was a funny moment when he realised he lost by ONE percentage point.) I am *er-hem* ALMOST twice his age (not quite) but SUCH satisfaction and a sense of achievement I felt. My older brain is not dead yet! There is still life and vigour! Take THAT, young brains! Take THAT, spring chickens! (Hmm, all this hidden resentment against youthfulness is rising out of nowhere.) Maybe if I was 19, I would have gotten 100%!!!!!!!! (Ok, I am probably stretching it.)&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, enough of gloating. It is a good start to November nevertheless. Hopefully I will have more time to write a few more posts but don't hold your breath. I have got to keep my top dog position in class.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Got to finish this revision book in 6 weeks???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On top of this, we got homework in the form of MOCK examination papers. Use 2B pencils to shade please. I feel like I am back taking my A-Levels.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;That is just ONE PART of my vocabulary materials. Time to cut open the brain and insert more memory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;That's my "registration number", in case anyone is keen to buy 4D. 0106??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;とてもたいへん&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;ですね！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And this is just one of the things I have got to do. And that is WHY!!!!! I am not blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hang in there, fellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Surprised that I am back on the blog so soon? Me too. After the last post I was wondering what the hell was I going to write this month, and if I had the time to write it in the first place. Then the Samurai was flipping channels this weekend in his usual irritating manner and we found ourselves arrested by the above movie, which was, in a nutshell, based on a true story about an elementary school teacher who brought a piglet for his class to raise for one year before their graduation. At the end of the year, the class had to make a decision on what happened to the pig. Should they eat it?&lt;/div&gt;
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Damn the Japanese and their animal movies.&lt;/div&gt;
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I bawled like a baby at the end. Which was no surprise, given my track record watching and crying during every single Japanese movie on animals, which stretches from &lt;i&gt;Hachiko&lt;/i&gt;, to &lt;i&gt;Quill&lt;/i&gt;, to &lt;i&gt;10 Promises to My Dog, to Helen the Fox&lt;/i&gt;.... These movies just wring every last drop of moisture in you by the time the credits roll. Busted, I am a big ole' softie. I even cry for a pig going to slaughter, and I love my &lt;i&gt;Kurobuta &lt;/i&gt;as much as the next person.&lt;/div&gt;
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Before I write anymore about the storyline, let me just say beforehand, "What an awesomely handsome man we have as the school teacher?! Who is he? Where has he been hiding?! OMG he looks gorgeous!! That smile! Ack!" According to Wiki, the actor is&lt;b&gt; Satoshi Tsumabuki&lt;/b&gt;, and he acted in many movies and dramas, some of which I have watched. Why didn't I notice him before!? I will keep a keen eye on him from now on.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now that I have gotten the hormones out of the way, let me address the reasons why a simple movie on children, a pig and a handsome school teacher (okay!!!) has touched me so. 1) A cute furry animal always gets to me, even if it oinks. I doubt a story about an iguana will quite have the same effect though. 2) There were a number of unscripted scenes in the movie, where the children debated fiercely whether P-Chan (the pig) gets to live or go to the meat centre, and the honesty of the dialogue resonates. 3) The themes of life and death, the superiority of man, of responsibility are still the same issues we confront everyday in our adult lives. 4) Crying during movies is very cathartic. I would much prefer crying over fiction than in real life, having just lost a pet hamster and a foster dog to old age and disease very recently.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Japanese children are a joy to watch. They were apparently auditioned specifically for this movie. The interactions among themselves and with P-Chan were priceless. You could see them struggling with their own morals. Are they really able to eat a pig that they have raised from young? Who can determine the length of life for anyone, even an animal? What does it mean to be responsible to a pet? How far do you take that responsibility - unto death?&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember when it was time to put down my beloved dog, Waggie. It was one of the most gut-wrenching moments of my life. Internally, I wanted to spare myself from seeing him being put down, and I had done that for my previous dog, when I left him to the vet, an act which I regretted to this day. No matter how much I wanted to spare myself from the pain, I know my responsibility as the owner, and as the love of my dog's life, that I HAD to be with him when he breathed his last. So I stayed. Even then, I did not have the courage to hold him in my arms as the vet injected him, and it was in Samurai's arms when he passed on. It is another thing that I hope to correct should I ever have another pet.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;School Days with a Pig&lt;/i&gt; won a number of well-deserved awards in the region. And I highly recommend all of you to watch it, but prepare your tissues. Will I still eat Tonkatsu after this? You bet I will.&lt;/div&gt;
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You know, I really admire those bloggers who churn out posts everyday or every other day. I am struggling as it is to even post three pathetic write-ups in a month. Say what? Oh I forgot. These are FULL TIME bloggers and they get PAID for it. I have been blogging for 15 months and haven't seen or smelled a CENT. Thankfully, the Samurai is well and able to feed me. Also thankfully, I can find self-gratification writing posts that only a handful of people will ever read. I guess that is enough for me to spend the next 1 hour typing another insipid post on something Japan related.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I am finally down to the last two lessons of&lt;b&gt; Intermediate 1&lt;/b&gt;, before embarking on a boot camp to sharpen up my skills and knowledge before my FIRST Japanese exam, the JLPT 5. Failure is not an option, dude, no sir, not for the brilliant-minded Fat Geisha, who was an A-grade nerd in school. Of course, good grades then were a matter of sheer will and brain power, but 20 years later, my brain cells have been dying off bit by bit despite my best efforts to ignore this fact.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Which brings me to my hated subject - Chinese. I speak Chinese well enough - actually pretty good to win story-telling competitions (yes, in Mandarin). But I so hate writing Chinese characters. Unlike most other languages of the world, each freaking word is a unique character and there are up to 8,000 (or more?) Chinese characters in the Chinese dictionary and a normal adult should know about 3,000 characters (I doubt I am under the "normal" category though). You need to have the MEMORY of a computer to remember all those Chinese characters! I still remember vividly that it was such a pain writing compositions in Chinese. After 18, once I was done with my A-Levels, I swore I wouldn't touch written Chinese again, and didn't....until NOW.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Japanese Kanji is like my greatest recurring nightmare. Some of them ARE Chinese characters, some of them are VARIATIONS of Chinese Characters, some LOOK like Chinese characters but are actually NOT Chinese characters. Since my Chinese vocabulary is quite weak to begin with (in terms of word recognition, not speech), after learning Japanese Kanji, I no longer know if a particular word is Chinese or Japanese. Is that a REAL Chinese character? Or just a Japanese variation?? I cannot tell. It is screwing up what little Chinese knowledge I have.&lt;/div&gt;
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To rub salt in the ever enlarging wound, a single Kanji character has up to three!!! or four!!!!&amp;nbsp;pronunciations! And three!!! or four!!!! different meanings! How in the world am I ever going to remember them with my diminishing brain capacity!? Are they crazy? Insane? What is wrong with Hiragana?! Or Katakana? Seriously dudes! Aren't you enemies with the Chinese or something? Can't you not just drop Kanji?&lt;/div&gt;
