Why don’t you tell everyone I said to go fuck themselves for making my teen years a living hell?

Posted in Japan by spookylove on August 2, 2010

I have finally finished making folders that I have to give to the new teachers who will be taking over my kindergartens in a months time. A MONTH.

I also paid a visit to the immigration office today and got my passport stamped with a 3 year visa, which means I can come back to live here within the next 3 years. I like that, it means I can threaten to run off to Japan again and actually be able to do it. We also made friends with a Sri Lankan guy, he’s going to Facebook us apparently. I might ignore that friend request.

Then I got hit on by a boy who sells pork dumplings, he took my hand and told me a joke and I pretended to laugh. Apparently being sweaty attracts people. I got free dumplings! NEATO

I like Skyping with Jenny.

It’s still hot, why oh why can’t I be one of those people who appreciate being perma-sweaty? Like athletic people, or, David Hasselhoff. OH ACTUALLYHESJUSTPERMASKEEZY


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I’m Bill Murray, you’re everybody else.

Posted in bunnies and kittens, Japan, love, yum by spookylove on August 1, 2010

I may find my friend annoying, but she sure knows how to fill my belly. We ate so much sashimi. Sachi’s family have their own way of eating this, instead of putting the nori/sticky rice/raw fish together beforehand, they had it all set out so we could make our own. Which I loved because it meant I got to add all the soy sauce and wasabi my little salty heart could ever desire.

Then we had tempura, aka FOOD OF ZEUS.

By this point I had entered into a food coma but they just kept on bringing out more food. Charlene and I kept on making sick faces at each other, it was a good sick feeling though. The same one you get after eating Nutella out of the jarWHATINEVERDOTHAT.

We bought her parents a gift, but were running quite late so ended up buying a plant from our local florist. By florist I mean stall with 4 half-dead plants on it. The guy stapled some cellophane to the plant after we told him it was a gift. I had to walk away from the stall because I was giggling too much, I just can’t act cool. We got a gift in return, a set of chopsticks/holder/mat and a fan. It made me regret the whole stapled plant debacle.

I loved her parents. They made me point out where I lived in the UK on some really old map, I couldn’t quite find Essex, so I made a vague gesture and they probably think I live somewhere in the vicinity of Surrey.


Let’s all put on a folk hat and learn something about a foreign culture!

Posted in Japan by spookylove on July 30, 2010

I’m going round to a friend’s house tomorrow for a meal with her parents. I say ‘friend’, I pretty much hate her because she annoys me. She’s too chirpy, sometimes I feel like punching her in the face. But I promised I would go, and I won’t get many other chances to experience a Japanese household in this way. Plus it’s a free meal cooked in a (hopefully) cockroach free zone. (I sound ungrateful. I probably am, but she’s too nice and compliments everything. Last week she complimented me on my EYELASHES. Nice people make me suspicious. Clearly I have the problem, not her)

It was windy today. AN ACTUAL BREEZE WAS FELT. I stood outside in the rain with a big smile on my face.Tonight it’s back to Sweatsville, a town where nobody looks good.

I’m climbing Mt Fuji in a week and a bit. I found out today that I have to buy 3 cans of oxygen, a head lamp thing, tracksuit bottoms and a rucksack. I haven’t worn tracksuit bottoms since my mum made me wear those emerald green velvet ones  when I was 6 years old, so I look forward to this. Honestly, I really am looking forward to it, tracksuit bottoms AND a head lamp? BABE ALERT. We are going to climb overnight to sit and watch the sun rise at 4.00 am, I don’t think I’ve ever participated in anything quite so…healthy before.

There’s a forest at the base of the mountain that’s apparently haunted by ghosts and goblins, and people used to abandon the very old and very young there. I’ve just read it’s also the second most popular place to go kill yourself, after the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. Lovely.



Posted in Japan by spookylove on July 27, 2010

Because a certain someone has said I don’t post enough:

My new trainers and transparent sock selection, imagine these teamed with pale legs and shorts. My summer Japan look.

That episode of South Park is my favourite. South Park is one of the only hassle free things I can watch on the internet, unless I want to YouTube everything and kill the person who made the 10 minute rule. WEAK.

Hair/texture experiments. Some turned out okay, some went very very wrong. See above.

Some kind of delicious strawberry chocolate lollipop. The best thing was that there was a quiz to do on the packaging. I also currently like Pretz and Toppi (the For Men ones.) (I wish I was kidding.) (No actually, I like the chauvinistic snacks in Japan. Usually it means like 20% more chocolate or something.)

I haven’t seen any more cockroaches. I also haven’t entered my kitchen for a week.

I watched a lightning storm last night, I’ve never seen one before. Obviously I’ve seen lightning before, but this was insane, it was like watching a light bulb continuously flicker. My train was delayed and I had to walk home (in the storm, foolish?) because the train I was waiting for had been struck by lightning a few stations down.

I’m going to bed.



Posted in Japan, puke in my mouth, sick sad world by spookylove on July 22, 2010

Girl won. Barely.

It happened yesterday and I’m still traumatized.

Am so over this, I’m sweating like some kind of sweat-beast and then a cockroach runs at me?? With murder in its eyes?? Japan, you suck. The entire insect world (but mainly cockroaches and cicadas) you also suck. I’m hoping he was a lone ranger looking for refreshment on the 3rd floor, NOTHING FOR YOU IN HERE SONNY.

