Finally!
Ah. So the top news from Aberdeen that I am willing to share with you, is that MAYBE I can go to Belgium with my french-speaking friends, Celine and Martine. But I'm not sure what Dad has said. And, I am actually pissed at the guys of this planet, since I found out that the boy I liked so much has a girlfriend, but I was so convinced and even confident enough to believe that he was interested in me, though I now have many doubts as to what kind of interest he had in me, if any at all. Grrr. Stupid asshole. Ah... I'm so hopeless. I feel like Bridgite Jones III, except I have no hopes for a Mr. Darsy. On the other hand, I must confess that Whaoo! I feel so good today, despite the ugly weather and all the rain, or the fact that the swimming pool was pact--of all days--when I really needed it, since I hadn't been able to go on Saturday, Sunday, AND Monday. Ya. I'm trying to go to swim everyday, since I looove swimming and I'm hoping that it'll help me get in better shape. But ya. I feel so happy like I can listen to what people'll say, and make any of their comments into the lyrics of a song! Haha. It's probably because I finally finished my last essay for one of my classes, and because I'm wearing the only L size thong in Japan that I sucessfully fished out of a langerie cart in Hiraki after ten minutes worth of hide-and-seek. Man, I feel so very liberated! Hiyaou! Lol. So ya. My day has been relatively fun and I have decided to equilibrilize my 30minutes worth of workout in the pool, by indulging myself with four lovely, sugar-coated donuts, two of which are jelly-filled. Ohhh my!! The good and the evil out of it was that they were free. Grrrrrr. and I'm pissing off right now, because there are two stupid boys slamming each other and grabbing each other's testicles, calling each other names. It's just like Middleschool. A lame and sad sight. Anyhow, I'm listening to Only HOPE by Mandy More, and it's so nice to be able to sit alone and write like there's no tomorrow, so Ready or not, Christine, and anymore of you voracious readers with an intellectual appetite of a horse, I'm going to spew my heart out, so hear me out, sisters!
Starting with March and Spring Break:
It was the most awful "break" of my life. I took this Spanish girl called Esther home with me, and it was the most biggest mistake in my whole entire life--thus far. I really think she has MPD or some form of Mental incapacity to comprehend the world that exists outside of her brain, but I was so suprised, and so was my mother, both of us who were speechless by her immature and abnormal behaviors. So first, we got to Japan, and from day one, she was ready to go places, and would come and wake me up everyday,saying things like, it's already 8am, and stuff. Then, she would always want to go somewhere, but she keeps telling me that she doesn't want to use any of her money, because she wants to save it for the fun in Aberdeen, and because she doesn't want to bother her father by asking him for it. And all she wanted to do was use my computer and internet ALL the time. Seriously, that was all she ever did when we were at home. She would make a mess everywhere, and would not clean up after herself too. For example, I would have to clean the shit that she didn't scrape off in the toilet, and put her dirty laundry in the laundry basket, and put all the food back in the fridge, and make sure to turn off all the lights after she left the rooms. WHat's more, she didn't offer to help with anything at all. I did all the cooking, and all she did was come and sit and eat, not talk at all. Not listen to me or my mom's questions at all, and get up and leave after she ate, without even putting the dish back in the sink. I mean, ok. I'm not expecting her to thank me for everything and kiss my arse, but these are just common sensical things that a 25 years old woman should know and be able to do. I felt like I was a servant and was babysitting for a big baby all the time. But you know. These things are NOTHING compared to the way she cried like a baby, or the nasty comments that she made to me and my mother, which are just unacceptable and unforgiveable. So, afer like three days, my mom and I were getting worried, since internet is very expensive in Japan, and I wasn't sure how much the bill would be at my house, since we have no contracts, but we were getting the connection from my wireless card the whole time. Anyhoo, so I told Esther that she can't use the internet everyday to chat and stuff, but that she could use it once in a while, to check important mails and stuff. Then she started to cry and blubber like a baby. So I asked her what was wrong, or if she wanted to go home to Spain, and she pretty much told me that she was going through culture shock, and that she