#corona in japanese

[chernobog13]

Ultraman Zero's Strong Corona and Luna Miracle forms.

[noblesvacation]

I haven't been posting consistent updates when the Japanese manga chapters come in on Corona EX, but aaaaaAAAAAAA SOMETHING INCREDIBLE IS COMING SOON

anyway: book bribery

[solradguy]

I think there would be less problems in the world if more people were able to read a newspaper from a country on the opposite side of the Earth from their own. There's just something about reading the daily news from a country so far away and seeing that they have a lot of the same difficulties or celebrations the newspaper at your local corner store will tell you about.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

STILL DON'T BELIEVE COVID WAS BORN IN A LABORATORY? SAKEVI HAS A VACCINE TO SELL YOU.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a G.I.S.M._Corona Virus-themed T-shirt design by the late, great Sakevi Yokoyama (196?-2023l, and a Beast Arts/stlTH production. Official merch.

Source: www.picuki.com/media/2469120806778555700.

[yuthana]

Vintage retro car litho tin. Toyota Corona mark2 1900 GSL car Japan tin friction powered. Toys Nomura brand Made in Japan.

(Sold Out)

[shaktiknowledgeblog]

tomato flu | flu | influenza | influenza vaccine | Japanese | Flu Cases in Japan | Corona | influenza vaccine

Japan suffering from flu after Corona! With more than 51 thousand cases in 1 week, the risk of an epidemic increased Flu Cases in Japan: Data shows that nearly 5,000 surveillance medical institutions in all 47 prefectures of Japan have reported a total of more than 51,000 influenza cases during a regular seven-day period. In the week ending January 29, the number of flu patients across Japan…

[veoautos]

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Toyota Corona Liftback Serie T130 Chile 1981.

[photovsky]

コロナにかかった コロナになった I got infected by Corona. ❗️point 風邪（かぜ）は、【ひきます】 👉わたしは風邪をひきました。 コロナ/インフルエンザは、【かかりました/なりました】 👉コロナにかかりました。 #nihongo #日本語 #文法 #japanesephrase #corona #japones #コロナ #dailyjapanese #日常会話 #日语 #japanese #japaneseclass #japaneselesson https://www.instagram.com/p/CoCqKS5SkVn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[yassmeenmohmoud]

Hello Kitty Face Mask 😷 😍

[ninibeingdelulu]

Welcome to Berlin

synopsis-> Leaving your own country for his, you discover a totally different world. But at least, he’s with you.

wc-> 800

a/n-> special edition 4 my man only >.< and new design’s coming for my whole blog!!

The crisp chill of an early Berlin morning instantly prickled your exposed cheeks as soon as you stepped outside, far colder than any late autumn day back in Japan.

Hugging your thick woolen coat tighter, you tilted your face up to squint against the bright sunlight glinting off the city's sleek modern facades and windows.

"You'll get used to the temperature swings around here soon enough, liebling."

Michael's low, honeyed rasp rolled out in puffs of vapor beside your ear. His arm snaked around your waist, palm splayed possessively over the small of your back as he tucked you firmly against his side.

"These German winters are no joke."

You offered him a wordless hum and smile, simply basking in the solid, radiating warmth of his toned striker's body enveloping you like a furnace.

Little daily moments like these hazy morning strolls still felt almost dreamlike - the fact you'd truly uprooted your entire life in Japan just to follow this tempestuous blond firecracker across the world.

Not that you had a single regret. You'd choose the leap into the unknown alongside Michael a thousand times over.

As if sensing the introspective turn your thoughts had taken, he paused to swing you around until you were directly in his path.

Those piercing blue irises danced over your face with unchecked wonderment, palming your jaw to tip your features towards the brilliant sunshine haloing his hair in coronas of incandescent gold.

"Beautiful."

Michael husked in an unguarded moment of worship, caressing the arch of one cheekbone with his thumb.

You could never resist the swell of affection that tugged your heart sideways at those rare candid displays.

"Alright hotshot," you chuckled briskly to diffuse the rapidly thickening tension charging the morning air.

Using both palms flat on his firm chest to apply backwards pressure, you side-stepped smoothly away.

"Weren't you just telling me the other day about some crazy delicious new Bavarian bakery around the corner here?"

He flashed you a wolfish grin - catching your unspoken deflection easily - before slinging one long muscular arm loosely around your shoulders to resume strolling.

That tell-tale smug glint in his eye was clear even beneath the shadow of his snapback as he dipped his face closer.

"Oh, is that what the lady's craving? Should've known it'd be something sweet."

You hip-checked him playfully as the two of you navigated through the maze of residential streets enjoying each other's familiar banter.

"What can I say? All this freezing northern weather instantly makes me crave warm, gooey carbs. Lead the way to that sugary promised land, mikka"

Every now and then, Michael would pause your leisurely pace to waggle a finger sternly at some foreign street sign or landmark, coaching the proper pronunciation in his deep, throaty accent.

