Embrace the Panda: Stories from Foreigners Living in Japan

You've heard the rest, but post the best! Open to any funny, strange, or scary stories about living in Japan (as a foreigner or local). Though the posts are in English, anyone is welcome to add a great story. You just have to request membership.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Bop Part II

Two things that Japanese kids love are:

1) Janken (rock paper scissors, taken to an unbelievably new heights)
2) Head Bopping

Well, they've finally managed to combine the two into a game of fierce gladitorial combat, and it's called "Tata-ite, Kabu-ite."

Basically you rock paper scissors, and the winner takes a swing, while the loser has to cover their head with both hands. It's a quick game, and the object is to 1) win the Janken, and 2) swing fast and hard so that you can whack the other person before they move into blocking position.

It's hilarous to watch, and even more fun to play. You can see where games like "Street Fighter" and "Tekken" got their inspiration from! My 9th grade girls taught me the game today, and boy those bitches opened up a can of whoop-ass. What a slaughter! Wait'll next week, I'll teach them the "slaps" game from America and then we'll see who's bopping who...

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Kids Are Kids: The Stinky Finger

I offer no names and I qualify this story with the fact that throughout the world, kids are kids. While teaching a private English lesson to a more energetic child I was reminded that man and monkeys do share characteristics. We were moving right along. He was interacting and speaking very clearly."The car is red..."

Suddenly, without a pause in his reading, he reached down into the back of his pants and itched his crack. Now, I didn't really see where that hand went, but the movement of the body - side shift side arch - made it obvious. He withdrew his hand "That car is blue..." and sniffed his finger. It was not until this point that a look of amuesment immediately followed by a shy shame came to his face.

My mouth dropped open, he had a habit of trying to scratch my hands with his nails! Ewww. Rapidly, "stop. come wash your hands. USE the SOAP! Don't touch me." Kids are kids. Kids are kids. Kids are monkeys...