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Saturday, June 16th, 2007
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12:40 pm
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| Sunday, March 19th, 2006
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6:03 pm - Ken-san made my Friday night and Saturday morning.
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Photo's are © Sonkie <3
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| Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
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1:31 am - けんさんが来るんだ。
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SIMMMM Thank you! 知らせてくださってめっちゃ感謝でございます。
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| Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
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10:21 am - Dent.
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There is a dent in my head. I can feel it on my scalp under my hair.
Is this what happens when you don't drink enough water?
Does your head start to implode?
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| Monday, February 6th, 2006
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12:45 am - Weather Pixie whoo.
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current music: Spitz
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| Thursday, February 2nd, 2006
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8:59 am - I Mostly Want a Twiggy Doll.
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I wonder if she is actually skinnier than Barbie. Oh, and it's almost Valentine's day, whoo. I am so totally celebrating it with my imaginary boyfriend this year.
current mood:  flirty
current music: Coldplay - a Message
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| Saturday, January 21st, 2006
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6:55 am - de KUNSTSUPER
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I wish Livejournal would stop telling me to change my password.
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4:35 am - Once upon a time, Allison and Roxy did Shibuya/Harajuku in a Big Way.
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| Thursday, January 19th, 2006
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6:32 am - On a Proverbial Roll.
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5:02 am - アケオメ２００６年だぞぅ～
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( F is for Friends )
今日は試験があった。月曜日もあった。明日もあるんだ。旅行で遠いところまで行ってみたい。日本とか。アメリカとか。しかし超和食が食べたくてやっぱし選べれんなら日本にするぞ。カラオケもあるし表参道もあるし友達に会いたいし。日本のばかばかしいバライエティーショーとか観たいし古本屋さんで漫画買ったらコンビニでおにぎりを買って帰って西荻窪にある「あたしだけ」の部屋に戻りたい。所沢にある中学校行きたい。くれ身ちゃんと一緒に中目黒のOVOのちっちゃいアンダーグラウンドパーティー行きたい。変なお笑い見たい。渋谷にいるギャル男とか見たいよ。もーここはどうだって良くなりやがったんだ。それにはオランダ男性マジで大っっ嫌いなったんです。はい以上です。上にある写真は、東京の吉祥寺で、学校の友達のふゆちゃん、くみちゃん、はるかちゃん、ホンさん、アサミちゃん、亜由美ちゃんです。一番下の方、Isolde,セラ、Julia,後自分。
current music: Katie Mehlua
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| Sunday, October 9th, 2005
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11:38 pm - Georgie King of Hearts.
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I have a cat. He goes by Many Names.
Joris. Zandi's Boy. Yorisu. Squirrel of the Night. Georges. Jo-san. Kitty Joji. Odagiri Joe-gie. Doumjyoji. Georgie W. Bushy (someone has to do something for that man's karma). Kisama. Debu. Vampire.
current mood:  sleepy
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| Saturday, October 8th, 2005
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12:08 am
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| Sunday, September 4th, 2005
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10:37 pm - Ayumi is here.
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| Tuesday, August 16th, 2005
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9:01 am - B is for Birthday.
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( B is for Birthday )
My 21st birthday is coming up; August 18th. That's this Thursday. Though I might not be throwing a party on the day itself, I'll probably be having people over for a party on Wednesday.
So if you happen to be around the Hague (the Netherlands) up and coming Wednesday, and want to come by, do pop me a line...
Hiermee bedoel ik dus te zeggen; as. woensdag vier ik mijn verjaardag. DWZ woensdag op donderdag. Mensen kunnen naar gelange blijven slapen. Mocht je alleen willen komen als je betere helft ook mee mag, wees gerust, dat mag het.
Het wordt wel een beetje een bring-your-own-booze feest, daar ik niet het geld heb om andermans dronkenschap te financieren, dus wees gewaarschuwd. TAART is er wel, in overvloed.
Mensen die evt. mijn mobiele nummer niet hebben: nulzeseenviereeneenzevenvierzeventwee.
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| Saturday, June 18th, 2005
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2:58 am - Taco van der Eb - Tokyo Interviews
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2:15 am - A is for Appetite.
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| Thursday, May 26th, 2005
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12:41 am - of Money.