Committing each phrase and vocabulary word to memory with an eagerness that never failed to make his chest puff up with masculine pride whenever you repeated them back perfectly.

He took such unabashed delight in meticulously guiding you through the ins and outs of his native tongue despite your initial shyness over how thickly accented your Japanese sounded to him at first.

Impromptu German lessons on the street had quickly blossomed into an impromptu tradition whenever the two of you went exploring his hometown together.

You would have thought back to the shy, timid girl you'd been before falling for this wild tempest of a German striker nervously struggling to string together the most basic hello and thank you in Japanese for his first month in Japan.

Now, Michael delighted in witnessing just how ferociously determined and adaptable you'd become in chasing after him wholeheartedly into the unfamiliar world of Berlin.

Eventually, tantalizing scents of butter, cinnamon and mouthwatering yeasty dough grew too overpowering to resist.

Michael chivalrously kept pulling the heavy oak bakery door open wide and ushering you ahead into the tiny shop's cramped interior.

Warm, cheerful lighting spilled across tidy glass cases displaying all manner of crusty breads and delectably glistening confections.

He hovered behind as you slowly perused each tantalizing offering - chest pressed flush along your back, muscular forearms caging you in bracketed along the counter's edge.

"So," Michael rumbled lowly into the sensitive whorls of your ear, eliciting a shiver you were certain he felt ripple through your whole frame.

"What looks like it'll hit the spot for getting my best girl all warmed up and satisfied this morning?"

Heat blossomed across your cheeks, equally from both the fluster over his suggestive tone as well as the rich, sweet perfume of baking spices and buttery pastries swirling tantalizingly.

You somehow managed to swallow thickly against the sudden tightness in your throat while motioning towards one particularly plump, sugar-dusted selection - "That...um, that one looks amazing."

Michael chuckled lowly, every exhale stirring the wispy hairs along your nape, before flagging down the kind elderly baker behind the counter to place your order.

You basked in the full-bodied bliss of inhaling the piping hot pastry's rapturous aroma with your first eager bite as you wandered back outside - snuggling ever nearer into the shelter of Michael's embrace.

Whatever grand adventure still lay ahead in this brand new country, you knew you were more than ready to face it all...so long as this fierce whirlwind of a hotshot striker never stopped making you weak at the knees like this.

[seat-safety-switch]

"He is named Mr. Biscuits. But she... she is named Ms. Biscotti."

I have been volunteering at the animal shelter over the last couple of weeks, as part of my court-ordered community service. Before that, I was out on the highway, picking up garbage. Unfortunately for me, I was tempted by a broken-down Chrysler Imperial on the side of the road, and attempted to fix it to help out the owner, and not at all to drive away with it at high speed. This drew the ire of my supervisor, who shot me with a beanbag round.

Sub-lethal ammunition aside, the animal shelter had been treating me quite well. They gave me water and snacks, for instance, and I got to become friends with a grumpy old tabby who would only piss in the box when I was around. Everything was going according to plan, until it happened.

"Here are the new enrichment toys for these cats. Ooh, they look so realistic. Here's a little Toyota Corolla–"

It was clearly a Toyota Corona, but I can see how someone born in this country, and who had failed to be educated about Japanese domestic market shitboxes would miss that. I took a deep breath, lowered my heart rate, and she continued without noticing.

"And I think this one is a VW Beetle. Cute!"

There was absolutely no way that someone could mistake a Fiat 600 for a VW Beetle. Like, come on. This person – my new supervisor – was a secret oppressor placed here by my haters, to attempt to get me to violate my parole conditions. Still, I maintained my composure, drawing on the anger-management skills that had been drilled into my head by a combination of prison group therapy and mood-altering medication. I sat there, crosslegged, and watched a small orange kitten climb into the Corona. This, I assumed, must be Mr. Biscuits.

I fully expected the cat to immediately leap out of the car and continue on his usual kitteny antics of knocking things off shelves, chasing the reflection from my phone screen, and excessively odorous pooping. That didn't happen. Mister Biscuits sat in the drivers seat and seemed to be working the steering wheel and little shifter, his brow furrowed with intent.

Did I tell anyone? No. My volunteer duties were clearly indicated in the contract that I signed when I began work. When Mr. Biscuits stole that Power Wheels a couple years later, and led the entire police department on a high-speed chase after knocking over a pet food store, I wasn't surprised. The community gives back what you give to it.

[chernobog13]

Ultraman Cosmos Corona Mode

[yin-shimo]

so, yooniesim posted an explanation and apology ; apparently they were reffering to the creator Rona in the screenshots and connected it to a kpop idol named Rona who was listed in an article about "unfortunately named idols" because of the pandemic...🤷‍♀️

you see, while that explanation ‘softens the blow’. it’s still incredibly gross.

Like 1) gross poor taste of a joke considering how bad corona affected people, but i’ll give the benefit of the doubt. A lot of us are desensitized to it. BUT it’s 2nd reason I can’t forgive.

