Thursday, January 31, 2013

OUTFIT POST: [school uniform with Maki inside]

Well, hello.
What if I write about my Japanese inspired school uniform outfits today? Guys who don't like Japan and girls in school uniform what's wrong with you? , I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you with this post ;(

Soo.. There are dozens of subcultures in Japan and all of them are so special and like "did-you-see-that-?!" and and and stop me or, otherwise, I'll write about all of them and ruin my post about school uniform and I don’t want it to be ruined.

Anyway, this is my Mum (on the left) and her sense of taste (on the right):

Actually, she has a great sense of taste, I just found an awkward picture.

Now meet Chiyaki Kuriyama playing GoGo in “Kill Bill”. She is cool. She's also wearing school uniform.

And this is Makoto from “The girl who leapt through time”. She is one of  the ~30 characters who influenced my personality a lot and also my sense of fashion.

What I’m trying to say is that these two persons inspired me to wear skirts and stockings to school. At the age of 14 I already quited wearing red trews with funny T-shirts every day and at the age of 15 I reviewed the priorities one more time and did already learn every aspect of the real j-uniform set. So, now I still wear uniform (actually, it has transformed into something really weird so far), even though it is no longer compulsory.

Hello again (I wonder, if I say hello to you every time I'll post a photo with my face on it?).

A racoon mitten from Accessorize; bone hair slides by Kreepsville 666; cat beanie from somewehere in Laforet, Harajuku; handmade felt skirt; unknown korean knee highs; sailor coat from Candy Stripper.

The sailor coat is the first gift Boyfriend gave to me during the autumn '11 holidays. It also was the first BIG REAL JAPANESE thing in my wardrobe and still is my favorite.

When I came to Japan for the first time to visit Boyfriend, he took me to the Phantasien store where I lost my head completely and began to cry silently about all the bow ties, skirts, shirts and jackets which I couldn't afford.

However, Boyfriend decided to buy me some stuff yay Iwassoexcited!

Now I'm the lucky owner of the two Phantasien red bow ties. The school shoes with the stickers-from-my-box on them are from RiverIsland and the Japanese saddle shoes (kind of) are also Boyfriend's gift.

When you feel like drowning yourself in the bath or whatever, try to combine school shoes with funny socks instead, it'll help a little. For example, this photo of me wearing panda socks was taken at the funeral in the day when everything sucked, and look, I'm still alive (oh great, now I'm getting depressed again).

In fact, before my first trip to Japan where Boyfriend encouraged me to try saddle shoes, that were supposed to make a look more authentic, I've worn only gumshoes (wich are actually called sneakers, but I find this g-name funny.. you know.. gum.. forget it).

Topshop/ Pull and Bear. The darker pair reminds me of Coraline. "A little me? That's weird."

Sailor skirt from somewhere on Takeshita Dori, Harajuku; green plaid skirt from UCB; red high waisted skirt from Phantasien.

My second favorite item (you didn't forget that red sailor coat which takes the cake, did you?) is the blue eyeball skirt which I excitedly bought for 15 000 ¥ omg what have I done what have I done?! Now I just can't let it get all dusty in the closet, so I try to combine it with the things from my school uniform sets, because MORE BONES! MORE EYEBALLS! hoowee emotions.

I would have feel guilty that I ruined your cheery photo if it were not you who got me into this.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Kittens and despair.

When I feel bad I start crying. The best way to stop it is to convince me, that there is no problem anymore or to show me some kitten gifs. After the first kitten gif I'll be all "Meeeh, that's stupid! It's not working." Even so, don't stop. The second one will do better.

What  is  it?  Whatever.  That's  stupid.

Wait  a  minute,  I still have a problem!

Whoa!  How  he  did  that?

Oh  God!  Oh  God!  Oh  God!

However, if you are not going to help me and you don't even have any kitten gifs, it means, that everything is screwed up. I'll continue crying. Then, I'll remember something else and will be crying over that thing too. Then, I'll very likely remember, that people are still not the conquerors of Space and a cure for death is still not invented, so there is no point in stopping crying at all.

Actually, it wasn't always like this. When I was a kid I never cried in public (ok, there were a few exceptions), even when I was in the first grade and my friendly mates bumped me and I smashed my head against the pavement and I was all bleeding. Or when in the second grade a little boy threw a snowball at me and split my lip and I was all bleeding again. Or when I crashed into someone and broke my nose when playing "catch-up" (do you see the irony here?) at school. I always tried to pretend as if nothing had happend.

However, when it comes to doctors I cry my lungs out and usually crawl on my knees trying to assure Mum that nothing very bad had happend and I'm not going to die. But for some reason it never works out.

A giant splinter is sticking out from under the nail? My grazed knee is going to decay? Advanced sinusitis is ready to blow up my brain? Never mind. Watch yourself! >:G

When Boyfriend and I went to Okinawa, the only way to get to the post office and buy some fruits was to bike to the main street. The thing was, that I've never rode a bike without training wheels before, but I wanted the fruits so badly, so I decided, that nothing could stand in my way.

Except. For. Bikes.

