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While I was away, all my email was deleted. So, if you sent anything important, please resend it.

My last newsletter had a lot of spelling errors; I was really tired. I still sorta feel pretty crappy and I’m wondering how long this lasts. 11 hours time difference will kick yer ass.

I went to Japan to make a movie and tour with A to Z. “Home Sweet Battlefield” is staring Hashimoto, Sonim, Kasai, Nicholas Petis from DDT , Predator, myself, Katsuya, Taskamuto, Nakamura and others from all over and will be released-they’re hoping worldwide (which probably means everywhere EXCEPT America…)-in Spring or Summer.

Day 1: Ooh, this is way too early to get up. I only just got in bed at 4 and am back up at 6, courtesy of my cat walking on my head. Hafta get up anyway, so I’m off to the airport. Last chance for an American breakfast, so I indulge in a yummy $9.00 bacon, egg and cheese sandwich.  Good thing, too, because on the plane, the only choices were fish or lasagna. Yuck. Nothing completes an 18-hour flight quite like a screaming baby. I’ve come to the conclusion that Japanese children are as bratty as American kids.

Day 2: It's gorgeous and green here. Until night time. The hotel has no heat. Actually, nothing in Japan is centrally heated, so I stayed up all night watching my own breath freeze. Training day. I’m to learn Brazilian Capoeira fighting, including a lot of unusual kicks. It originated as slave fighting. With their hands chained, the slaves learned to kick and work around small, tight areas. My translator, Yuki, told me this. She is great and I’m enjoying her company a lot. Especially the Japanese dirty-word lessons. Apparently, Boston is famous for…get this…no, not the food, the nightlife and definitely not the sports. We’re internationally famous for the New Kids On The Block. Makes me glad I’m from Philly, where we’re famous for things with a bit more substance-like cheese steaks, the statue of “Rocky”(our made-up white boxing champion) Tastykakes and Aretha Franklin. Incidentally, NKOTB was how teeny, pretty Yuki learned Engrish. Or, in her case, Engwish. She has this sweet way of turning L into W so things sounded really cute. Especially when she asked if I’d like an omwette for lunch.

Day 3: Oh, my God, am I sore. What is with the corn fixation over here? Corn in soup, salads-it’s everywhere. Corn should never, and I mean NEVER be on pizza.

Interesting stuff: With too many cars on the roads, you can lose your license here for minor things, including a parking ticket. Japanese police can legally hold you for 23 days before charging you. I’m to be working with Sonim, a Korean/Japanese singing pop star who is their equivalent to our Shakira.

Day 4: Off. Holy shiznit. I’m sore. I expected hard, but this has exceeded all expectations. I don’t think I’m in as good a shape as I’d thought I was in. Note to self: consider Tae Bo when home. If kicking makes me hurt like this, it HAS to be good. I tried to walk it off and look for food. Japan was absolutely gorgeous at this time of year. Very sunny, dry and ever so slightly nipplely. While attempting to find a steak (nothing but noodles and fried food in Shinjuko!) I seemed to find many bold Japanese businessmen. They were just walking right up to me to say, “Harrow!” Not expected, since I don’t tend to be the typical Asian man’s fantasy girl (who is petite, slender and very blond with large breasts. Well, I have that part down). It’s only been a week and I’ve already read 3 books. Not good, since I only brought 4. What is torture? Japanese TV. Yuki rescues me by taking me to the bookstore for foreigners. I fork over a good chunk of my paycheck for more books.( If you’re interested in Japan, I would recommend reading “Bang Devils” by Patrick Foss. I found all the references to be accurate and it’s a cool book about 2 Americans trying to rob the girl’s Japanese boyfriend.)This is the first time I haven’t seen ridiculously swollen, bloated kids all year. There are no fat people here. Yuki thinks it because their national drink is unsweetened tea and ours is soda and juice. I think it’s because everyone walks, the portions are smaller, no corn syrup and the food is just too damn expensive. A trip to the convenience store (one on every corner) will run you $11-15 just for a small thing of coffee, milk, ! bread, a teeny salad and a small single-service cheese. I found a little market not in the touristy area where water and bananas were half as expensive as the convenience store and I had to speak Japanese to shop there, but I was still going broke trying to eat. Two small bananas and a liter of waters was about $5 in Japan. I ended up settling for bread (forbidden on my diet) because I could a.) Identify it b.) it filled me up and c.) it was one of the cheapest things to eat at about $1.00/1.50 a roll. Screw it-I needed nourishment. I can work it off when I get home.

