Four Months Already?

Four months in Japan. Yes, today marks four months that I left from LAX and came to the land of rice and neon signs. Seriously, so many neon signs. None near me thank God.

Well, a reflection of the four months that I have spent here? I thought you would never ask. Especially since I haven't written in a while. But slowly starting back up and being reprogrammed. And once I start, I will try to continue.

To begin with, Happy New Year! Wow 2013. We have survived another end of the world scenario. I don't really know how many is that now, but I kind of lost interest the minute we survived Y2K. Well, maybe a bit after.

For the 10 days that I had of vacation, it was in a word, glorious. No work for one week and spending 4 days in Tokyo, can be something that the doctor ordered.

I will say for the record that Tokyo is huge. like Huge. And to make matters weirder, there is a ton of Americans in Tokyo. Like, when I go to Nagoya and see another American or something I stay surprised for a second because it's crazy rare to see them. But going to Tokyo, seeing all of them made me second guess whether or not I was still in Japan. It was nice not to feel alienated for a while. But not much could have been said for it.

We visited many places in Tokyo, Roppongi and Wendy's where we spent New Years Day, Shibuya and Shibuya crossing and their poochy mascot, Shinjuku and the hotels we found to stay the night, Harajuku and the nostalgic feeling of the callejones from Los Angeles (and a churro for a snack!), and Akihabara and the maid cafe that my friends were called masters and I was called princess.

After vacation it was nothing but sleeping and resting and playing video games, all the while fearing stepping outside because it was outside. I just didn't want to okay? I'm broke at the moment so the only thing I can afford is food and drinks. Which I don't mind.

So for now, I will remain in bed while the cheese nan I have leftover cooks in the toaster oven I almost burned down, along with my apartment. That's what I get for sticking in a tortilla and not watching over it.

Correction, I have six journals

This Sunday is the last Sunday before I have to go back to school for three more weeks until I take my finals and prepare either to hibernate for winter break or get everything packed up for Mexico. I can easily say I am looking forward much more into one over the other. And for those reading they already know which one that is exactly.

Anyways, on my break, I decided to troll around my different websites: this blog, twitter, and my Facebook, just to see what I can do after I finished reading Till we Have Faces by C.S. Lewis, a great retelling of the Greek myth Psyche told in the sisters perspective. In one of my notes that I posted on my Facebook, it said I had three journals that I actively keep up to date and in order. I found six that I write in (both randomly and actively) and two that I have never raped with a pen. Three of them are filled, as in there are two to three pages left or have no more room worth writing in, and the rest I have yet to complete. I don't remember much of what I was writing in these books, but after peeking in I found some vague matters of severe depression and paranoia surrounding my so called love life, the changes and different perspectives I have overcome that I would like to reflect on it here, vaguely.


Number one: more often than not I actually started with the dark blue journal with the purple flower encased with an orange portrait. I actually began writing in that one explaining simple fairy tale fantasies of a love struck girl that was contemplating returning to an old flame or not, further transforming to an ardent and unrequited love that actually made me question love in general to a love that was in no way ideal, and haunted me throughout the rest of my journals.

Number 2: two certain males that have affected my love life are written continuously throughout all six of these journals, making me realize I spent too much time with them and what I wanted from them. I needed to move on, but up to this point in my life, nothing good came along to change my views of love or who I should love. In other words, I am still somewhat stuck, and still take in what I feel for them in an affectionate tone towards anything romantic that I write to this day.

Number 3: dramatic indeed! Nothing in the majority of these journals was happy, or nice for that matter. I was a depressed young one, and never really gave it much thought. But I do have to admit, what I experienced in high school was so dramatic, it was begging for its own reality TV show on Vh1.

Number 4: there are some potential ideas that I haven't revisited in years. All these journals began comforting me in my freshman year of high school, and have followed me throughout the years as I continue on in college, still being filled, although I am mostly focusing on the big grey one.

As I conclude, I would like to say that I would love to write out everything in chronological order that is in my journals, showcasing my writings and what I want to do once I begin a career in writing. But in the end I am always and forever just a shy and protective girl. Like I told a friend, there are some things that you should remain a secret, because that's what can make you so irresistible. Plus, some of my friends already know the majority of these works, but they don't really know the truth of my emotions that I have over these certain events. They just know the façade that I have kept up to this day. Why would I want to change my mind now, when that drama happened too long ago?

Twenty?!

On December 20, 1989, a woman brought life to the most awesomest and cutest baby in the world. It has been two decades since then, and lets say she has not lost her touch. If I did, I would also be posting a picture of how young she still looks after so long. Same thing goes to my dad, who simply has a gray mustache and a bit of a bald spot. And he still looks good.

Well I honestly don't feel at all like a twenty year old, maybe it takes some getting used to or something. I honestly would always be the adult of the group, so nothing really has changed. The only thing that has is me and no longer being a teen. Guess I gotta kiss those years goodbye and get ready for more fun, if I can muster myself to have it. By this time around I really am just looking for a wonderful vacation with my family, and Christmas cheer to spread through our hearts.

But yeah, twenty? Maybe a few more weeks and I'll get into it. Good thing many still think of me as a 16 year old. :)

wintertime.....

i love the cold... everything to do with it makes me all fuzzy inside. I can't really explain why that is though...
Hmmmmm.... i suppose because it reaches close to my time to shine, so to speak. And because one can never have one too many blankets. Plus the holidays just puts me in good cheer. I love christmas and anything to do with December also puts me in high spirits because for one, its vacation. Vacation is like a short sacred escape from everything to do with brain power. Second, the season's happy cheer, where families come together and spend the holidays. I know I mentioned all this before, but thats to further emphasize my point, that Holidays are rad! :)

Gobble Gobble

I love turkey day. It is the one day where everyone gets together to give thanks and pig out. But it is only good for the food really. Nobody really gives thanks any longer. Which is a real shame. Because I am thankful for many reasons.

1. I am thankful for my family who have given me life onto this earth and has taught me valuable life experiences that I will pass on to my children.

2. I am thankful for my life to which God has enlightened me to be all that I can be and to make the most of it. You only live once you know?

3. I am thankful for friends because without them I would never know what outside love is and how to make a person laugh for certain periods of time.

4. I am thankful for the love that many people have shown me, whether good or bad, it has still taught me something.

5. I am thankful for everything I have going for me, and thank the Heavens that it will only be good and encouraging times from here on out.

I can't really think of much else that I am thankful for, but I am thankful for that too, because I might not have you on the tip of my head, but you are buried treasure, hidden safely within my mind, and nurturing to my soul. Hope there are many of you that can understand that one should be thankful for more than just wholesome food that is delicious. It should also be that you are with family that you love, with laughter and arguing, but you still have them here, so kiss and make up. :)

Happy Turkey Day and Be Thankful! :}