When something is so close...

Isn't it always the case?
When something is close by, you end up not going/postponing or forget to appreciate how nice its presence is.

So for the first time in my LIFE I actually went to this area that is hella close to Tokyo Tower. Sure I see it every fucking day from work, etc. but I never knew she was this pretty <3



I wonder if every New Yorker already visited the Lady?

when i grow up

I always wanted to be...

1. a blonde bombshell
2. daughter of the mob
3. a cat

#3, kinda there?

self assessment

is by far the hardest shit to do.

it is always so easy to assume this or that about others, isn't it? or better yet, 'analyze' how people are based on their past and actions, what they said and who their parents are, etc. etc. etc.

demo. when it comes to yourself?
it's fucking hard. i mean. how could i possibly assess who i am when my behavior differentiates on social settings? when there is a constant battle between who i really am, and how i want to be portrayed. or how i really want to act, and how i should act.

it's tiring.

as in. who am i to you?...what am i to you.

it is true that other people only see what you choose to feed them.
but sometimes i guess you loose track of all that food and jazz.

sigh.

shouldnt be there a feedback mirror or something splended as such? not the type that seats you in a long couch and cracks benjy's offa yous every hour..

boo---.

Have you seen this?

a buddy fwded this to me a while ago... but it still makes me laugh.

WALMART CAKE:



Walmart Employee: "Walmarts, how can I help you?"

Customer: "I would like to order a cake for a going away party this week."

Walmart Employee: "What you want on the cake?"

Customer: "Best wishes Suzanne... and underneath that, We will miss you"

Japanese Men.

so i never looked twice at japanese guys. the type that never had american education. the type that goes through 'jyuken' and parties throughout college.

i've been working in a kote-kote japanese company for 3 months now. and what i dont understand is:

why do they ignore me today when we were buddies yesterday?

for instance. say we are chummy friendly laughing about some random topic and bonding over cartoons. you think you've established a genuine sense of friendship when all of a sudden the next day, they walk by you without saying hi. or they just see you and knod. thats all i get???

OR. this one guy sits next to me. he sees me and walks straight by me. so i walk faster and stand right next to him. ' you totally saw me and you didn't say hi huh.' he looks back, 'ahaha, sorry!'

ahahah sorry?!?!?!?!

the helllll are you smoking?!

weird, so weird. i can't understand japanese men.
but i'm trying.
and i'll get there...

i think.

or maybe i'll never understand this culture.

boy, how i miss the states sometimes.

worried neko face

tokyo suicide

ever since i've been back in tokyo, i have realized that jumping in front of a train is a very common way to put a period to the mudane life style of mr. x; or mrs. or miss. or whatever. a few years ago, a girl at my station (and she wasn't trying to kill herself) stood too close to the platform with her long skirf. sir train decided to accidentally yank her skirf and welcome her body to a machine that was traveling at a pretty fucking exciting pace. the poor girl's body was torn apart to the point that her chunks and bones flew down on the streets like it was rain. true story.

a few days ago, a man decided to jump in front of the train at my station. the little restaurants and shops that are nested peacefully underneath the tracks thought they heard a thunderstorm, when in reality, it was the sound of the man's body, cracking into pieces. identification is an obvious bitch process.

our metro system is extremely costly, a delay in minutes costs thousands.
apparently, when a person decides to suicide in this type of method, the metro system charges the mourning family with a fat bill. roughly, 2 million dollars? is what i hear.

so my topic of discussion lately revolves around suicide because of this recent event. (not to mention that at times you have to wait at the station forever to get from point A to point B because some cunt decides to involve the entire population to celebrate their last day on earth.)

i'd have to say that for japanese people, it is very common to take thy life by either hanging yourself or jumping in front of the tracks. and this got me thinking about the type of people japanese people are. then i thought about the states, and how shooting yourself is a common way of taking thy life. would choosing how we end our lives reflect our cultural background? do we just work with what we have with?
or is this something that is plotted so that it suits the personna of each individual?

but most of all.
shouldn't i be thinking of ponys and cupcakes instead?

it's tuesday. it's only fucking tuesday.