2) you’d be an idiot not to know how much sinophobia sparked during covid (hello, china virus yeah?) and you think the average person not in any asian country can tell the difference between a korean and a chinese person? doubtful. So adding ‘unnie’ whether you knew Rona sims was korean or not is fucking gross and racist.

here’s a little infograph incase you think i’m kidding.

:) after chinese and ‘other’ koreans made number 3. All asians have been affected to some degree since corona. So they can fuck off with the UwU it’s silly joke behavior.

you think yooniesim would know that considering they’re ‘part japanese’ yeah?

here’s the article incase you still want more proof

bonus: real accounts of how surprise surprise it affected korean people!

[smallmariofindings]

Smash Skate is a party game featured in Mario Sports Mix. One of the three arenas available in it is called "Fire Mountain", and takes place inside a volcano.

However, in the original Japanese version, it is supposed to be a Super Mario Sunshine reference, with it being named "コロナマウンテン" (Corona Mountain), like the final area of that game.

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[yuthana]

Vintage retro car litho tin. 5677 Deluxe Taxi Toyota Corona New - Mark II Car Japan tin friction powered. Toy Nomura brand <T.N.> Made in Japan 70s. (SOLD OUT)

[mareislandfoundation]

Raw Courage

Christmas Day 1941 Seaman First Class Donald Stratton arrived at the Mare Island Hospital with life threating burns over much of his body. A little over two weeks before he was trapped with six shipmates high above the main deck on the sky control platform of the battleship USS Arizona (BB-39). A surprise attack by aircraft of the Imperial Japanese Navy had turned the battleship into a burning hell on earth from which there could be no escape. As he told the story "A bomb blew up the forward magazine of the USS Arizona and the ship was engulfed in flames. I and five others were located on the anti-aircraft gun director’s platform above the bridge when the forward powder magazine blew. All of us were badly burned. I was burned over 80% of my body. At that point, the only possibility to evacuate the ship was to dive in the water, which was 80 feet below and was fully engulfed in flame. That was not an option for survival.”

The United States was at peace as earlier when General Quarters sounded aboard the USS Arizona while moored at the huge naval base at Pearl Harbor.   Japanese planes had just been sighted bombing nearby Ford Island. Hearing the alarm, Seaman Stratton rushed to his battle station as a sight setter in the Port Anti-Aircraft fire director. Within minutes of his arrival at his battle station a Japanese high-altitude bomber dropped an armor piercing bomb that tore through the deck of the ship and ignited a million pounds of explosive, and thousands of gallons of aviation gas and fuel oil. The massive explosion completely enveloped Stratton’s battle station as the ship settled to the bottom of the harbor, her back broken and her sides blown out. Trapped above the flaming wreckage Stratton and six others were saved when another sailor, Joe George, aboard the repair ship USS Vestal that was moored alongside the Arizona acted. Despite direct orders Joe George threw the men a line and refused to cut it until the men made it to safety. Stratton and five other survivors from the sky control platform managed to make it over the flaming seas surrounding the burning hulk of the Arizona to the deck of the Vestal by climbing hand over hand down the line as the Japanese continued to attack.

The burns on Stratton’s arms were so bad that his skin sloughed off as he worked his way down the line to the Vestal. With burns over much of his body he was taken to the Naval Hospital at Pearl which was overwhelmed with patients. The decision was made to evacuate some of the patients to the mainland thus Seaman Stratton and 196 other seriously wounded sailors and Marines were transported on the blacked-out transport USS Scott arriving at the Mare Island Hospital on Christmas Day 1941. Seaman Stratton was successfully treated at Mare Island with what were then innovative burn treatments for several months until he was transferred to Corona, California for a convalescence. Due to the severity of the damage to his arm and leg he was medically discharged in September 1942. Unbelievably, when his injuries allowed, Donald Stratton re-enlisted in the Navy and went aboard the destroyer USS Stack at Naval Station Treasure Island in 1944. Aboard the Stack Seaman Stratton turned the tables on the enemy as he and the Stack participated in the invasions of New Guinea, Halmahera, Leyte, Luzon and Okinawa.

After the war Stratton took up the cause to secure a posthumous medal for Joe George, the sailor from the Vestal who helped rescue the six men from the sky control platform. Joe George was never recognized for his role in saving the men because he disobeyed a direct order in not cutting the line to the Arizona until Seaman Stratton and five others had made it across. Lest you think the Navy was being too cold-hearted in denying recognition for Joe George, the Vestal was at risk from the ongoing explosions and fires from USS Arizona as well as the ongoing attack. Vestal had been hit with two bombs and was sinking when Joe George was ordered to cut the line. The fact is, Vestal could likely have pulled away snapping the line, but the site of those desperate men likely influenced more than just Joe George on that awful day. Despite the circumstances, in 2017 the US Navy acceded to Donald Stratton’s persistence and posthumously awarded Joe George the Bronze Medal for Valor.

Dennis Kelly