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waterproof cameraThank you, I was back safely and had a greaaaaat time. Ah, sunny, hot, cheerful tropical island. THANK YOU SO MUCH SARAH!!!!!
So I'm still waiting to get this camera developed. (Ok, I still have it with me but) on Monday, I'll try to take it to a shop. Then some posts about Hawaii! This is a waterproof camera I used to take photos in sea water... guess what I shot? Wait till my next post. I really hope it worked.

Ok, tomorrow I head for a national accounting test level 3. Crap. I applied for it believing I'd start studying earnestly if I forced myself to with such few amount of time left. Well, I guess "you don't have much time left, Kanako" was not much of a pressure to me. Crap. Lessons learned. An hour was all I devoted myself to studying out of a whole month I had from the application. I think I need to spend at least another hour with the calculator before tomorrow eats me.

I should be ashamed of myself that I'm not even ready for this test when a friend of mine in Dallas is studying for CPA. Enough of my procrastinations. By the way, my stay in Hawaii provoked me to seriously start studying the languages I want to use in the future, and now I'm trying to get rid of my lukewarm attitude toward them. (I have to admit it was kind of a wrong timing since I'm supposed to be studying something else these days.) Anyway, tomorrow is a new day and it's forecasted to be sunny.

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It seems like I'm using this blog just to leave a message for the past 2 years or so. Sigh. I'm ashamed of myself for neglecting but at the same time thankful that even so I have friends who will bother to visit this blog. Thank you.
So, I'm leaving for Hawaii after work tomorrow. If were to I come home safely, I'll share my stories with you. Or I might not...

As usual, I have not started packing up yet.


photo: from the website of a tourism company in Hawaii. Thanks. (to the site and to Sarah)

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4.I shall keep my health no matter what.
5.I shall dismiss some extravagance to a certain extent.

Let's go, Hawaii!!!!!!!!

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I sure hope I'll be ready before you visit me!

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It's my 24th birthday today.
Wow, how sensational, without a particular
reason!(perhaps I say this every year)

Receiving many happy birthday messages, calls
and presents, my very ordinary work day of just me
and the laptop was totally NOT ordinary and they
got me close to tears over and over!

I got myself a present at lunch time at one of our nearest shops to the office... a pair of wine-red sunglasses! what a solemn employee to contribute to her company even on her birthday!!! Don't you fire me ;-)

I'll got to bed making a to-do list for this 24th year of my life.
Good night!

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I'm moving out on the 31st! Er.. "we"'re moving out, to be precise, the whole family. I want to get 80% of packing out done by the end of this 3-day weekend but the Saturday is over already! It's not only my wish but I can feel my parents' anxiety to have me start because I'm always dying at the last minute... ok, from tomorrow, I promise! I counted and it was my 9th time to move, woa!

My once in a quarter year post... sigh. It's not an accounting balance closing but I guess I can't help it. I tried to post from at work once but eventually couldn't get it done so it's probably still saved in a word file somewhere in my laptop at work... I know it's not a good idea (I'd fire the girl if I caught her doing that!) but when I'm toooooo sleepy to keep on doing my work, I selfishly think it's better that I do something other than just falling asleep. I'll try it again sometime, haha.  

Have you read "Poil de Carotte" by Jules Renard? It's a children's novel (French) but I read it for the first time which was a biiiiig shock! The same kind of shock I got when I watched "Ameli" if you know what I mean. You'll definitely get confused if you start reading with an image of a nice country-side childhood story.

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I'm thinking about moving out and live by myself. My salary is not much and I really should be choosing an apartment room with a cheepest rent... but in reality, I started checking up rooms with 1. Two-or-more burner gas range, 2. 1 bedroom with a kitchen (I mean, a kitchen in a diffrent room and NOT a "studio" type) and 3. facing south. Having these three conditions required, with lower rent, I'll definitely have to commute longer and farther but now that I'm used to living far from stations and riding bikes (crazily), I think I can handle that. The only concerns are keeping the room clean and waking up in the mornings. Now is the season everyone moves around making the average rent higher (so I've heard), I'll start looking seriously in a few or several months. Untill then, I will get familiar with cleaning and waking up by myself. Sounds like an elementary school kid, haha.