CHUCKY RETURNS...

after coming back from lunch break, someone decided to visit my desk:



LOL. the shit i have to deal with at work!!! :P

日本の夏と言えば！

summer in tokyo consists of the following events:
1) friends coming to visit/returning home for vacay!
2) events, events events!!

so nyc visited and we had a touristic day in tokyo.
without these lovely visitors, i think the tokyo kids
forget how cool tokyo can really be! so thank youuuu
for coming~ <3

at the aquarium, i spotted this:



OMG! imagine getting this as your engagement ring!!!
超すてき～！！！

and then, i also came across this section at the bookstore when i was with australia:



oh hellll yes!! totally pumped me up. the new one is
coming out come 9/4. HELLA CAN'T WAIT!!!

pms I

hmmmmm...

Q: Does it get any easier?
A: Nope.



i wonder how many people around the world feels lost.

mmmm, if i restate that, what i mean is: i wonder how many people that are luxurious enough to feel lost, feels lost. as in, if you are living in a third world country and you have 10 mouths to feed, told you are dead in three, bankrupt that you have to runaway in the middle of the night while your wife and child cries quietly in your backseat, FUCK feeling lost. it's pure survival, non?

so i dwell upon the fact that. i feel lost by choice. and i understand COMPLETELY that all i really am is an indecisive + ungrateful kid. but can i help it? not really.

>_<

sigh, will i ever grow up?



Q: Are we ever thankful?
A: For a good minute.

cheating = inevitable?

my bff mentioned that a guy will always have 3 ladies in their lives.

hmmmm mother, daughter and wife?

wrong, : wife, mistress and whore.

lately... i am starting to find evidence that a great percentage of the population cheat. and it got me thinking that when i get married, i need to get married accepting the fact that cheating is inevitable. great. a perfect thought to have walking down that virgin road with my dad walking next to me. (by the way they should stop calling that little path the virgin road for obvious reasons.)

so this discussion about cheating went on for a while.

that, at times cheating isn't really personal, but it just 'happens' because we want to escape from our mundane routine and add that thrill factor to our lives. that money can support the act of cheating, that sexual chemistry overpowers morality. etc etc etc.

later that night, i tell my mom about this conversation. and i tell her some stats about the population of cheaters in my workplace, etc. and she goes:

'it's too bad you couldn't get married before you started realizing all these things!'

we both laugh. and ate our dinner.

i'll consider it lucky if i can find someone that will never cheat. and. he will consider it lucky if i never cheat!!

>_<

pretty!

just when you think you are so fed up with everything... mommy-nature has her ways of reinforcing you:



amazing arc. haven't seen one like this for years! everyone was whipping out their cell phones taking photos in the middle of komazawa park.

i got home at the same time my neighbor did:

neighbor: 'did you see the rainbow?'
me: 'indeed!'
neighbor: 'it must mean that we were all good people today!'

what a sweet remark :)

speaking of sweet...
i still remember my friend writing on my yearbook years ago, 'akane you are so sweat.' oh natsuko, oh natsuko!

nice brand name!

new brand imported into my bff's apparel company:



MANCOS....!!!! high five!! :P

(it means coochie in japanese... plural, in this case. even better?!!?)

夏はやっぱり花火でしょ？

SUMMER = FIREWORKS!


and what do you knowww, we ended up doing some on the night of 4th of july, although literally it was already past midnight and i was so wasted i almost fell on the bench (image the million dollar baby movie). and what the hellll do you know, a cop in his vicious bicycle tells us to quit this shit or else we are going to get in trouble.

dang it, everytime we are doing fireworks, i swear to god, i have cops running after my ass. like that one time, we were launching rocket fireworks. it flew into someones window (of course i was with natsuko) and the next thing you know, a cop is right behind us smirking and saying some whack shit like, 「おまえらぁ、おまわりさんをなめるなよぉ～」

