The toilet is on the floor.
No. Wait. The toilet is the floor?
The toilet in my hotel room is awesome. But this... this gives me goosebumps. I HAD to take a picture on my sidekick and blog about it, because I am in horror.
We're at a traditional restaurant. I'm with part of the executives of the fashion show, some designer friends, and we're celebrating the first day of the show, which turned out to be marvelous. I need to go to the bathroom, I excuse myself and find this:
https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLZmJGGJd63-2aCfYMsm0F78EwVHRx5EKRBi114NlzQt93DV2vFj0WzugBUZB-RVcpg6J5JO8uDh__s1AXJI2CXhg0NEiel5lH8NVSe700JoLqBKDYdMRtt4cfN69ULu0ERG-3T8Js67Gg/s400/squat+toilet.jpg
Oh. You've got to be kidding me.
As I look around the room. I find THIS:
http://www.japanitup.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/japanese-toilet.jpg
Oh, so help me GOD, I am NOT squatting, as though I were in some grass field. NO WAY. I can't DO that. Though colorful and pinkish, it's all so disturbing I exit the room and go back to the table. My face is pale. They ask me what's wrong, but I can't insult their tradition, let alone can I tell them that I really need TO PEE, but won't do so because I refuse to squat.
The evening slows considerably. Every time someone mentions water, I get dizzy. 20 minutes later, squatting doesn't seem like such a bad idea.
"Alright, for the main course now." says a friend.
My eyes widen in horror.
I had to do it.
....
I'm not liking Japan so much anymore.
We leave the restaurant and head towards one of those shows, where you watch geishas dancing to the pretty sound of the music. Okay much better.
Have to go now! Ciao! :D
btw. I miss my BF!! T_T
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Geisha Dreams
I'm in japan.
For Starters: I was supposed to leave in one of the Delton airplanes. Oh. Turned out, that since I didn't leave when I said I would (because I stayed with my boyfriend during the rest of the day), I had to take a commercial airline. I ended up booking a flight, last minute. Luckily, I was able to find a first class offer in Alitalia. And I was surprised! The flight would only take 12 hours and 10 minutes. I didn't think twice. If I didn't get to that fashion show in Japan, I would've certainly lost good future clients. For sure.
I got into the plane, making last minute reservations in the Ritz-Carlton in Tokyo. http://www.ritzcarlton.com/en/Properties/Tokyo/Default.htm Jealous much?
The flight. I get really bored in airplanes given the fact that I'm a naturally full of adrenaline person. Therefore, I was simply moving in my chair, playing sudoku, watching movie, taking out laptop, putting laptop back in, reading book, putting away book, turning off the reading light, turning it back on again, going to the bathroom, moving my feet, moving the reclinable seat... by the 8th hour, I just stared blankly at the airplane ceiling. It was white. Or blue? I was seeing different colors. As I stared at my watch and realized there were still 4 more hours to go, I tried to get some sleep. That didn't work, either. I searched the whole plane for a bloody flight attendant who could give me some tylenol sleep or anything that would send me over to Morpheus' side. No one had anything. No one knew what I was talking about. At the 9th hour I was regretting ever taking the trip. At the 10th hour I imagined myself as a bloodsucking zombie and realized my eyes were heavy. Was I getting sleepy? At the 11th hour, I closed my eyes! YES! I WAS SLEEPING! FINALLY! YAY! Hooray! When I woke up I felt refreshed and ready to arrive. I had probably left for the remaining hour and thirty minutes, had I not? I smiled at my watch. The smile disappeared.
15 minutes.
I slept for 15 minutes.
When I finally arrived to Japan, I felt the whole world turning around. If I had consumed alcohol I would've blamed it on some margarita. But no, I was suffering some potent jet lag.
By the time I arrived to the hotel at noon, I was missing Christian. I wanted to just go back home and hug him. I felt like crying. Did jet lag make you sensible too? Was he missing me too?
Eric called me a bitch for coming to Japan without him. Well, SO-UGH-RRY.