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Thanks for the photo

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When I was going home just when the bell finished ringing at 5:40, I was feeling a little ashamed of myself, like I'm being lazy for not working overtime like the other (older) hardworking, efficient, colleagues and that I was't really contributing to the business of the company I work for.
Now, I wish I could go home earlier.
I got home at 9:30 today.
I even oversleped on the bus.
I had to walk back to get my bike.
Which is parked in the opposite direction to my house.
It even began to rain. It wasn't forcasted.
It was so, so cold. And I hate winter. Coldness is mean.

The Japanese restaurant I worked part-time in my college days closed down yesterday.
My mom re-filled shampoo in a conditioner container.
The library books must be returned tomorrow.
I have to peak in the newly opened H&M in Ginza soon.
And buy something, of course.
I can't wait for Forever Twenty-one to land in Japan.
I hope they'll choose Shinjuku and not Shibuya to open the 1st shop.

There.
Fashion brightens up a girl so easily.
Sweet dreems!

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The photo is our beloved Machenzie who homestayed at our house in June. He is a son of my dad's colleague in the U.S. and the mother had spoken about how she wanted to bring her son to Japan, send him all by himself to stay at a stranger's house and have him experience the fear, loneliness and excitement. That was two years ago.
And it happened this summer. He is a year younger than my brother, but being the first kid in the household (according to my own theory,) was a little childish for his age. On the other hand, my brother is the third child, and is rather mature (yes, i'm the childish one in the family). Moreover, or because of it, I knew that he is always confused and nervous when he has to "be the old one" and "take care of" or "look after" younger kids. He WAS puzzled when we had our 10 and 6 years old cousins come over few weeks before we hosted him. Compared to the girls, Machenzie is not that young, but thinking that he has to show around the house, take him to school, introduce his friends, maybe a tiny bit of translation, etc., he was very nervous.
But on the second day I came back from work, I was stunned to see my brother casually speaking with him, using phrases like, "Yeah, sure" (it's barely a phrase, but); I've had many American friends come over to my house, but he never spoke. NEVER. He might have "said" or "murmured" something but has never had a genuine conversation, as far as I know. It was such an exciting experience for me, too, to know that having his own friends really made him speak up and more aggresive toward foreign languages, overcoming shyness.

On the third night, the three of us taught him how to play "Daifugo" ("The richest") with cards, having my brother explain the rules. Because I've only learned it a few months ago, my sister was not used to playing it much either and my brother came up with over-formulated strategies that were often unsuccessful, and, above all, Machenzie was clever enough to get the rules quickly (I know you might not know, but it's sooooo difficult!), our games turned out to be a lot of fun with each of us winning and losing in turns. During the games, I unconciously said, "shit", and had realized only after Machenzie looked at me in surprise, "Do they know what that means!?" with a mischievous smile. I answered him quickly with a fake smile, "Oh, yeah. Ok, whose turn?" but inside, trying hard to sound calm and get the subject passed right away. I knew boys about his age would love to hear such words, (in fact, on the first night when his mom brought him to the house to have dinner with us, she teasingly told us, "He wants to learn some Japanese curse words") but, still, I can't help regretting that, me, actually using it in front of him was not a good idea. Shoot. Especially, if he had told his parents, "And you know what? His big sister said 'shit' during the game!"...and I think I'm sure he did. Shoot.

Now, here's a funny story I won't tell him.
My sister told me today, but the sudden resignation of the Japanese prime minister could be a bigger news among English speaking countries than in Japan. The reason is because the ones eager to succeed (former) Prime Minister Fukuda's position are said to be Ms. Koike and Mr. Aso.
Did you you get it? ;-P Read them out loud. The latter, "Mr. Aso" sounds exzctly like "Mr. Ass Hole" when pronounced, and that is just something media would LOVE to drive our attention to. It's so dumb, but I think it's funny... in a mean way. Although I don't know whether he can make our future lives easier or not, I know what the headlines on news and papers will be like when he doesn't.
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