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The student temp agency called me awake at nine this morning, asking if I could work a catering shift from twelve to three.
I said yes, though it upset me that I would have to get out of bed immediately to be able to get there and have time to spare. As it was, I prepared for the day at a leisurely pace, raced to make the train, and got to the Hague with time to spare.
Of course, on the way to the company where they signed me in, I got lost. But with the combination of an admirable and somewhat unexpected stroke of "sense of direction" (another good word is, "stroke of genius") which lasted me exactly three minutes, and a very large map on the side of a building, I found my way there on time.
Watch me cut the work-story short with the words: Three hours well fed are three hours well spent.
This evening I went to Rotterdam to spend some money, because spending money is admittedly one of the very few things I am good at. The only person I know who is a better spender than I am is my mother, and a friend, whose name I shall not disclose, who buys golden charm bracelets and whispers to all the charms that they "are so very pretty".
I went and saw Revenge of the Sith, and golly gee, I still have the ZZMPH, ZZMPH of swishing light sabers buzzing in my ears. It is a very stressful, tense film (I had to go to the bathroom for the larger part of it, so perhaps that increased some stress). I laughed rudely at some scenes and had my hands up in front of my face at others. The part where all the Jedi were killed made me sad, but Anakin Skywalker made me feel very sad as well. That actor succeeded in bringing across his Napoleonic character. The Emperor's "HOUSE OF WAX: IN A THEATER NEAR YOU!" face succeeded in making me choke laughing.
I suppose it is a firm, high step up from the previous two, which had respectively a lot of Jar Jar Binks (sp?), and a lot of Romance, both of which buzzed so loudly in my ears. I have no problem as such with Romance. Indeed, a lot of people who know me will affirm that I thrive on it.
But there has never been less chemistry between two actors than the so-little-chemistry-it's-not-even-there-and-has-started-sucking-up-oxygen-into-its-vacuum-pit-of-Doom chemistry between Natalie Portman and Hayden Christensen.
I argued with friends that if there had been a better director the actors would have responded better to one another, as well. The friends responded that the director was most probably George Lucas, and that if he hadn't been there, there wouldn't have been any Star Wars films to begin with.
So in a way I'm only dealing with a relative sense of loss. I think that the entire group of actors working on the new films, all had the same problem: they are the Post-Star Wars generation. We've grown up with the "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...", and Yoda isn't a Muppet, he's a Icon. How do you act into that world without losing your personality as an actor? It's not like acting out a film that's being released for the first time, and you are introducing your character to an open audience. Acting in the new SW-trilogy is trying to fit yourself into a character from a realm zapped into existence thirty years ago, worshipped and delved into and needed, since then, by a vast amount of people. As an actor, I think you lose the strength to stay yourself, in a situation like that. You move to fit the mold of this character, and all the acting is lost in the fitting.
They should have waited another thirty years to finish the double trilogy. My grandchildren will be the generation that does not know Star Wars, and does not care, and therefore be able to act that grand story out so seamlessly and with so much heart it would make us, old survivors, cry in witnessing such tenderness, such talent touching back on our own electronic youth.
The train ride home was just as exciting as the film. First the conductor and a passenger who I couldn't see, started yelling at each other and insulting each other. Baffled, I realized I did not understand them, though they were speaking in Dutch. Slightly worried, I put on my music to drown out the foreign arguing.
Later, a girl came up to me. (I know she is not the same passenger who fought with the train man.) She was wearing a dark headcloth. She had big black eyes with long, painted-black eyelashes and a round, soft face. I could tell she had been crying. Somehow, when people cry, they lose a sharpness around their eyes; maybe the tears blur the gleam of the eyeballs in the light. That loss of sharpness was on her too, the rims of her bottom eyelids lined pink.
She apologized and explained that she didn't have the money to get home. I asked where she lived; she told me Moordrecht.
I have been to Moordrecht once in my life, for a Christmas concert. I suppose I should not say anything about a village, based off of only having seen its church, but obviously, if such a small village has such a large church, I think the most important things have already been said right there. Moordrecht is a tiny, horrible place without a train station, where it always rains.