って言うか誰もなめてねーし。
しかも of course this cop is riding on his vicious bike too.

what is it with japan and cops on bicycles. so much more non-threatening when compared to the cops in the states. seriously, i feel like i can actually take one here, but in america its like bye. in reality, they can both kick my ass till i bleed from my eyes.

oh well.

i dont love you!!

another neko video, i adore this one!!!
speaking of cats... and a bit far fetched, i am starting to seriously fear females. like, ladies. they remind me of female lions, stuck together in a batch while one is this boss figure, and without her approval, you are fucked. then there are other female lions that are nothing but followers and meows like a kitten without the boss cats presence.

SIGH!!!

in my next life time?
i want to be a boy. you know, simple. drink good eat good, fuck good sleep good. just like that song, 'it's me bitches'.

merrrrg. >_<

i tired, i tired!!!

c'est la nouvelle chapitre

i guess goodbyes are always hard for me and changes are challenging.

this roots to my LOVELY mom who booted me out of the country when i was still in kindergarden to england... so that my engarish would improve... mmmmm, i don't know about how you roll mom.

some highlights from my first solo trip includes:

1) having a nonstop gagging reflex right when i got into the gate (stewardess on my right not knowing wtf to do)

2) stewardess bringing me back to my mom (her eyes were probably screaming, THIS IS YOURS!), and my mom telling me with her eyes: board on the motherfucking plane kid.

3) host mother in england bitching about how i used too much toilet paper. (ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? you stingy fuck!!!)

4) coming back with a delightful english accent. would like that back, please.

so yes. byes kinda suck.
and today was my last day at my company!!!
my coworkers got me beaaaautiful flowers <3 hontouni arigatou!! i heart them so much!ちょっと見てみ、いいだろぉ～！






ahhh---, a new chapter is about to start...!!!! quite exciting, pretty much scary.

i heart hotsauce

paulene sends me a link about the ultimate, ever-so-wonderful sriracha hot sauce, commenting:

[AKANE!!!! I remember you always carried one in your purse in Boston!!!]

i first met this lovely thang when i moved to boston for school. was out with a bunch of my friends at some asian diner, and came across this sauce.

holy shit.

i COMPLETELY fell in love with this hotsauce.

obsessed to the point that my friends bought me a bottle... i think they even put a bow around it too... and like paulene said... i kept it in my bag no matter where i went, so that i could bust it out anytime, anywhere. food wasn't the same without this hotsauce and my friends knew they could count on me when they wanted some spice in their food.


Aw Lawd! those were the days!!!

remebering SATs

i was on the train today and i came across an ad: improve your scores! get a higher degree! be successful and smile till the corner of your damn lips bleed...

princeton Review, yours truly.

my parents invested quite a load of cash on you so that my SATs would impress schools.

my first SAT score ever?

730 baby.

by the way, i hear you get 200 points just by writing your name. woooot!

nekochan =^ ^=

i have... a very strange tendency to youtube nekochan videos... and this can go on for a VERY long time!

this one is CHOOOO kawaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii <3

え？私見たいだって？いやぁ、やっぱりですか？

ご拝見～：

whats on your mind

agh, Japan = Monsoon season a.k.a Tsuyu

i have this weird way of walking (posture is horrible too) so each time i take a step, it kicks up the water on the floor and splashes all over my back knee area, if not to my ass. what the hell is wrong with me, i have no idea. all these useless things i am capable of doing. if only it was something a bit more... great. you know... like, being able to detect metal objects on the floor while walking. (useless idea.)


so i bought some rubberboots a month or two ago to prepare myself for this shadyass weather season and enjoy the rain for a change. quite adorable, from Diana's:
VOILA!




problem?

once i put them on... it's soooooooooooooooo damn hard to take off. ARIEMASEN! like i have to BATTLE to take these freakin rainboots off. so i end up breaking a sweat.... and i have to think twice before i wear these.. and wince while i wear them, bitter as all hell and preparing myself for battle number x.

and it keeps raining. it just keeps raining....