FYI Never plan to visit Japan in the months of July and August. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.


Someday, you will ache like I ache

Posted in bunnies and kittens, Japan by spookylove on July 19, 2010


Bottom line is, watch out for guys in sweatpants.

Posted in Japan by spookylove on July 18, 2010

Trains in Japan are clean and polite and respectful so when stuff like that happens it’s eventful enough for me to make note of it, on paper. However it’s completely not a big deal when you read about people’s experiences on trains in New York:

An acquaintance of mine has a horrifying story about the A. It was travelling from 59th to 125th, express, when a homeless guy who had been mumbling to himself in the middle of the car pulled down his pants and took a large ol’ poop. Everyone screamed and crowded to the two doors, both of which were locked. Seeing his fellow passengers scrabbling at the doors, the homeless guy reaches down, grabs his poop, and starts feinting throws at the attempted escapees, screaming in laughter: “HA! WHO’S IN CHARGE NOW, HUH?!! HUH?!!!”
For five minutes, everyone on that car was a poo-stage.


Also, I want this hat:


Guys with the blow-outs and the fake tans, and guys that wear lip-gloss and makeup, those aren’t guidos, those are retards.

Posted in Japan by spookylove on July 16, 2010

The China Town in Yokohama is the biggest in all of Asia apparently. I can confirm that it is big, too big if you want my opinion. That might just be because I got lost though. It was so fun, I had the best pork dumplings OF MY LIFE.

I like having tourist days when I can take photos of vending machines and only feel 80% like a fool.


Have a mental margarita

Posted in Japan by spookylove on July 12, 2010

It’s all kinds of hot in Japan right now, I just went to take the rubbish out (MONDAY’S PAPER YOU GUYS) and literally had to come back in and lie down dramatically, waiting I presume for some imaginary person to bring me an iced tea.

Embarassing incident relating to the sweat-fest happening right now: I got stuck to someone on the train. My sweaty leg met their sweaty leg and there was a peeling scenario that made me want to die. It was a not unattractive Japanese man to whom I was stuck. Does that make it better or worse? Who knows. All I know is, don’t wear short shorts on the train and think you WON’T get stuck to someone, because it happens. Then a nice lady pointed out the bug that was smooshed on my t-shirt. All in all, not a great outfit pick today.

I went to Harajuku today and for some reason the only photo I took was this:

A Blythe Doll dressed as Dumbo. I’m a bit confused as to why I only took one photo this morning but there you have it. Obviously I saw it and thought, YES THAT IS MY PHOTO OPPORTUNITY OF THE DAY. I’m going to analyse this one photo of mine, just because I can. There I am in the background, looking very serious it seems but really I was just on the look out for those pesky shop folk who don’t like photos taken of their precious shop interiors. OH MY I have only just noticed the Pinnochio Blythe Doll there. And there you have it, my photo analysis.

I’ve booked my flight home. It has a stop over in Abu Dhabi (which I think is very exciting, not that I’ll see any part of the country other than the waiting lounge) and is a horrific 20 plus hours ordeal if you add up flight/wait time, but as I’ll be landing on a Sunday my whole family are going to come get me and that means I get to see Jessica, my niece who wasn’t even two months old when I left. She’s now walking, licking and poking everything, including cats and chair legs. I fully expect her to stroll up to me at the airport and say “Hey there, how was the flight? Did those son of a bitch air stewardesses con you out of the inflight drinks AGAIN? I hate it when they do that. ” Seeing as she says “Eee-oo” instead of Hello I maybe be getting my hopes up.

I think I’m writing all this crap so you won’t notice the lack of photos.

OH OH here’s some:

My phone which even by Japanese standards has become ridiculously accessorized  // Edamame snack time with my penguin salt shaker // Unashamedly showing my sweaty frizz ball hair and puke in your mouth nail job. If it makes anyone feel less like puking I have just re-done them. Still in the lilac colour though, I love it because it looks like candy and I love candy. The weird things I’m holding are BearBricks, I guess you can get these elsewhere in places like Kid Robot. Blind box, I got a cute one and a boring flag one. Wanna trade? The box says it’s rare. Imagine I said that in a wheedling voice.


This song reminds me of Lost in Translation in a pleasant way.

I told you before, I don’t wanna be part of your super-secret boy band!

Posted in Japan by spookylove on July 5, 2010

Some people would say that I buy too much Hello Kitty. Some people would say that a Hello Kitty rice holder is a useless piece of junk. SOME PEOPLE WOULD SAY THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME:

I’m going to keep sweeties in her magnificent triangle head.

Is anyone planning on going to Offset Festival in September? I was going to hang around here for a week or two after finishing up my contract but I might have to come home and go straight to the festival instead, it looks really good this year.


UPDATE: Iron Man 2 nearly killed me with its goodness. I didn’t know Justin Theroux wrote the screenplay?! I have obsessions with Justin Theroux, Mickey Rourke and Robert Downey Jr and to have them all part of this film and then add in Sam Rockwell???! BRB JUST HAVING A HOT GUY SEIZURE. Yes, Mickey Rourke is hot. Don’t argue with me about this, I will fight you.