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100JapaneseThings.com
A collaboration to help folks (and each other) find Japanese stuff:
We post links to/info on fun Japanese things, and little explanations of the Japanese involved.
The Alpaca Song
I wrote and recorded this for you. Because you need a song about alpacas, don’t you?
The Annual Kid Ethnic Valentine
Because I love you so much.
KID ETHNIC IS WRITTEN BY:
saleem
who updates from Japan and sometimes India.
FROM THE START:
The Quarter-Japanese Kid hits up the homeland
Tokyo Silence
I'm Oriented
Tilting Towards Kumamoto
Fish Heads and Public Nudity
Halfie the Half-blood falls off his bike
And furthermore: Halfie the Half-blood Breaks a Chair
I Don't Know if I Like Pippi Longstalkings
Tanboy Eats Fish Eyeball
Japanese Communists are Cuddly
Test Your Halfblood Knowledge!
I Scare Small Children
It Was Like a Cuteworld Abby Road
Today's Post Contains Bees. And Profanity.
Typhoons Will Not Stop Me
The Sun Also Sets
Quick Note: Saleem is Not Dead
CORRECTION: Typhoons Scare Me. Lots.
Watch the Tan Kid Blush
Call for Entries: Name My Kids
The Youth Are Quick and True
Open Letter: To the Breaker at City Hall
Halfie Gets a Verbal Sucker Punch
The Kumamoto Drunken Horse Fest
Japanese Houses Hate Halfie's Head
How to Start Your Japanese Rock Band
Halfie's Personal Dignity on Decline
Japanese Sports Day: I Train Young Warriors
Theory: Three Strange Occurences Per Hour
How to Win an iPod While Dressed as a Typhoon
Winnie the (drunken) Pooh
The Earth Quakes
Collecting Japanese Salmon Sperm
Illiterate at 26
Japan's Children Ignore Homeboy's Toothless Face
Japanese Genius Boy Answers Your Question
Our Students Have Respect . For Nelly.
The Young Boxers
Dear 27% of America (Kid Ethnic Registers)
Please Do Not Attempt to Step to My Japanese Rock Band
My tour guides here in Kumamoto City are a group of four students from Yushinkan High School.
They are very sweet. They rarely speak. When asked a question, they all four huddle, converse, and then agree upon an answer.
I was introduced to them by Nathan, who gave me fair warning of their shyness.

Their silence is confusing and charming.
They hopped on their bikes, and I (cautiously) hopped on my own and they led me to my homestay.
Immediately after meeting my homestay family, I was told we were off to have a barbecue. I’m not sure if this is a traditional Japanese family thing to do, or if they were catering to my American-ness. But I enjoy meat and fire.
So we loaded the dog into the car and headed to Lake Ezu-ko.

The dad fired up the grill, the kids collected kindling, and the mom distributed tiny little folding cloth and metal chairs for each of us to sit on.
We each picked a beverage and tossed it into the water to chill.

They were the tiniest little things, and I marveled at their ability to hold our weight. I ate my food, still in my jetlagged daze.
Then my little chair exploded. I mean, just shot apart beneath me. I didn’t feel like I fell so much as I had just been teleported flat onto the ground.
I wore my salad home. No injuries sustained.
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Halfie the Half-blood falls off his bike | I Don't Know if I Like Pippi Longstalkings
— Jim Ray 1363 days ago #
I’ll be sure to make frequent funny faces, in case there are cameras.
— saleem 1363 days ago #