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Ever since my beloved pooch, Waggie, passed into eternity more than a year ago (14 months to be exact), I have been without a dog, and I had dogs since I was 11 years old. As an adult, it is infinitely more difficult to commit your time and love to the little canine, what with all the various distractions and responsibilities one has to face each day. But the death of my dear friend of 15 years (!!!) left a huge gaping hole in my life that even the Samurai cannot quite fill (I mean, he is not cute and furry after all. HAIRY, but not furry. Heh.)&lt;/div&gt;
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Thankfully, in our neighbourhood we have a number of the cutest stray cats in Singapore, all lovingly cared for by a group of "cat ladies" who fed them with the best food, and brought them to the vet when they got injured or sick. Both the Samurai and I have made friends with these cats. (Samurai, for some reason, LOVES CATS, but cannot keep one as he is allergic to fur.) We feed the strange motley of cats with treats frequently, and play with them almost everyday. Although they are not as passionate as dogs, they have come to recognize us, and will come to us to be stroked (or fed).&lt;/div&gt;
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Just this weekend, we found a new kitten meowing pathetically under a car. Since all the cats in our neighbourhood have been neutered, this newbie must have been abandoned! It turned out to be the MOST GORGEOUS Siamese kitten I have ever seen, with the most magnetic blue eyes EVER. We brought it up to our house (very dangerous for new kitty to be outside), and I fed and played with it for a good three hours.&lt;/div&gt;
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I totally fell in love. For the first time since Waggie's passing, I was tempted to keep a pet that is NOT a hamster. The Siamese kitten was playful and extremely intelligent. It was also very expressive in its adoration, being a motherless kitten and all. When it got tired of exploring our house, it promptly jumped onto my lap and fell asleep!! Such a dear. But one look at the Samurai sent my hopes crashing down to earth again. Unless I want to murder my husband, using the "Death by Fur" method, i.e. flood his windpipes with fur and make him gag to death, we cannot keep the cat. In the end, VERY reluctantly, I had to let the little kitty go to Samurai's colleague, who has experience in rehabilitating and re-homing cats. :(&lt;/div&gt;
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In view of Samurai's physical weaknesses, we normally admire cats from afar, including on YouTube. Unless you are a cat hater or from Mars, you should have heard of the most famous Internet cat from Japan, known as "Maru". He is a tubby Scottish Fold cat and his adventures (he gets into the most laughable scrapes with boxes) are faithfully recorded by his mysterious female owner, &lt;b&gt;mugumogu&lt;/b&gt;. He even has his own blog (&lt;a href="http://sisinmaru.blog17.fc2.com/"&gt;http://sisinmaru.blog17.fc2.com&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;and a book out now too! (For those practicing Japanese, the blog is in both English and Japanese.) Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;
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Some of his funny videos I have posted below. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;
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So, you thought this blog was dead? I did warn you admirers out there that due to a myriad of responsibilities, I would not be able to post as frequently as I would like to. Of course, much of last week I was busy falling sick, and since I was stranded at home half dead (together with the Samurai who received the flu bug from me), we had nothing better to entertain us but watching Season 2 of my favourite historical-cum-medical drama series, JIN.&lt;/div&gt;
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Those who have been following this blog, or those who know me personally will know that despite my overt Nippon-phile status, I have shown a marked preference for Korean dramas over Japanese dramas. For one, I think the Korean actors are infinitely better looking, with the exception of my dear Kimura-san, and Fukuyama-san.The Japanese dramas also conclude too speedily for my liking, usually within 10 episodes. Although this makes for speedy viewing and less endless plot dragging, it is difficult to get invested in the show and the lives of the characters. This is not too say that the Japanese drama scene is not without its gems, and JIN is one.&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh JIN! How much I love thee! Even though the main lead is played by someone totally unfamiliar to me - Osawa Takao), we brought the first season last year based on the STRONG recommendations of the Evil One, and became engrossed hook, line, sinker. This drama series has all the elements that I love: time travel, period setting, political intrigue based on actual historical events, tight medical plots, realistic gore, unexplained mysteries and an unfulfilled love story (did not really like this part but more on that later)&lt;/div&gt;
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In a nutshell, the main story arc was about a modern day surgeon named Minakata Jin (hence the title of the show), who was roped in to operate on the brain of a nameless injured man found in a park, and found a tumor which was shaped like a fetus (gross). Jin himself was depressed because he had just lost his beloved girlfriend, Miki to brain cancer and blamed himself for his inability to save her. The nameless man was then caught by Jin trying to steal medical supplies, and in a struggle, he fell down a flight of stairs and found himself transported back to the end of the Tokugawa period of Edo (Old Tokyo), in late 19th century, a few years before the Meiji restoration, where the samurai still roamed. The mystery of how and why he travelled back in time was not unravelled until the last episode of Season 2! (Imagine my frustration as we waited for Season 2 to be shown!)&lt;/div&gt;
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In Edo, Jin found himself rescuing a young samurai named Tachibana Kyotaro and was taken in by his family, which included his beautiful and brainy younger sister, Saki (played by the gorgeous Ayase Haruka), who later fell in love with Jin and decided to follow him in learning medicine (a strict no-no for women in olden times). This was followed by a series of mini stories in which Jin used his modern medical skills to assist the Edo folks, which included scenes of bloody operations, and also his "invention" of penicillin to treat &amp;nbsp;injuries and diseases, making himself a&amp;nbsp;phenomena&amp;nbsp;and garnering a number of followers who together set up a medical hall "Jin Yu Do", to help the poor. Along the way, Jin got entangled with historical characters like Sakamoto Ryoma which resulted in a comical bromance of sorts, and met a dead-ringer of his dead girlfriend Miki, who was a famed geisha in Edo. Whoa!!! Many things going on indeed, yet they came together oh so beautifully.&lt;/div&gt;
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The individual stories were beyond moving, and the actors convincing in their happiness and grief. How many times did I find myself teary throughout the 22 episodes of Season 1 and 2??! Totally lost count. Jin himself was not the typical drama hero - besides his superb medical skills and soft heartedness, he was actually a bit of a weakling and a total waffling character, compared to the quiet determination and sureness of Saki. Their love was a love not meant to be, although many times I wished I could smack them out of their doldrums, and tell them to "go to bed already!" and stop their self-sacrificial nonsense. It just doesn't cut it with me that divided through time and space as they were, they were contented in their knowledge for their love for one another. Total and utter BS! Gah!&lt;/div&gt;
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But all things considered, Jin is one show with a lot of heart, and a totally superb script. Both the Samurai and I are concurrently watching the Ryoma series, acted by the delectable Fukuyama-san, but it bores us both to tears with all the slow moving action. So even a good looking actor cannot keep me awake if the script sucks.&lt;/div&gt;
