Yumetenbo coat

Hi guys!

I bought this coat from Yumetenbo as a birthday present to myself the other day.

It's got like 8 bows in total on it (one more on the back, and it's even detachable so I can put it anywhere I want). 

I'm trying to achieve a cuter style that I can wear everyday, but this jacket really makes me feel all princess-ey whenever I go outside... (ヾ(´･ω･｀);;;

I think it's really cute, do you like it? 

[JAPAN 2012] Okinawa - pt 1

Hi guys!♥

I'm just reuploading this entry, 'cause it looked weird when I had the layout redone, and I didn't figure out how to fix it until I'd already deleted it（；_・）

Okay, so in this entry I'll talk about Okinawa! 

I will split Okinawa into two parts - this one being about what I actually did there, and another one just showing you guys how beautiful Okinawa really is.


Because dayum, that place is pretty. 


Anyhow.

I could make a looong description of Okinawa, but in short, Okinawa is just pretty different from the rest of Japan.... (lol)

Well! 

The reason I went to Okinawa was to visit Nacchan - the exchange student who stayed at my house most of last year - and her family.

I got to Naha, the biggest city on Okinawa, in the afternoon on a Thursday after spending approx 7 hours mostly sleeping in Narita Airport (not recommended, by the way. That airport lacks entertainment big time).

I was really nervous and didn't know how to speak to her mom, neither her grandparents whom I was introduced to later that day, so I was unusually quiet the first few days. Also, from day one on I was told what I was going to be told by almost everyone the following two weeks: 

"You're so big!" 

Yes, that's definitely going to help my self esteem.... 

As far as I'm concerned, the further south you get in Asian countries, the smaller the people are. I'm 169 cm tall. That's reasonable, right?

But I swear, everyone in Okinawa are tiny. haha.

But her grandparents were really sweet, and seeing as Nacchan had school and her mom had work, I was left on my own from 9am 'till around 6pm pretty much everyday.


So especially for the first few days, her grandparents took me out to eat. The very first day was "five granny get-together". Nacchans grandmother and her four siblings got together, went to a big mall for some shopping and then had lunch together.
Afterwards everyone kept being amazed that I had survived this outing with all old ladies, but I really enjoyed it.
They were all very nice and the food was so good.

I mean: 

Right? 

Other than eating out with her grandparents (btw, I quickly learnt that "kame, kame" is Okinawan for "eat, eat" (usually it's "tabete") because wow, those people can make one eat sooooo much! I put on 4 kilos in liek... one week. No kidding.), I spent most of most days hanging around at home, looking at the area.


I concluded Okinawa is very sunny (no shit Sherlock), and people there wear the same amount of clothes as an eskimo. They are covered from tip to toe to avoid getting sunburnt, and it looks really.... interesting.

Went to Chiraumi, the biggest aquarium in Japan.

And some "Okinawa Land"-ish place with a lot of Okinawan culture-things, so we had our pics taken in traditional Okinawan kimonos x)

And ofc the beach ♥

And I think that's actually most of what I did while I was on Okinawa. Other than that, I spent time with Natsumi's family and had a sleepover with her cousins spending all night watching K-pop concerts (oh god, Changmin u so sexy) aaaand.. did a lot of sweating. OKINAWA IS REALLY HOT.

Next time I'll show you some pictures of the beautiful landscape :)

Take care!

New Layout ヾ(＾∇＾)

Hi guys♥

SO, as you may already have noticed,

I got a new layout for the blog♥♥

I hope you like it!

My sweet friend Sayamin (yeah, Sayamin x Sayapinky all the way!) from www.littlemisscawaii.com has been so awesome as to work her butt off to create this layout for me. I think it turned out really great!! 

Well, I also turned 20 on the 23rd ohgodI'mnolongerateen! so I guess it's another turning point, haha. I don't feel any older, though, and I'm still stuck in school for the next 8 months or so, so I don't feel like anything changed.

But a nice layout-makeover was very much needed! 

