Nan mais moi je veux bien, hein, le Japonais c'est difficile, pourquoi que tu t'en vas la bas, ils mangent des trucs chelous, ils ecrivent pas pareil, tout ca... Tres bien.
OK le japonais c'est pas comme faire des crepes ou faire un creneau, ca prend plus de temps et c'est plus difficile.
Mais.
Je voulais acheter du mascara, pour faire ma belle des fois, genre ça y est je suis une adulte responsable qui des fois se met un coup de peigne tout ca.
Bah v'la ti pas que si je tape 'mascara' sur le site d'Yves Rocher (tiens je vais acheter du deodorant ca fera pas de mal non plus), y'a 21 different mascaras (si si en vrai).
Vingt et un. Differents. Types. De Mascaras.
Alors jveux bien, les japonais(es) ils sont complique mais alors les meufs francaises aussi hein...
Bon quelle Léa je vais devoir appeler pour m'en sortir moi... Peut être je vais prendre au hasard. Mouaip.
Wednesday, 21 May 2014
Sleeping Sleepy
Reminder to myself:
The good thing about being an au-pair (and an adult), is that if it's been raining for the past 24 hours, once you got up at 5.50 and did all you had to do and the kids are gone, you can (you don't have to but you can) go back to bed put the heater on and finish that rental Ghibli dvd while eating maple jam (yes, Japan has maple jam, which is what it sounds like, maple syrup slightly solidified into a jelly jam texture).
Until you make chocolate chips cookies. WHAT! It's raining I said!!!
The good thing about being an au-pair (and an adult), is that if it's been raining for the past 24 hours, once you got up at 5.50 and did all you had to do and the kids are gone, you can (you don't have to but you can) go back to bed put the heater on and finish that rental Ghibli dvd while eating maple jam (yes, Japan has maple jam, which is what it sounds like, maple syrup slightly solidified into a jelly jam texture).
Until you make chocolate chips cookies. WHAT! It's raining I said!!!
Tuesday, 20 May 2014
Monday, 19 May 2014
Waterfall Wednesday
Last wednesday, I received a call early morning and my heart sank as I thought I had forgotten to go to work.
But no. It was my coffee boss asking me and other colleagues if we wanted to go in the mountain see some waterfalls.
I can't say f*ck yeah in Japanese, so I just said a very loud and enthusiastic yes.
It was just beautiful. The water was freezing cold, but I got in anyways with Keitaro San and Yu-kun, Maya-chan (Maya l'Abeille) decided she'd just taste the water with her feet and eyes.
But no. It was my coffee boss asking me and other colleagues if we wanted to go in the mountain see some waterfalls.
I can't say f*ck yeah in Japanese, so I just said a very loud and enthusiastic yes.
It was just beautiful. The water was freezing cold, but I got in anyways with Keitaro San and Yu-kun, Maya-chan (Maya l'Abeille) decided she'd just taste the water with her feet and eyes.
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| Maya chan and Yu-kun, whom I work and worked with at Cafeina. |
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| My boss, Keitaro-san. |
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| On the way to the waterfall |
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| Keitaro-San, my boss at Cafeina. He didn't want to go in the water, but he couldn't be defeated by a French girl I think, so when I undressed he dived in too! |
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| Maya-Chan |
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| Maya-Chan |
There wasn't anyone but us four, amazed and laughing. Then we dropped in an old school eating place, I ate my own weight in vegetables, and went home.
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| Vegan can eat in Japan, stop being a know-it-all pain. |
Madame rateau j'ecoute?
So you let the love fill your heart and then there's so much of it you cannot hold it anymore, it needs to flow out,
so you let it flow into your hands, or into your mouth (I chose my mouth because I knew something wasn't quite right, and I knew if I let it flow into my hands and they got free I would get so hurt my ribs and lungs would collapse).
So you let it flow, you let it out, and then what happens is that it mixes with the air, and it blows in your face.
Ça t’éclate littéralement au visage. Y'en a partout. Ça coule sur tes cheveux et ça dégouline de tes yeux devenus sales.
There's no reciprocity, it's as simple as that.
That feeling of getting embarassed and hot and sweaty when (s)he's around, it's only you. The care you want to cover all of his being and spirit with, it just doesn't have anywhere to go. You only have to wait until this mess dries up.
You take a shower, you have a good cry, you smile to your colleagues when you feel you can, and hope it will dry soon. And it will, if you let it go. If you stop mourning what could have been and cherish what has been instead. If you let go of the idea that yes, it's fucking hard to find people you can talk with, talk about anything, and it's rare to find people you want to hug so bad it's like your stomach disappears completely when you suppress the urge to do it, because of all the uncalled and invasive feelings that were born somewhere somehow and were flattened at once on your head and now have nowhere to go.
So you think, you'll find a great escape in art, you'll get lost into somebody's painting, you'll carry on drawing lines from smoke from a cigarette stuck into some animals mouth and it will clean your synapses somehow, and you have good friends, and the weather is nice which lighten things up.