was so shocked that everyone here was Japanese. ?!?!? I mean, hello. I understand and sympathize that you're going through so much, but I would think to expect people to be Belge and French or dutch speakers, if I go to Belgium. So that kind of threw me off. It was a very sad beginning. Then, durng the couse of three weeks, I saw her cry at least 3 more times. The second time was when she cried because she and I dropped her her camera as she was handing it to me. And her reaction was just unbelievable. She was howling like Benji in The Sound and the Fury, and then she was trying to fix the camera like some hungry yahoo, tearing and tugging on his prey. It was such a disturbing sight. I found it to be so disturbing because her camera still worked, but the lid that closes the battery wouldn't close properly, and so she kept asking me all the time if we can go to a camera store to get it fixed, and whether or not they can fix it. And I'm so sorry, but I'll have to continue the rest of the story later, because I'm so tired even just to think of her. I'll be back later. ...:(
Starting with March and Spring Break:
It was the most awful "break" of my life. I took this Spanish girl called Esther home with me, and it was the most biggest mistake in my whole entire life--thus far. I really think she has MPD or some form of Mental incapacity to comprehend the world that exists outside of her brain, but I was so suprised, and so was my mother, both of us who were speechless by her immature and abnormal behaviors. So first, we got to Japan, and from day one, she was ready to go places, and would come and wake me up everyday,saying things like, it's already 8am, and stuff. Then, she would always want to go somewhere, but she keeps telling me that she doesn't want to use any of her money, because she wants to save it for the fun in Aberdeen, and because she doesn't want to bother her father by asking him for it. And all she wanted to do was use my computer and internet ALL the time. Seriously, that was all she ever did when we were at home. She would make a mess everywhere, and would not clean up after herself too. For example, I would have to clean the shit that she didn't scrape off in the toilet, and put her dirty laundry in the laundry basket, and put all the food back in the fridge, and make sure to turn off all the lights after she left the rooms. WHat's more, she didn't offer to help with anything at all. I did all the cooking, and all she did was come and sit and eat, not talk at all. Not listen to me or my mom's questions at all, and get up and leave after she ate, without even putting the dish back in the sink. I mean, ok. I'm not expecting her to thank me for everything and kiss my arse, but these are just common sensical things that a 25 years old woman should know and be able to do. I felt like I was a servant and was babysitting for a big baby all the time. But you know. These things are NOTHING compared to the way she cried like a baby, or the nasty comments that she made to me and my mother, which are just unacceptable and unforgiveable. So, afer like three days, my mom and I were getting worried, since internet is very expensive in Japan, and I wasn't sure how much the bill would be at my house, since we have no contracts, but we were getting the connection from my wireless card the whole time. Anyhoo, so I told Esther that she can't use the internet everyday to chat and stuff, but that she could use it once in a while, to check important mails and stuff. Then she started to cry and blubber like a baby. So I asked her what was wrong, or if she wanted to go home to Spain, and she pretty much told me that she was going through culture shock, and that she was so shocked that everyone here was Japanese. ?!?!? I mean, hello. I understand and sympathize that you're going through so much, but I would think to expect people to be Belge and French or dutch speakers, if I go to Belgium. So that kind of threw me off. It was a very sad beginning. Then, durng the couse of three weeks, I saw her cry at least 3 more times. The second time was when she cried because she and I dropped her her camera as she was handing it to me. And her reaction was just unbelievable. She was howling like Benji in The Sound and the Fury, and then she was trying to fix the camera like some hungry yahoo, tearing and tugging on his prey. It was such a disturbing sight. I found it to be so disturbing because her camera still worked, but the lid that closes the battery wouldn't close properly, and so she kept asking me all the time if we can go to a camera store to get it fixed, and whether or not they can fix it. And I'm so sorry, but I'll have to continue the rest of the story later, because I'm so tired even just to think of her. I'll be back later. ...:(