Good to address you again, my readers. Little has transpired lately. Assumption Tennis doesn't get going again until March 20 (see here), though we have been training since January, as I, Atobe, made note of on my Facebook. (Unfortunately, our Athlete was back in Japan when the team portrait was taken, and is not on the roster.) But given our hard work of late, it will be worth the wait. Leslie has even promised to come see the game, since he's only seen tennis on The Prince of Tennis so far, and, despite my assurances, he doubts it could really be so interesting. In return, I promised to attend the poetry reading in the d'Alzon library tomorrow evening.

Moreover, the season of Lent, a time of repentance and inner reform, has begun. I, Atobe, have resolved to attend daily Mass more often, though it's always hard to fit that into a tight course schedule. Other than that, sadly, there is little I, Atobe, can do to take up our Lord's cross. Though I didn't celebrate St. Valentine's Day, in Japan all the women give chocolates to the guys on February 14. Usually guys are out of the frying pan until March 14--White Day--but as a Christian gentleman, it meant I simply couldn't give up sweets like Leslie has, for fear of having the ladies think they've been rejected when I take a pass on the Whitman's samplers. And as my underblogger will tell you, the stations of the cross in the AC chapel are best left unmentioned. I will be more ascetical, to be sure, but how to partake in Lent? I do have a nifty violet three-piece suit, but it's a bit too festive, so I wore it when a few of my Hyotei friends visited for Fat Tuesday.
















Be awed at the sight of my prowess!