You think all this, but what you feel is a big black bird crying in your chest, squashing your heart in its claws, slightly on the left.
You feel sad as fuck as you bravely struggle against the terribly tempting idea of blaming yourself for everything.
You think all this, but what you feel is your heart hurting. At least it's there, c'est deja ca.
You think it will be ok tomorrow (and it will), but today, now, you get lost into your cup of coffee wishing you never met and never fell in love and never realised what unreturned love is.
so you let it flow into your hands, or into your mouth (I chose my mouth because I knew something wasn't quite right, and I knew if I let it flow into my hands and they got free I would get so hurt my ribs and lungs would collapse).
So you let it flow, you let it out, and then what happens is that it mixes with the air, and it blows in your face.
Ça t’éclate littéralement au visage. Y'en a partout. Ça coule sur tes cheveux et ça dégouline de tes yeux devenus sales.
There's no reciprocity, it's as simple as that.
That feeling of getting embarassed and hot and sweaty when (s)he's around, it's only you. The care you want to cover all of his being and spirit with, it just doesn't have anywhere to go. You only have to wait until this mess dries up.
You take a shower, you have a good cry, you smile to your colleagues when you feel you can, and hope it will dry soon. And it will, if you let it go. If you stop mourning what could have been and cherish what has been instead. If you let go of the idea that yes, it's fucking hard to find people you can talk with, talk about anything, and it's rare to find people you want to hug so bad it's like your stomach disappears completely when you suppress the urge to do it, because of all the uncalled and invasive feelings that were born somewhere somehow and were flattened at once on your head and now have nowhere to go.
So you think, you'll find a great escape in art, you'll get lost into somebody's painting, you'll carry on drawing lines from smoke from a cigarette stuck into some animals mouth and it will clean your synapses somehow, and you have good friends, and the weather is nice which lighten things up.
You think all this, but what you feel is a big black bird crying in your chest, squashing your heart in its claws, slightly on the left.
You feel sad as fuck as you bravely struggle against the terribly tempting idea of blaming yourself for everything.
You think all this, but what you feel is your heart hurting. At least it's there, c'est deja ca.
You think it will be ok tomorrow (and it will), but today, now, you get lost into your cup of coffee wishing you never met and never fell in love and never realised what unreturned love is.
Wednesday, 14 May 2014
tanukisan
Yesterday I slept most of the day.
I woke up to drink a hot chocolate, draw a little, then fell asleep again.
I have big burns from the sun, the pain woke me up, then I fell asleep again.
Then draw a little more, then slept.
The joys of taking a job on my only days off.
No rest for the wicked hey,
Tuesday, 13 May 2014
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| Cafeina fun. |
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| Staff break |
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| Who da heck is this? J'sais pas c'est Rika elle m'a dit vas y met un chapeau |
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| Maya chan |
Paola wins the award of the 2014 life saving friends for sending me Yorkshire Tea and putting down sweet sweet words in a oh-so-british card just for me.
See how I seem to be breathing again now that my addiction can be fed?
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| Yorkshire tea, my love. |
Monday, 12 May 2014
Roman (4 ans):
-Bon Roman, j'met du eyeliner ou pas?
-Ouai!
-Voila. Encore?
-Ouai.
-Voila! C'est bon?
-Héééé... ON DIRAIT UN CHAT!!!
Gina (7 ans):
Gina -Caliiiiinnn
Moi -Ok. Calin.
Gina -Han, Fan-san, t'as un grand nez!
Moi - * pleure, crie, putain de pays ou tout est petit, les jambes les pieds les nez, tout *
Moi -Amandaaaaa-san, Gina elle m'a dit que j'avais un grand neeezzzz heeeuuuuu!!!
Amanda -Nan nan mais, en fait c'est un super compliment de la mort au Japon. C'est flatteur.
Moi -Gina? Moi, grand nez? Ca fait peur? C'est mignon? (En Japonais, y'a une lettre de difference entre 'mignon' et 'effrayant')
Gina -Mais nan! C'est MIGNON!
-Bon Roman, j'met du eyeliner ou pas?
-Ouai!
-Voila. Encore?
-Ouai.
-Voila! C'est bon?
-Héééé... ON DIRAIT UN CHAT!!!
Gina (7 ans):
Gina -Caliiiiinnn
Moi -Ok. Calin.
Gina -Han, Fan-san, t'as un grand nez!
Moi - * pleure, crie, putain de pays ou tout est petit, les jambes les pieds les nez, tout *
Moi -Amandaaaaa-san, Gina elle m'a dit que j'avais un grand neeezzzz heeeuuuuu!!!
Amanda -Nan nan mais, en fait c'est un super compliment de la mort au Japon. C'est flatteur.
Moi -Gina? Moi, grand nez? Ca fait peur? C'est mignon? (En Japonais, y'a une lettre de difference entre 'mignon' et 'effrayant')
Gina -Mais nan! C'est MIGNON!
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