Day 5:More training. Different trainer this time who was also a stunt guy working in China, originally from USA. He beat the other girl and me up and I think I ended up with a broken foot on a stiff kick when the top of my foot connected with her elbow point instead. Gat-DAMN! That hurt. This was to be the first of many annoying little hurts I’d gather and work through while shooting. However, the medical supplies there are loads better. They have something called Cold Spray, which immediately reduces swelling and medicated icing sheets that stick to your skin. We are AMERICA, why don’t we have this? We’re supposed to be the so-called world leaders, so big and strong and all that bullshit. Ow. My foot. Oh, and I’m writing to Kit Kat because we’re totally getting the shaft. In the UK, they have chocolate-orange Kit Kat. In Japan, they have White Chocolate. Both are much better than our version. Why is it we get the same boring lame flavor when we flipping created the bar?  I say we petition. Icing sheets, Kit Kats, fat kids--we are really slacking as a nation.

Day 6: Cable wire training. You know, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon stuff. I fight Zero One’s Kasai (otherwise known as Monkey Boy), then Hashimoto, then I challenge Sonim to a death match that culminates X men style in an electric bathtub. Sexy. And very cold, lemme tell you. Sonim was very popular on the set. Barely 20, she IS gorgeous and sweet. And well trained. I was surprised how good her fighting was; she was better than a lot of wrestlers I’ve seen. Men and reporters kept coming by the set to gawk at her, all of which she handled really well.

Day 7: My outfit rocks.  Half athletic, half Dominatrix-tight, short red leather costume, which fits my character Eva. (Pronounced 'A-va') I also have tattoos added to my arms, stomach and face to look more  Yakuza (mafia)-like. Almost no one is tatoo'd in Japan except the mafia. Oh, and wrestlers. Kasai and I did a rather elaborate scene resulting in my almost landing on my head once or twice and accidentally getting punched in the eye, but all turned out well in the end. I felt sorry for Kasai, because many times he was stuck for long shots with all my weight across his neck.

Day 8: Eva vs. Hashimoto, who was really easy to work with. We do many of our own stunts, but also have doubles. I’m absolutely massive for a female in Japan, and was very relieved to meet up with Sara Del Ray later who is even bigger. The two of us got some priceless stares. My double, Junior, is a Japanese guy who’s a trained luchador and is exactly my height and shoulder width. They couldn’t find a female big enough over there. But he’s great and makes me look good. Sonim has two; one male for the gymnastics stunts and one female for the fight scenes. Junior had to pad his butt and I swear he has nicer boobs! It’s funny to see him turn girly once the copper wig is on…brushing at his hair, adjusting cleavage and pulling the shorts out of his butt. I’m starting to hate my outfit, which is teeny and tight and rubbing some of my body raw. Like my underarms.

Day 9: Day off. Boy do I feel tired and sore! With bug bites all over. There are big, huge, fuck off bugs here. Why do they refuse to die in this cold? 16 hours of shooting yesterday, which is normal. We start at 7 am and end at midnight, going to the hotel only to sleep a few hours before heading back to the studio. I’m finding on my days off I just want to be alone without the stress of having to keep up with conversing and explain myself many times. I’m trying my best to learn as much Japanese as I can, but it’s not an easy language. Obviously, the quicker I can learn, the better off I’ll be.

Day 10-12: Fight scene with Sonim. This includes getting wet-really wet, bloody, soapy and lots of slippery athletics. I REALLY hate this outfit now. I have red marks all over, in addition to a mass quantity of bug bites. Despite being tired (and itchy), everyone is very patient with each other. Towards the end, the overworked director, who speaks both languages, started yelling English directions to Japanese actors. Mid shoot the final day, an earthquake hit. Freaked me out. Everything shook and creaked-I thought the set was going to collapse, but it ended as quickly as it started. The actors, jaded to quakes, kept going. My tits still have their own fan club over here, with women just walking up to me and grabbing them. Sonim was no exception to this, and I don’t know, it’s just pretty funny to have a cluster of Japanese girls grabbing your boobs, then saying “oh, sugoi!” (“wow”.)