I am very thankful ( ´ ▽ ` )

Well, I just wanted to make this small announcement. I am going to spend my weekend going to Germany for some cross-border shopping and then having my nails done on Sunday♥♥ I'm really excited!

What are you going to do for the weekend? 

I have to redo this to make it fit in...―(T_T)→

[JAPAN 2012] The home of my heart

I think it's amazing how you can find some place, far away and so very different from where you were born, and still breathe in the air there and feel like you're somewhere you belong.

That's really how I feel with Tokyo. 

One of the places I stayed at were on 9th floor and in the evening - or rather, in the night - when stepping onto the veranda of my room, I would be faced with this breathtaking view of tall buildings of all shapes, stacked close up next to each other, all with windows lit randomly on the floors, all with people living their lives behind those windows.

It's not the same kind of beauty as a blue ocean or a mighty forest, but to me, it's just as beautiful. Just as awe-striking.

I could spend half a night on that veranda, looking at the houses, listening to the cars on the streets below and the occasional couples or old men walking home after another late night at work.

I know I will always be Danish and no matter for how long I'll live abroad, even if I get a foreign citizenship, I will always have a home in Denmark.


Even if I tell everyone my country is boring and nothing special, Denmark will always be where I'm from.


But just as much as Denmark is my home, I think Tokyo is as well


- at least the home of my heart.

 

Watching the city from that small veranda,
I really cried.
I really felt how I love this place.

Its people and its customs, the constant, slightly annoying but yet welcomed "Your Japanese is so good!".
The petite people rushing through their daily lives to catch the next train.
The old, hunchbacked women who are so eternally grateful when you offer them a seat in the train, even of they don't accept it.
The office workers in their tight suits taking a well-earned nap in the train.
The nasal shopkeepers telling you what amazing offers their shop has.
The heat that makes you smell like a pig.
The weird but so delicious foods available at every corner.
The convenience stores that for once actually are convenient...

I know there's a lot of shitty things about Japan.

But knowing of them, I also know how to accept them and I know how to reason them out. I know how to not let the weird TV shows and perverted cartoons swallow up the wonders of this country.

Standing on this veranda, I want to give it my all to return back as soon as possible.

I want to stand on this veranda again. I want to remind myself why I spent so much time working, why I didn't buy all the stuff everyone else did, why I missed out on so much.

I want to see the friendly faces of the people here, I want to meet so many more, I want to become a part of this forever evolving town, this ancient country.

I really wish for others to try experiencing not only Tokyo, but this feeling of really loving a place.

I don't need sightseeing, fancy sushi or five-star hotels. I just need to be there.

I'm sure there's others out there who feel the same way, and even more who would - who will - feel like this if or when they one day set foot there. It's hard to love something so far away from your everyday life, but it's an important feeling. It feels good that even though I don't know what I want to do with my life, I know where to find out, where to spend a great deal of it.





It feels good to love Japan.

My everyday make-up (tutorial-ish?)

+50 followers!! + Allergy?!

Hey guys!( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

How are you doing?

I hope you enjoyed my last blog post about my reckless crazy adventure in Tokyo.

I reached 50+ followers!!

Thank you!! 

I'm wondering if I should hold a small giveaway as a thank you, but does it seem desperate to do it already at 50 followers? ahahaha ;;; 

 I'm so happy♥

In other news,

I seem to have gotten slightly allergic to eyelash glue..

I don't know what to do! It feels as if I've gotten allergic to my face OTL

Whenever I wear fake lashes, my eyes get itchy and swollen. I look pretty scary. 

I don't have pictures, because...... Well... Just imagine, big, poofy, red and (=n=)-face and there you have it. That'd be my face.

I'm seriously hoping it's not allergy, but irritation due to overuse. I have been wearing lashes for +15 hours everyday for almost two months, so it could be, right?

...

Right???

  

Well... No matter what, it means I'll have to take a break from wearing falsies for a while, which makes me feel rather... urhm... different.