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So what else is there to do now? Go watch the damn bloody drama. You, the readers, I mean.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here I leave you (and the Evil One) with another cool-looking EXILE poster, with a slogan totally close to her heart and directly aiming at Atsushi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, just so that this blog does not seem too dead, I am going to post random pictures on Hokkaido (nice ones ok) that I have found all over the Internet, mainly to whet up my appetite for my planned year end trip. (Unfortunately, I have yet to book my trip but I am waiting for an upcoming travel fair.) Don't sue me for copyright - I am just sharing good stuff with fellow Japan lovers!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Below are just some of the things that I would love to see and do (and eat):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5t0EjVhRSMU/TkXnDU5wqnI/AAAAAAAAAew/Pj-2IB7oT0g/s1600/Hokkaido2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5t0EjVhRSMU/TkXnDU5wqnI/AAAAAAAAAew/Pj-2IB7oT0g/s320/Hokkaido2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Hokkaido is famous for its sprawling and jaw-dropping natural landscapes. This is Mount Kurodate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRaILq9I9nI/TkXum5rg-7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/vGW9YCLR7Fo/s1600/Hokkaido11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRaILq9I9nI/TkXum5rg-7I/AAAAAAAAAfY/vGW9YCLR7Fo/s320/Hokkaido11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The majestic cranes that are so symbolic of Hokkaido - enough said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTaWh_8ILMg/TkXrQL1dB1I/AAAAAAAAAfA/CdYtJTLQWNc/s1600/hokkaido5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTaWh_8ILMg/TkXrQL1dB1I/AAAAAAAAAfA/CdYtJTLQWNc/s320/hokkaido5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Hokkaido also has an indigenous population known as the Ainu people. This is an Ainu Village at the Akan National Park. Have they turned into tourist traps, I wonder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1v71Uk72ys/TkXrQgzvjqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/EKqSu72eiKI/s1600/Hokkaido6.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e1v71Uk72ys/TkXrQgzvjqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/EKqSu72eiKI/s1600/Hokkaido6.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It wasn't a nonsensical daydream conjured up by the brain in boredom, nor one of those "I think it was Takuya Kimura, but his face was quite blur lah" but a long drawn out dream, with fairly logical happenings, and you could still remember bits of it when you suddenly wake up and realise, DAMN, you were NOT having dinner with Takuya afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The crappiest thing about this dream was I wasn't even making out with Takuya (seriously I need to go for a brain check). I don't THINK I even got to TOUCH him. I spoke to him though, logically, sensibly, which was even stranger to me because I believe in real life I would have squealed, hyperventilated and fainted, rather than stand there and make normal conversation, which was what I did, in the dream. As much as I could remember now, many hours later, it appeared that a group of us (could not recall exactly WHO) attended what was likely to be a SMAP concert, and somehow, we got to make a date with Takuya (!!!) to meet us for dinner outside and he appeared in semi disguise (looking most plain and normal) and my first thought was, "He's short!" and then we proceeded to have dinner in a foodcourt like place and just talked. And I have no freaking idea what we talked about. THE END.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weird thing was I wasn't even thinking about Takuya in recent days. I wasn't even listening to SMAP songs, since Samurai &amp;nbsp;T totally preferred EXILE music (a key reason why he was willing to join us for the Hokkaido concert). The only thing I could think of that could have sparked my brain into dreaming this inane dream was a TV preview I saw on an interview with Lin Chiling (Taiwan actress/model) who was talking about acting in "Moon Lovers" or "Tsuki no Koibito" with Takuya Kimura, and I told myself then, "Ah ha, I should blog a review about "Moon Lovers" in my next post."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obviously the brain works in mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWZlAubXonk/TjZfUbReV9I/AAAAAAAAAek/4cZ7SXw_29Q/s1600/Moonlovers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWZlAubXonk/TjZfUbReV9I/AAAAAAAAAek/4cZ7SXw_29Q/s320/Moonlovers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Since I have expended significant energy talking about my Takuya dream, I am just going to do a half-assed review of "Moon Lovers". Shown sometime last year, it was Takuya's latest drama project and it was supposedly "exciting" because Lin Chiling, a relative famous Taiwanese personality was going to play his love interest. (Bitch.) So of course I was curious how she would fare trying to ACT and speak in Japanese at the same time. Afterall, her acting has been slammed by a zillion supposedly objective critics and not just by sour grapes like me.&lt;br /&gt;
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To cut a long story short, Takuya was acting as a suave young president of a furniture company Rensuke who somehow fell into the company of a poor Chinese worker working at his Shanghai factory, Lin Chiling's Shumei. Like a swan she was recruited to become the face of Regolith (his company) and at the same time romance the boss and kiss him passionately. (Bitch.) Even as he was fending off the attentions of another heiress from rival company and his long time best friend. Somehow in the course of 8 short episodes, they realised they were not for each other, and he got married to his best friend instead, while finding himself and whatever else he was trying to find. Bottomline was, the script was so blah and illogical, it resulted in the poorest ratings of a Takuya drama EVER, and what was originally 10 episodes got snipped to 8 episodes. Obviously Takuya's brooding presence (The Evil One commented he was like sour grapes throughout) couldn't rescue a sinking ship. Even I couldn't quite remember what the story was really about, and I have a pretty good memory.&lt;br /&gt;
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Throughout the show I only remembered doing a few things: 1) Admiring Takuya's boyish tycoon image in spite of his sour expression; 2) Cursing while they were engaged in a passionate kiss; 3) Admiring Takuya; 4) Bitch. And so on, and so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Honestly, the best thing about "Moon Lovers", other than Takuya Kimura was the title soundtrack, which I positively LURVE. Below is one of the coolest MTV, and yes, the singer does not look even remotely like a Japanese, but he's quite cute and you can enjoy the great music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The following is a performance of two songs of Curly Haired Man with SMAP. Check out Takuya in his "Rensuke" guise and his oh-so-slick dance moves. Um-ummmm, I LIKE! To be honest though, SMAP sort of spoils the song with their singing. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XSkSrEZJtww" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944221860475883303-819389410375212236?l=fat-geisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, more about the nefarious plans that The Evil One and I have as mentioned in my last post. EO has discovered to her eternal glee that &lt;b&gt;EXILE &lt;/b&gt;will be holding a concert in Sapporo, Hokkaido, this coming Christmas Eve. We have been thinking about travelling together to Japan for quite some time, either to Kyushu or Hokkaido (avoiding those disaster affected regions), and she was especially eager to try to catch a SMAP or EXILE concert if possible. You can imagine her hormones going all haywire when she found out the news and realised that her dreams of pawing Atsushi's tattooed chest and abs are within reach. I was initially worried that she would hyperventilate and faint from all that excitement. I believed that she hadn't come down from all that sexual high since I posted the first EXILE piece (see &lt;a href="http://fat-geisha.blogspot.com/2010/12/exile-d-to-land-of-cool-men.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) many moons ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-35qG9PATkNw/TiuVUYuBAHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6mv3ZG0Zl1k/s1600/atsushi_tattoo_exile_mune.