I gave her five euros, because she wanted to take the train taxi, which was four euros ten. I would have felt petty to ask her for change, or to give her all the two and one-cent coins I had. She thanked me, relieved, and took my number, telling me she'd pay me back soon.
I don't know if she'll pay me back; these are easy things to promise. Paying people back what you owe them is the hardest thing to me, anyways. I just said "as long as you get home safe" because I felt very sympathetic towards her. I think we were the same age. I know the stress of being a girl alone out late at night. And the accompanying parental guilt trip when you break train-time based promises.
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On a thoroughly different and perhaps less interesting note, I feel terribly embarrassed when people I am with do not share my sense of humor, and in fact do not even feel inclined to give in and politely laugh when I joke. I feel terribly embarrassed when they instead ridicule me for having a ("gasp!") different sense of humor. I handle a lot of shit with my sense of humor, and I find that worth appreciating for at least ten seconds.
Perhaps I've adjusted myself to different people and their senses of humor too often. Or perhaps I have a bad poker face, so no one even knows when I'm joking or being serious. Perhaps girls like me aren't supposed to be funny.
But I do not like people putting me down because they can't handle the level where I am coming from. I deal with people I am not connected to, all the time, and I make myself interested, or I start to like them because they are different, because I can learn from them, because I feel I don't have the right to stop searching for influences yet.
Alright, I feel confident no one will have read this to the end. My eyes certainly can't handle this much text in a row on one screen. I miss my Japanese friends, who are so gentle-natured that I relaxed with them and became more gentle myself.
I miss my apartment where I could stay myself and where I did not lose laundry.
current mood:  exhausted
current music: Super Butter Dog
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| Tuesday, May 24th, 2005
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1:01 am - NANA and other links.
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Yes, I still owe people a lot of stories, I promise these will come when I have edited the photo's to accompany them.
In the meantime, I will tell you about some things.
First off.
NANA: my favorite manga, and the favorite of a hellalotta girls in Japan. It's not out in English, but it's already being released in French so I expect it to be a simple matter of time before the US market picks it up as well. NANA is so great that it is now being made into a film, to be released in Japan at the end of the year.
Starring the absolutely fantastic Nakashima Mika and Narimiya Hiroki and then a slew of actors who I've "seen before somewhere" (like maybe Japanese tv).
Anyways, I got the NANA art book at the anime convention at the beginning of May.. I am a fangirl. Once a fangirl always a fangirl.. and it is the fangirl in me that cannot believe I gave away half of my manga to Japanese friends before I left for Europe. It is the mature part of me that argues that I couldn't have afforded the shipping (as it was, my credit card need be CUT IN HALF). But the mature part of me also likes NANA so we're at a bit of a power-down.
NEXT.
GROOVISUAL DIARY: My Japanese friend Toe has this fabulous blog on Music, Design and Fashion. She writes in both Japanese and English. Definitely fun for anyone interested in pop culture and sweet living.
NEXT.
Indietits: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) residew was so kind as to post about this on DA. Hilariously cynical webcomic, everyone go read it.
NEXT.
Orisinal: Some of the sweetest flash-animated games you or I have ever seen. Go play, it's enchanting.
NEXT.
Queen's Night, 2005. More photo's will follow, but for now: Erik, Jasper, Sotaro, Jennifer, and fireworks at the Scheveningen Peer.
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| Tuesday, May 10th, 2005
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6:07 am - ～嵐ファンガールの帰国話～
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Yeah!
So I'm still alive. Have been all this time, even.
I hope none of you have tried emailing me at my hotmail account anymore, it died a sad, drawn-out death.
I still use it for chat, about once every ten thousand weeks when the moon is situated suchly that I feel like chatting.
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I'm dead tired and very unfocused, but I'm aiming to edit all my digital photo's of Japan and my friends there, and put them up on some webspace that I happened onto (thank you, Marcel, thank you).
A lot has happened in the mean time, but I'm not telling you now.
Let's just say, in the eternal words of Nonimiya in the bloody amazing movie PIKANCHI DOUBLE..
「ただいまで～す。」
ok, for the non-j-readers up in here, I'm home.
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| Thursday, February 10th, 2005
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9:44 pm
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Howl, your castle is moving.
If you use any of the icons please link back to the same link I have given you, and don't forget to pass on this message.
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