You know, once you get used to looking a certain way, if that changes, you just feel like you look like a potato.

That's me at the moment.

 A falsie-less potato. 

[JAPAN 2012] ホスト見・Host-looking pt. 2

warning: this is a very long, but hopefully entertaining entry!

 

So, this is going to be different from what you probably expect.

I might just as well put the cards on the table.
We never got to a host club.

Yes.

I know.

Shame on us.

 These are our faces of "why are there no hosts when we wanna go"-ness.

Because we did wanna go. Problem was, that our friend (the "I quit"-guy), whom we ended up talking to a lot more and even figured out was called Tsubasa either kept not being around or just.. suddenly disappearing for the rest of the night whenever we decided we wanted to go.

And the very last night we had no money. Whatsoever.

 Hence, no hostclub for us. My sincere apologies!

But! 

I'm not completely out of stories.
We did get something out of staring at more-or-less pretty people all day.

(actually, there was this one guy that was so ridiculously unattractive that we seriously thought he had been placed there to make the others look hotter. I'm not even kidding you.)

Well,

here goes!

While we were spending our lovely free time on our favorite fence next to the big-headed cat-man (an old, really nice guy wearing a cat-costume trying to make people enter the girl's bar there), we, as said earlier, got hit on quite a few times. 

But one time, a big group of men looking to be between 18 and 30 years old came out. They were more or less drunk, and came up to us talking in English, but as I replied in Japanese they were like "..........what???" and kept talking in half-English, half-Japanese.
Eventually, they invited us to go bowling with them.
And we were like
"why not".

I mean. Look at these shoes. 

These are Japanese bowling shoes.

I think they alone are a pretty good reason to go. 

So, we went with this group of strange, drunk men that we did not know whatsoever who brought us to some weird little bowling hall. Oh yeah, and it was in the middle of the night.

responsibility, what are you?

Did I mention, that half of them were bleached blonde or just bald and tattooed all over?

I present to you, the only Japanese people who are expected to have tattoos:

yakuza.

and we knew that. and we were like

yolo.

So we ended up spending all night - because yes, our curfew of 2am passed by, so we had to stay until 7am - bowling with a bunch of strange men until our arms died and we just sat cheering them on.

I tell you, they were quite a curious group.

One of them was, admittably, rather good-looking, but really seemed to have some weird fetish of touching his tummy. all. the. time.

An other one was pretty drunk, but the only one able to speak English. He also turned out to have two completely different names, and we still have no idea why.
As far as I'm concerned, Japanese people have no middle names.... so...... what?
(if you read this... ... ..... what?)

A third, around 30 years old, turned out to be the boss, and he didn't speak English, but had an awesome pronounciation of the little he did know, and when we taught him how to say "you're good" in Danish, he kept running around to everyone, giving them thumbs up and say "YOU'RE GOOD!!" very enthusiastically. It was hilarious.

Eventually, around 4.30am, they made the craziest bet I have ever witnessed.

They seperated themselves into two teams - the young (19~21) and the old (21~30) - and bet that the loser would have to pay the winner around 1000 yen for every point the other team won by.
(well, I'm not quite sure that was the exact bet, but something along those lines)

The "old" team ended up winning by .... a lot.
We're talking, they ended up receiving  like 50.000 yen or more. It's like... $600 dollars. 


(I repeat,

or more. )




and the young ones just gathered the money and handed them over.

I wanna bowl with them again sometime and I wanna be on the winning team. 

I wouldn't need to work again. ever.

At least it got evened out somewhat when we got invited to eat sushi for breakfast. And not just random, cheapskate sushi.
The sushi on this picture. Delicious sushi.

Expensive sushi.
yes, i know i put this picture in an entry earlier, but who doesn't wanna look at good sushi? 
That's what I thought.  

Sugardaddies? 

We got 'em.

That's about it for our host-watching adventure.
If you stuck around to reading this far, thank you. I hope I managed to entertain you.
I shall now return to paying attention to class.