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-35qG9PATkNw/TiuVUYuBAHI/AAAAAAAAAeg/6mv3ZG0Zl1k/s320/atsushi_tattoo_exile_mune.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;The Chest of Her Dreams......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I am also excited about watching EXILE live in concert (although my excitement will never reach EO's levels), I am even more pleased by the prospect of finally visiting Hokkaido, a place which many friends and relatives who visited have praised to the skies. I look forward to my virgin frolicking in a snowy winterscape, possibly trying out skiing, eating super delicious fresh seafood and SNOW CRABS (OMG I am salivating now). And finally, FINALLY, being able to speak Japanese in Japan. Hey, EO, you better brush up your flirting Japanese phrases in case you really get to meet Atsushi one-on-one. I promise I won't interrupt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the travel portion of which I am in charge (she's taking care of the tickets), there are a number of options that we can choose from. In view that we are likely to have 7-9 days in the week leading up to Christmas (and EO needs to take off on her business trips after Boxing Day), I am leaning towards going for a one week package tour which should include a ski resort and/or onsen, and then we can extend our stay in Sapporo. I don't fancy taking public transport by ourselves in deep winter. Brrrrrr.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I have more details about our Hokkaido plans, I will share more in future posts. Oh, and the Samurai? He is coming with us of course. He is resigned to tagging along for the trip, but bringing ear plugs just in case the two screaming &lt;i&gt;Obasans &lt;/i&gt;deafen him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Below are some of the concert videos to further pump up our heightened expectations. Yooohooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;First time I heard "Last Christmas" sang in Japanese. I would if they would perform this again since the concert would be on Christmas Eve. So incredibly sexy. Evil One, you can have Atsushi, I will have Takahiro.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;This is one of our collective favourite songs. Samurai saw the actual lyrics on another video which actually contains a lot of English words (not that we can catch all of it) and remarked that it was a very silly song. But it is so incredibly catchy and has so many hilarious signature dance moves. Even my Sensei can dance to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Hmm, very nice song here and I absolutely LOOVE their shirts. Am definitely going to get one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I should just change my nickname to Tardy Geisha, instead of Fat Geisha (but it does not mean I have lost any weight, sigh). But here I am again and I have FINALLY - FINALLY!!!!! reached the one year mark in my part-time Japanese Language classes, and ta-dah! am moving on to the Intermediate Level come next Monday. This also means that I will be able to take my first JLPT (Japanese Language Proficiency Test) Level 5 in December this year. If I can take any comfort in the mini in-house test I took earlier this week (43/46!), I think &amp;nbsp;I should be able to pass the JLPT without too much angst, and so long as I keep up with my revision (which is not a given in view of my overwhelming tardiness.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The crappy thing of course is that since I started learning Japanese, I have not been able to step foot on Japanese soil, no thanks to the 11 March disaster. Hence I have not been able to show off, or rather, er-hem, UTILISE my new-found Japanese skills. (Although now I am plotting some exciting plans with The Evil One, to be discussed further in the next post.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite being surrounded by a ton of girlfriends who are studying the language at the same time with me, AND knowing a number of people who HAVE studied Japanese, I realised that we are not actively practicing with one another, for God knows what reason. In fact, our fave Japanese phrases, if we did in fact use them, are still "Arigato!", "Sumimasen!", "Chotto Matte!", "Mata Raishu!" etc., which HALLO, I was already using prior to starting my lessons. Are we too old, too shy, too afraid, too lazy to use the language on one another? How in the world are we going to improve if we are confined to using it once a week in class?! What is the point of learning a new language then? I can't travel to Japan every other day (much as I would looove to). To my detriment I still prefer to watch Korean dramas to Japanese dramas. (I think my Korean is quite powerful too, thanks to Lee Min Ho.....) I try to listen to more Japanese songs but can only catch random words, without understanding the full meaning of the sentence. Japan Hour on TV is repeating its episodes which is SOOOO boring. ARGH!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So how? How am I going to become a Japanese language expert? Or at least, learn sufficiently to flirt shamelessly with Kimura-san (should I ever meet him)? I need an immersion programme, immediately. Preferably immersing myself in an onsen full of gorgeous, naked Japanese men, and I can assure you, I will reach Advanced Level in no time at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944221860475883303-1494287812964205519?l=fat-geisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Glw7w8LHGUE/ThfXRQhXMjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vWmYs-ppb4g/s1600/13-Assassins-Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Glw7w8LHGUE/ThfXRQhXMjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vWmYs-ppb4g/s320/13-Assassins-Poster.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;The 13 Assassins in full glory - some old men, some very hot men, and one VERY MAD man (Goro in white at the bottom of the picture).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Samurai T had actually watched part of the movie, a remake which was released in Japan last year, on Singapore Airlines' wonderful KrisWorld system during our December holidays to Taiwan. Being the bloodthirsty man that he is, he has been raving about the movie non-stop to me, and when the movie finally reached Singapore shores, he was more than game to re-watch it again with me. The Evil One was also keen to join us, since she had read that Goro had received a Japanese Oscar-equivalent for playing the Naritsugu role - and let me say that he TOTALLY deserved whatever acting accolades he got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Evil One and I were prepared for an all-out gore fest since we were amply warned by the Samurai and our mutual friend Z-san, who said &lt;b&gt;Kill Bill&lt;/b&gt; was "child's play" compared to the &lt;b&gt;13 Assassins&lt;/b&gt;. So the Evil One quickly went to the toilet beforehand in case she pissed in fear during the show. As it was, the very first scene showed a very long painful scene of a samurai committing &lt;i&gt;hara-kiri&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;seppuku&lt;/i&gt;, i.e. ritual suicide. Although they did not show all the entrails falling out, the expression on the actor's face, as well as the sound effects were sufficient to make me clutch my tummy in fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The plot was simple and I doubt it would be spoiling the movie for anyone in telling the whole story. A respected middle-aged Samurai, Shinzaemon, was tasked by Sir Doi, a senior advisor on the Shogun's Council, to assassinate the Shogun's half brother, Lord Naritsugu, a most sadistic and evil man, before he could take his place on the Shogun's Council and wreck havoc on Japan. The audience was quickly made aware of how coldly insane Naritsugu was by flashing back to his multiple crimes, chief of which consisted of a screaming LIMBLESS woman shedding tears of blood whose image would be ingrained in my brain for a long time to come. His insanity was boundless, and Goro made the character even more frightening by being calmly aloof (instead of cackling with mad laughter) as he carried out his nefarious deeds. Thereafter, Shinzaemon gathered his band of brothers and the last hour was just all-out slaughter between the 13 assassins, against Naritsugu's party of 250 (!!!) men in a remote village full of death traps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sptgi201K70/Thfi8sQRDHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/eVRgdXNnZE0/s1600/13assassinslordnaritsugu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sptgi201K70/Thfi8sQRDHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/eVRgdXNnZE0/s320/13assassinslordnaritsugu.