I wasn't even strong enough to pedal uphill. I knew, I looked pathetic, but yet I was excited. Omg! I'm riding I'm riding down the hill! There are fruits in my basket and even Boyfriend was left behind! Isn't he going to overtake me, by the way? (Never listen to the feeling of superiority when rushing down the hill, especially when you're not smart enough to guess, that taking your hands off the handlebar is a bad idea.)

*"hurry up" that is :/ someone was reading Harry Potter too much...

I was all bleeding again. My best shorts were ripped, my butt was grazed, so I could't sleep without crying for the first few days and I couln't even cover myself with a blanket, because the forepart of my right leg was all grazed too. But even then I insisted, that I don't need any doctors. This time I succeeded and you know what? I was crying in pain and despair all the next week.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Food choices.

I like buffet-style dinners. I really enjoy jumping from table to table peeking inside all the pots and pans. Unfortunately, there is no chance for me to do that, because buffet-style dinners scare Boyfriend. When I proudly put a plateful of thoroughly picked food at our table, something like this always happens:

"You're not going to eat the dead shrimp's brain, are you?"

"I am!"

"No, you're not! It's too gross and I'm not going to stand it."

This is the reason why I eat all these stuff while nobody is watching. Thus, nobody's feelings are offended.

P.S. Weird food I like: 

B o i l e d   o n i o n
D a m a g e d  a p p l e s

D r y   o a t m e a l

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Sports classes.

Whenever I get bored with my sports club I start lurking the internet for another one hoping it will be better. There should be at least one with all the stuff I need! The pool with pet sharks, some dinosaurs in latex pants and with cool headbands on their cool green heads, free fruits for everyone! No? Than, I guess something not too expensive but with good service would be nice.
This time I found a really good one not far away from my house. It's all with big panorama windows overlooking the skyscrapers with free drinking water for everyone! Yay. Well, yeah, it's still miserable in comparison with pet sharks and free fruits, but I tried my best. 
P.S. It's pretty cheap, so it's not that bad.)

My last experience dealing with the sports club was in Tokyo last summer. But for this time I had to arrange all the things by myself without help from my boyfriend. That's what scared me. New place. People. No help. No boyfriend nearby.

When I came to the club trying to look brave I was stopped by the staff who was doubt wether I'm already 16 or not. I was led to the manager and had to convince her too that I am already 17 and a half. When situations like this happen I begin to feel unsure how old I really am.

The classes start according to the schedule and that's when the hardest part starts. When the door opens you'd better hurry up to reach the farest corner of that big big room to claim all the equipment you need while there is any left. So, here I come naively examining all these green-red-blue dumbbells, choosing a mat and the most bouncy ball when finally I decide to take a spot:

But it's not that bad again. You should just be sneaky next time. As for me, I would have chosen this place anyway.

Also, I found out that no matter whether your sports club situated in Tokyo or in Moscow there always will be one little muscular granny with a strange puffy haircut in you group.

And somewhen you will enjoy your green or maybe even red dumbbell when you decide to look around the class and you'll have to stare at her:

And somehow she will always be more flexible than you are!

Monday, January 21, 2013

Someone please care about me.

I like to think that I am not alone with my inability to be responsible. A real nightmare begins when I should care not only about myself but about someone else too. A dog. A plant. A boyfriend.

When going out with my boyfriend I try not to bump into someone or not to drop anything from my pocket (or at least smth important like my third set of keys or my forth cellphone or my fifth monthly metro ticket) or not to remember that I forgot to lock the door or feed my dog or where is my ipad omg oh alright here it is.. my hat where is my hat??). And here is my boyfriend whining: "I need a tissue why does NOBODY have a tissue? NOBODY cares about meee."

Or when I was 10 my Dad gave me a plant in a small red pot. The plant was lovely and the pot was all sparkling but..

..then I realized that I need to water it regularly and all the same it can die at any moment. Finally my Mum decided to give it to Granny to stop my hysteria.

And now I have a dog.

I was nagging to buy it crying and promising (too much) and than SUCCESS! I got a puppy and it didn't matter whether it was a big severe shepherd or a tiny stupid fluffy york - it was a Dog (which I already promised to feed and to brush and to wash and to walk and also to train like a shepherd). At first I was succeeding pretty well and I think I still succeed, because, well, she is still alive and she will turn 6 this summer.

First 4 months it was a furry ball of energy fighting with sneakers and furniture. When she turned 3 she wasn't fluffy anymore despite my Mum sworn that she will keep My Dog fluffy forever.

But I suspect that what happened yesterday was a pathetic attempt to turn My Dog into a fluffy puppy again. My almost-six-years-old Dog. When I was brushing her hair after a washing I said to my Mum: "Can we cut off some hair from her head? It seems that it only disturbs her and it isn't beautyfull at all." After some hesitation my Mum agreed.


Mum: "Now she looks strange with this pineapple on her head!"
Me: "Don't know. Not my fault."

I ran away. However in a few minutes I heard my Mum calling for help: "Daughter? Do something! Help me! I was trying to make her look lovelier but she became even more strange! What should I do? Do something!"