Bits and odd bods

The news was reporting methods for solving pachinko addiction last night. I think putting the addicts to sleep would be most effective. It is the most absurd, pointless pursuit a person can have, but in summer women have left babies to die in cars because of it.

The news was slightly more interesting than the terrible Ben Affleck film I had to endure. I have watched more shite TV here than I had in my entire lifetime prior to coming to Japan (and I really had put in some hours back home). This was a terrible made-for-TVish film about a casino heist (a talentless Ashton Kutcher was a patron of said casino) flukily pulled off by some ex-cons, though there was a `clever` twist to who was the real mastermind. I won`t spoilt it for anyone who has yet to see it as I can`t be bothered to explain it.

Sachiko, the genkiest Menopause Sister, sang me a song in Japanese in class to explain the Children`s Festival. She had no sense of embarrassment what so ever, though the other two compensated for this and squirmed miserably until she finished. I also had to teach them the words `revealing`, `low-cut` (which they then used to describe my outfit) and `push-up bra` (unrelated to my outfit and very popular in China, apparently).

This week`s lessons have revolved around descriptions and guessing my hobbies, which has been amusing and awkward in equal measure. A slimy new student who always letches on the utterly beautiful receptionist guessed I went to the gym twice a week - his eyes are only for Mariko, so I like to imagine his surprise was genuine when I said `actually never` and I made my Live Wires describe my character: sporty, kind, funny and polite. As concept checks go, this should have forced me to re-teach the vocab, but I think they were just going for words they could remember and spell.