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Naritsugu was the only one dressed in pristine white throughout the movie, irony being he was the evillest of them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The brilliance of the film lay in the execution of the story - laying the groundwork on why Naritsugu must be killed, the bonding and motives of the various Samurai, to the eventual climatic battle unto-death. It was engaging, it was gripping, it was BLOODY. It was funny in parts, too funny especially in the scenes involving the last assassin, Kiga, a mountain hunter-cum-potential mountain spirit, and the cinema broke out into loud guffaws in spite of the serious themes involved. The Evil One and I still had time to admire several hunky Samurai (yums, ronin Hirayama) even as they were being sliced to pieces. Suffice to say, this being an almost one-sided contest, most of the assassins met a glorious (in their warped Samurai mentality) and gory end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We enjoyed ourselves tremendously, with the Evil One proclaiming it was one of the best movies she had seen in a long time. I wouldn't go that far, since I was never fond of violent movies, but it was a movie that was definitely worth all the time and money you spent on it. Thankfully in spite of my fears, I was too tired to have a nightmare of a limbless woman crying blood emerging in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hmmm, me bad. My propensity to procrastinate on things is boundless. For example, if I had bothered to haul my own ass, I would have done LASIK a long time ago, and start to enjoy splendid vision for a much longer time. And, about 2 months after the event, I am FINALLY getting down to blogging about THE School Uniform Party the Evil One and I co-organised with a couple of other friends. Be warned: although I would be blurring the faces of the participants, if you don't think you can stomach seeing 30-somethings &amp;nbsp;dressing up as 16 and 17 year-olds (or even younger, hur hur), STOP READING NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The idea to hold this wacko party arose out of a fairly harmless conversation about my&amp;nbsp;predilection&amp;nbsp;for younger, hot men (shall not name names just in case he/they read this blog) with a group of friends. One of them, let's call him Z-san, suggested to Samurai T, that in order to hold onto my interest as a result of my "cougar" instincts, he should wear his old school uniform around the house. Somehow, one thing led to another, and we decided to re-visit our long gone youth by holding a School Uniform Party, and at the same time use this as a platform to raise some funds for the Japanese Earthquake and Tsunami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obviously I had thrown my school uniforms away donkey years ago, and in any case, I seriously doubt I could fit into any of those without rupturing the seams. The Evil One and I decided to embrace our inner sluts and go for the "Japanese School Girl" look, which stirs up all kinds of&amp;nbsp;objectionable&amp;nbsp;fantasies, and look something like this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2QkYvdqDPA/TgLTaCFs_6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/a2x2IAy_xS4/s1600/uniform1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2QkYvdqDPA/TgLTaCFs_6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/a2x2IAy_xS4/s320/uniform1.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is about the most conservative Japanese school girl look that I could find on the Internet. Obviously, the chaste "virgin" thingie ain't gonna work for us older folks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3K02EiDAF0/TgLUB5j7QMI/AAAAAAAAAds/pjzH9z68KGg/s1600/uniform2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3K02EiDAF0/TgLUB5j7QMI/AAAAAAAAAds/pjzH9z68KGg/s320/uniform2.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You cannot BELIEVE the number of PORN SITES that popped up the minute I googled "Japanese school girl image". I believe this is from one of those "adult" sites, even though this image actually looks quite innocent. This uniform actually looked REALLY similar to what The Evil One ultimately wore that night - right, right!?!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rDGbN11BHF4/TgLUE_qDGQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ocOCEvz6vcw/s1600/uniform3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rDGbN11BHF4/TgLUE_qDGQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ocOCEvz6vcw/s320/uniform3.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;The key thing about Japanese school uniforms is that the skirt has got to be SHORT. Very short indeed. The one I ended up buying was sooooo short half my butt was showing, much to Samurai T's horror. As I did not have slim thighs and long legs like this hot lady above, I had to wear tights so as not to look overly obscene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the beginning I was contemplating on going as &lt;b&gt;Sailor Moon&lt;/b&gt;, which was one of my favourite manga characters as a kid. The Evil One, Z-san and I made a trip down to a cosplay shop in town and indeed they had a Sailor Moon costume for rental. But I changed my mind immediately. If you don't know, or remember, Sailor Moon looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr4_Djx31qY/TgLcXXHkbqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Q7Qxj8J4mdE/s1600/sailor+moon_1242926568.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr4_Djx31qY/TgLcXXHkbqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Q7Qxj8J4mdE/s320/sailor+moon_1242926568.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;No way in the world am I going to be able to carry this off!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For one, her skirt cannot be in all honesty be classified as a "skirt". Two, the top is the tightest thing ever known to mankind. Three, I had to get a blond wig to complete the look. In the end, both of us decided to stick to good old Japanese schoolgirl uniforms which cost us SGD89 each!!! She had on a summer version, and I took on the winter, long-sleeved version. We both turned out looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-im4rCqKYk/TgLdfshWioI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sH0Xg4XaLX0/s1600/uniform4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K-im4rCqKYk/TgLdfshWioI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sH0Xg4XaLX0/s320/uniform4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;The Evil One and The Fat Geisha - how wonderful did we look?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We did up our hair in style - I had mine tied up in ponytails and she had on girly hair clips. I was totally in love with my seriously bright pink uniform - under poor lighting I was quite sure I could pass off as 16 years of age again. The party was a rocking success because many of our guests came dressed up to the nines, but I am not going to post all of them because it is such a chore to "pixel-late" faces.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r29QJqimH8U/TgLemSr_YDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/9gVMUXXLZ_c/s1600/uniform5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r29QJqimH8U/TgLemSr_YDI/AAAAAAAAAd8/9gVMUXXLZ_c/s320/uniform5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is us with Z-san, who is looking trim and fit in a local school uniform. We were supposed to be "seducing" an innocent school boy, but I don't think we succeeded. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sLVlShOQa8/TgLewQw9SqI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hmEKtFjuuXE/s1600/uniform6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sLVlShOQa8/TgLewQw9SqI/AAAAAAAAAeA/hmEKtFjuuXE/s320/uniform6.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;That's me, posing with a strawberry and trying to give off "come-hither" vibes. I think I failed on that count too! Don't you think those black tights are very slimming?!!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTGgCKHr9Mc/TgLiQrufL5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/JZ3kURNQuYU/s1600/uniform7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTGgCKHr9Mc/TgLiQrufL5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/JZ3kURNQuYU/s320/uniform7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;This was another one of our co-organisers, C-san, who was wearing the tightest imaginable shorts EVER, and yet still looking hilariously like a primary school boy. Insane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Despite our supposedly raunchy poses, it was a night of good, CLEAN fun. We were happily playing mahjong, and cards, and stuffing ourselves silly on a&amp;nbsp;scrumptious&amp;nbsp;Thai buffet spread that The Evil One sponsored (I forgot why it wasn't Japanese). Here's a pic to make you drool.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDY3sfDEDGs/TgLgeQGvX4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/1qyrFPXpww0/s1600/P1040397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDY3sfDEDGs/TgLgeQGvX4I/AAAAAAAAAeE/1qyrFPXpww0/s320/P1040397.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;So, so, so YUMMY......................!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ultimately, we did some good in the end. We raised &lt;b&gt;SGD 500&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(not a lot but it was a last minute gathering) for the Japanese Red Cross while having oodles of fun. Applause, applause, everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
P.S. If you are wondering why there are no pics of the Samurai here, he was wearing boring PE (Sports) attire because he couldn't find a uniform to fit his bulk. ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after two China related posts, the Evil One has been egging me on to post more Japanese stuff. She made a brilliant suggestion to blog about SMAP's Softbank ads. For those not in the know, Softbank is a multi-billion dollar telecommunications and media company and currently the only carrier of iPhone in Japan. What is so interesting (and mighty frustrating) is that SMAP recently came down to Singapore in March (!!!) to shoot the latest Softbank ad - the location being Singapore's newest architectural icon, the &lt;b&gt;Marina Bay Sands&lt;/b&gt;. And none of us knew of their top secret trip to Singapore UNTIL they had left the country!!! And we were all seething at the missed opportunity of catching the hot Kimura-san on our homeground. Bah! I could have brought him to eat chilli crab and other Singapore delicacies, you know....... (and do many other things WITH and TO him as well......)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, no use bawling over spilled milk. The Singapore Softbank ads are out, and I have been checking the various Softbank ads on Youtube and it appears that like the Gatsby ads, they have a signature tune, which in this case is Kylie's "Locomotion", accompanied by a cute little dance (which has been spoofed countless times). It goes something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ad is cool and fun at the same time, although as usual I don't quite see the link between mobile phones and their dance, but the Japanese definitely operate on a different mental plane from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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So let's check out the Singapore MBS version, where all of them look quite stunning decked out in white (especially YOU-KNOW-WHO):&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is also a talking component of the Singapore ad, but alas, my Japanese language skills are not quite there yet to be able to catch what they are gabbing about (something about the wonderful Internet connectivity in Singapore??), but the ending is hilarious because they turned our national icon, the Merlion, into "Maoto-san" - which looks like the Fox God I see in Japanese shrines.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/75AKb1Ay0Sk" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many other interesting and funny incarnations of the Softbank ads, and also the spoofs, which I will reserve for another post another day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's discuss more unpleasant stuff.... like China's public toilets. Where Japanese toilets are probably the best (and most sanitary) in the world (absolutely the BEST), China's are right at the other end of the spectrum. Just the thought of it gives me goosebumps (of the worst kind). Even before I went on my first trip to China, I have heard all sorts of horror stories, like most people. Thankfully since I stuck to the developed cities and stayed close to hotels for my baser needs, I did not encounter anything horrifying. But true exposure came fast and furious on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;
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My tolerance level for dirty toilets is ZERO, or even negative something something. For the life of me, I cannot comprehend why people do not see the need to flush toilets. It horrifies me to note that there are so many parts in the world where there are no proper toilets, and people do not really CARE. (Ok, they may have bigger things to worry about, like day-to-day survival, but STILL.) Is it any wonder then that I love Japan so much?? The toilets are soooo clean everywhere I go (even better than Singapore!!) that I probably can have meals inside!&lt;br /&gt;
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During my Silk Road sojourn, I have mastered the art of timing my pee times appropriately, holding it in for as long as humanly possible until we get to an acceptable restroom stop and drinking as little water as possible &amp;nbsp;in a super hot and dry climate. Since we made the trip with Samurai T's students, I had come to depend on their "toilet reviews" each time we reach a toilet stop (be it on the road or in a restaurant, etc.) "It's a C-plus!" or "It's very smelly!" or "There are no doors!" to "F-minus minus!!" or "You cannot see anything inside!". Music to my ears would be "It's very clean!" which I heard only once or twice during the entire 11-day trip, cleanest being a restaurant in Lanzhou where there was even a helpful and cheerful toilet lady to make sure even the sinks are not wet after use.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know how they (the Chinese) construct the sewage pipes in China, but people are not even allowed to flush toilet paper down the toilet for fear of clogging. (There is a similar practice in South Korea, if I remember correctly.) So waste paper are all conveniently deposited into a nearby bin. Already ewwww, right? It is even worse when the baskets are overflowing because no one bothers to clear it. You can only imagine the worst stench ever. The scariest I have encountered was at a restaurant in Urumqi where once you step onto the second level where there is a huge dining hall and where the toilets are located, your nasal orifices are hit by the most unbelievable smell EVER. I cannot imagine having to take my meals at any table on the second level because I would puke if I so much as draw a breath.&lt;br /&gt;
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And naturally because the level of civic consciousness is not there, there were numerous incidences of un-flushed toilets (maybe they were saving water?!?), and toilets where the walls were so low between cubicles you could actually have a chat with your neighbour when you are doing your business. The Chinese also do not quite understand the concept of privacy because many doors have no locks and/or locks are spoilt, and the tour group had lost count how many times we had accidentally opened the door to a user squatting over the hole. The girls in particular took turns to guard over each other's doors - lest someone decided to barge in! One particular memorable incident for me was during our visit to the Southern Pastures where the toilet was completely dark once the door was closed and it was literally a hole in the ground and there was no flush (!!!). The upside was you could see nothing disgusting; the downside was a snake could crawl out and you wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank God I survived but I need to visit Japan again soon to wipe away all the toilet trauma I had experienced on this holiday......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For one, I realised that China is not JUST about Beijing or Shanghai (Technically I KNOW it is bigger but I hope you get what I mean). It is bloody HUGE. Flight time from Beijing to Urumqi, Xinjiang, was 4.5 hours, which was about the distance between Singapore and Taiwan. The cultures and the people are vastly different, not just because they are from different ethnic groups, like the Uighurs and Kazakhs, but even the Han Chinese have very different behaviour, thoughts and outlooks on life, many times for the better I feel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities, which are designed to strike awe in the hearts of foreigners "Hear Ye, Hear Ye, China is a World Power!", I see sprawling landscapes, genuine human warmth, the ever widening income gulf between the haves and the have-nots, immense cultural treasures and exotic food. Instead of babbling endlessly, I think a picture speaks a thousand words. I will let my pictures speak for themselves. Enjoy your pictorial journey.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jgv1i5fnAZc/TfG5DE1Qk6I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7Z7rnRdg4S8/s1600/P1040747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jgv1i5fnAZc/TfG5DE1Qk6I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7Z7rnRdg4S8/s320/P1040747.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Fat Geisha always starts with food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Lamb skewers galore - Samurai T was chomping down like no tomorrow. Unfortunately, me no quite like mutton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OOUa2_xxIOs/TfG6w2fcCMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/hRBNharcUJk/s1600/P1040753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OOUa2_xxIOs/TfG6w2fcCMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/hRBNharcUJk/s320/P1040753.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;At the Xinjiang International Bazaar, Urumqi. One look and you can tell we are NOT in Beijing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wspMNgea9Hw/TfG65rVQc6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/1urYWej8yRI/s1600/P1040756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wspMNgea9Hw/TfG65rVQc6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/1urYWej8yRI/s320/P1040756.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Big ass red dates, one of the local produce. Shopoholic that I am, I bought, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5De9C0WM9c/TfG7CR1lIII/AAAAAAAAAcc/a3uqWDSpaJ4/s1600/P1040798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5De9C0WM9c/TfG7CR1lIII/AAAAAAAAAcc/a3uqWDSpaJ4/s320/P1040798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;We went to the Southern Pastures of Urumqi to check out the grasslands. Unfortunately part of the slopes were converted to ski resorts - urgh,&amp;nbsp;commercialization! But still we saw some nice landscapes and this Kazak cattle boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2os5j76Tvbo/TfG7MiLYHXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PBIp0sER2b0/s1600/P1040804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2os5j76Tvbo/TfG7MiLYHXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/PBIp0sER2b0/s320/P1040804.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;A lovely Uighur family. We ordered a lot of lamb skewers from this man, who manages a small roadside stall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tv1FUNh-t4/TfG7THPb5mI/AAAAAAAAAck/1ylNndeifVI/s1600/P1040854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tv1FUNh-t4/TfG7THPb5mI/AAAAAAAAAck/1ylNndeifVI/s320/P1040854.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;You see a lot of interesting architecture in Western China, which is heavily influenced by Central Asian and Islamic cultures. This is the lobby of our hotel in Turpan. Great lobby, but gross rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0qR5gJ6Isk/TfG7asLRuaI/AAAAAAAAAco/_7_bXcp5kqQ/s1600/P1040929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G0qR5gJ6Isk/TfG7asLRuaI/AAAAAAAAAco/_7_bXcp5kqQ/s320/P1040929.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;One of the UNESCO sites we visited in Turpan, Jiaohe City - a 3,000 year old city situated at the crossroads of the Silk Road. Amazingly well preserved, and equivalent in awesomeness to some of the sites I visited in Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2eLRDdlLkA/TfG7hVUvKiI/AAAAAAAAAcs/g-2VdneLJzs/s1600/P1040947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c2eLRDdlLkA/TfG7hVUvKiI/AAAAAAAAAcs/g-2VdneLJzs/s320/P1040947.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;The Emin Minaret - more than 400 years old and now one of the largest mosque in Xinjiang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBHkkyx1JFQ/TfG71aHm-QI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YaKL4Wofgy8/s1600/P1040970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBHkkyx1JFQ/TfG71aHm-QI/AAAAAAAAAcw/YaKL4Wofgy8/s320/P1040970.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;At the Flaming Mountain of the "Journey to the West" fame. Notorious for being one of the hottest places on earth. It certainly lived up to its reputation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2yWBTwF9ho/TfG8Ap91shI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qooHoAcCfIA/s1600/P1050002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2yWBTwF9ho/TfG8Ap91shI/AAAAAAAAAc0/qooHoAcCfIA/s320/P1050002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;We visited an Uighur family who produced and sell grapes for a living. All sun-dried, hand-picked, no funny chemicals and preservatives. And they tasted wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ynX1c-IGrw/TfG8JPgs_HI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DOENfn_x2Wg/s1600/P1050045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ynX1c-IGrw/TfG8JPgs_HI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DOENfn_x2Wg/s320/P1050045.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Another UNESCO site at Dunhuang, Gansu Province - the Mogao Grottoes or Caves famed for its Buddhist art over the span of 1,000 years. Very impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qGRREAU5cqg/TfG8RPHmuDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/1rBdv89Dlxc/s1600/P1050088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qGRREAU5cqg/TfG8RPHmuDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/1rBdv89Dlxc/s320/P1050088.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;On this trip we cut across 2 deserts - the Gobi Desert and the Takalaman Desert. Here we are at the Echoing-Sand Mountain and Crescent Spring in Dunhuang. The sand is sooooo fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs5sNoDLDyg/TfG8XsFK23I/AAAAAAAAAdA/AsHsBb7swVg/s1600/P1050089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs5sNoDLDyg/TfG8XsFK23I/AAAAAAAAAdA/AsHsBb7swVg/s320/P1050089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;The Crescent Spring which is a natural spring which springs out in the middle of all that sand. Miraculous really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhxQY9_XgWU/TfG8e4Kd8aI/AAAAAAAAAdE/fLssDLOhRTA/s1600/P1050153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhxQY9_XgWU/TfG8e4Kd8aI/AAAAAAAAAdE/fLssDLOhRTA/s320/P1050153.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;We visited the Western end of the Great Wall of China at Jiayuguan, built in the Ming Dynasty. It was a spectacular looking fort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bVNQ-034BXI/TfG8l8psPEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/XFlf5E-Nf-M/s1600/P1050161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bVNQ-034BXI/TfG8l8psPEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/XFlf5E-Nf-M/s320/P1050161.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Our Silk Road journey in map - unfortunately we did not go all the way down to Xi-An, the ancient Chinese capital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAV2OjskWi8/TfG8uU7pVsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ecpvskP9igk/s1600/P1050179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uAV2OjskWi8/TfG8uU7pVsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ecpvskP9igk/s320/P1050179.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;A section of the Great Wall known as the Overhanging or Cantilever Great Wall, rebuilt in the 1980s and so-named for looking like it was hanging over a cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OwQwkGV7gFw/TfG81k4-64I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_hsQN6C0Avg/s1600/P1050186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OwQwkGV7gFw/TfG81k4-64I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_hsQN6C0Avg/s320/P1050186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Those vast vast landscapes of nothingness. Makes me wonder how all those ancient traders of Silk Road survived. Certainly very harsh conditions, even with all our modern day conveniences!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8onHtRlaeWI/TfG88hKu3cI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OAtDkBwJICw/s1600/P1050248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8onHtRlaeWI/TfG88hKu3cI/AAAAAAAAAdU/OAtDkBwJICw/s320/P1050248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Our last stop at Lanzhou, where we visited the Yellow River, the cradle of Chinese civilisation. Muddy yellow indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGOw2q5AKyk/TfG9GHBQFoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YgimxYRg9pE/s1600/P1050275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGOw2q5AKyk/TfG9GHBQFoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YgimxYRg9pE/s320/P1050275.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;So I end with another food picture - Lanzhou's famous beef ramen, which was SUPER delicious! Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, tonight I am going on a 10-day journey with the Samurai to China, who is leading a bunch of students there for some cultural discovery. Yeah I know, not too happening going with students, but short of crying myself to sleep from loneliness when he is away, I decided to tag along for the ride. Besides, the Silk Road part of China is somewhere I haven't been too, and sounds totally exotic, although I have butterflies in my stomach thinking whether I can adjust to the food there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Will be back on 8 June, and after I recover from what is surely going to be an immensely tiring trip, I PROMISE I will get my blogging groove back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It appears that I am not going to be prolific in blogging this month either, or even the next, because I am going with the Samurai on a school trip to Northern China in a week's time, for 10 days. Trust me, I wished we were going to Japan instead, like, why don't they include Japanese history in the school syllabus, right?! All the Samurais, Ninjas and Shoguns make for many interesting stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still don't have sufficient inspiration to blog about the Uniform Party, so I will be posting about my recent yummy experience at this new Japanese restaurant in Singapore: The&lt;b&gt; Sandaime Bunji &lt;/b&gt;(which means the "3rd Generation of Mr Bunji").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My secret admirers will know about my tragic botched holiday trip to Sendai in March, my dreams of a wonderful time gorging on local food and sightseeing foiled by a furious Mother Nature. (I refuse to say it is an Act of God, cos my God is not vindictive.) Anyway, one of our glorious plans was to try the famous (or infamous) local dish of &lt;i&gt;gyutan&lt;/i&gt;, which is grilled beef TONGUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;History of Gyutan (from Wikipedia):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gyūtan was created when Sano Keishirō, the owner of a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakitori" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Yakitori"&gt;yakitori&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;restaurant in Sendai, opened a new restaurant that served cow tongue dishes in 1948. This restaurant was called Tasuke (太助), and is still considered one of the best places to eat gyūtan in Sendai. Sano decided to open this restaurant to use cow tongues and tails left over by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Occupied_Japan" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Occupied Japan"&gt;occupation&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;forces, which were stationed in Sendai after Japan was defeated in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_II" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="World War II"&gt;World War II&lt;/a&gt;. Gyūtan was initially considered a rather unusual dish, but gradually gained popularity throughout Japan, partially because&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salaryman" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Salaryman"&gt;white collar workers&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;who were transferred from Sendai spread its reputation to other cities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Both the Samurai and I saw the dish being introduced and sampled in an episode of &lt;b&gt;Japan Hour&lt;/b&gt;, which left us salivating for more. We were both beef lovers you see (which sort of explains our weight) and although I was feeling a bit squeamish about eating a TONGUE, I was feeling adventurous too. Cut a long story short, after we got over the shock of the massive earthquake and tsunami, and our narrow escape, we felt disappointed that we would not be able to visit Sendai and eat the delicacy anytime in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;BUTTTTTT, God has other plans. Soon, we heard about Sandaime Bunji opening a restaurant at Millenia Walk in Singapore, and its specialty was.....&lt;i&gt;Gyutan&lt;/i&gt;!!! As soon as we had free time, we rushed down to get a taste. Alas! The first visit was a non-event as we did not make reservations and it was FULL HOUSE. (Many expat Japanese were eating there - a good sign.) So before our second visit, we made sure we had a reservation and appeared right on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A small cosy restaurant, totally Japanese in decor with a central open cooking area where all the action took place, we were given seats at the counter where we could see the chefs prepare our meals, including grilling those famous tongues in fiery situations (beware the smoke drifting your way though). We took the easy way out and ordered set meals: a Kaki-fried cum &lt;i&gt;gyutan &lt;/i&gt;set for me and stewed beef and &lt;i&gt;gyutan &lt;/i&gt;set for the Samurai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The &lt;i&gt;gyutan &lt;/i&gt;was totally aromatic. It was flavourful and the grilling brought all the myraid flavours to the forefront. It tasted like beef, but the texture was springy, similar to&amp;nbsp;abalone&amp;nbsp;but not too rubbery. My fried oysters were perfect and the batter excellent. The &lt;i&gt;mugimeshi &lt;/i&gt;rice (rice mixed with barley bits) was superb, and it felt very healthy eating it (as the Samurai noted, we were not just eating empty carbo). The clear ox-tail soup was one of my favourites - it was fantastic!!! (And I don't even like ox-tail!) The only strange thing for us was the tororo (grated yam paste - the beige thing in the middle in the picture below) - it did not taste like yam to me, and the texture was strange. Samurai chose not to eat it at all, thinking it was like &lt;i&gt;Natto&lt;/i&gt;. I ate half. The Samurai loved the beef stew though, the meat was so soft it literally melted in the mouth. He finished everything in a hurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Our final bill came up to about SGD70++, which included free flow green tea. My conclusion? If you don't dwell on the fact that you were eating beef tongue, it was actually very tasty. For the money, we had an enjoyable meal, and the&amp;nbsp;ambiance was authentic enough for us to pretend we were dining somewhere in Japan. In any case, we were grateful we could finally try out &lt;i&gt;gyutan&lt;/i&gt;, without having to go all the way to Sendai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to the Evil One, I have something to share with you before I work on a longer post about our recent adventures at a School Uniform Party, which we organised with friends to help raise some funds for the Japan Earthquake and Tsunami. It was SOME PARTY, let me tell you! But you've got to wait a little longer as I organise my thoughts and pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the Evil One posted this video out of our mutual love for Kimura-san, so that I could admire his bulging biceps (and they were REALLY bulging, mind you). Unlike previous ads which I have shared here, this is not from Gatsby but the hot Kimura was plugging for Nissin cup noodles. But like his Gatsby ads, this one was equally hilarious and nonsensical, bulging biceps not withstanding. I am AMAZED how he can do all these crazy things with such a straight face, but I am thinking, from the way he worked his tanned and glorious biceps, it would have been far more appropriate if he was advertising chicken drumsticks, because he looks simply DELICIOUS. Imagine having those arms wrapped around you and you can take a bite off....!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, the video is here. Have fun&amp;nbsp;fantasizing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y2sAdJV5QtA" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5944221860475883303-6399499803332337619?l=fat-geisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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