I couldn't phone Christian. Is something wrong with the phones here? Should I dial backwards so that this blo*** Shi*** gets FU*** working. Ugh. I'm not a person prone to saying bad words, but I will say one bad word if I so much as see another plane.....
My mood got better as I wrote the first part of this blog. Christian will probably read it and know I'm well. I have to call him. Can't get my phone to work. Will buy a calling card tomorrow. Does he care if I phone or not? is he worried? ugh. Luciaaaa, calm down.
I got comfy in the hotel and went to sleep.
Now, Today...
I've visited a lot of places. The fashion show is tomorrow, reason why I got to do some tourism. Like:
1.A traditional tea ceremony (YAY) It was soooooooooo coool! :D
2. Went to some japanese temples
3. Met a Kyudo master
4. Used Japanese Toilet Slippers http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e9/JapaneseToiletSlippers.jpg
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5. Ate fish and rice for breakfast
6. Went to a japanese festival.
Btw. I'm not understanding ANYTHING. I do have a friend that's guiding me around. If I didn't have him, I wouldn't have gotten back to the hotel, because no one really speaks English over here... or french, or Italian, or even german.
I bought myself the Learning japanese gameboy advanced game. Hope that works.
Did I mention I miss Christian? I miss youuuuuuuuuu!
For Starters: I was supposed to leave in one of the Delton airplanes. Oh. Turned out, that since I didn't leave when I said I would (because I stayed with my boyfriend during the rest of the day), I had to take a commercial airline. I ended up booking a flight, last minute. Luckily, I was able to find a first class offer in Alitalia. And I was surprised! The flight would only take 12 hours and 10 minutes. I didn't think twice. If I didn't get to that fashion show in Japan, I would've certainly lost good future clients. For sure.
I got into the plane, making last minute reservations in the Ritz-Carlton in Tokyo. http://www.ritzcarlton.com/en/Properties/Tokyo/Default.htm Jealous much?
The flight. I get really bored in airplanes given the fact that I'm a naturally full of adrenaline person. Therefore, I was simply moving in my chair, playing sudoku, watching movie, taking out laptop, putting laptop back in, reading book, putting away book, turning off the reading light, turning it back on again, going to the bathroom, moving my feet, moving the reclinable seat... by the 8th hour, I just stared blankly at the airplane ceiling. It was white. Or blue? I was seeing different colors. As I stared at my watch and realized there were still 4 more hours to go, I tried to get some sleep. That didn't work, either. I searched the whole plane for a bloody flight attendant who could give me some tylenol sleep or anything that would send me over to Morpheus' side. No one had anything. No one knew what I was talking about. At the 9th hour I was regretting ever taking the trip. At the 10th hour I imagined myself as a bloodsucking zombie and realized my eyes were heavy. Was I getting sleepy? At the 11th hour, I closed my eyes! YES! I WAS SLEEPING! FINALLY! YAY! Hooray! When I woke up I felt refreshed and ready to arrive. I had probably left for the remaining hour and thirty minutes, had I not? I smiled at my watch. The smile disappeared.
15 minutes.
I slept for 15 minutes.
When I finally arrived to Japan, I felt the whole world turning around. If I had consumed alcohol I would've blamed it on some margarita. But no, I was suffering some potent jet lag.
By the time I arrived to the hotel at noon, I was missing Christian. I wanted to just go back home and hug him. I felt like crying. Did jet lag make you sensible too? Was he missing me too?
Eric called me a bitch for coming to Japan without him. Well, SO-UGH-RRY.
I couldn't phone Christian. Is something wrong with the phones here? Should I dial backwards so that this blo*** Shi*** gets FU*** working. Ugh. I'm not a person prone to saying bad words, but I will say one bad word if I so much as see another plane.....
My mood got better as I wrote the first part of this blog. Christian will probably read it and know I'm well. I have to call him. Can't get my phone to work. Will buy a calling card tomorrow. Does he care if I phone or not? is he worried? ugh. Luciaaaa, calm down.
I got comfy in the hotel and went to sleep.
Now, Today...
I've visited a lot of places. The fashion show is tomorrow, reason why I got to do some tourism. Like:
1.A traditional tea ceremony (YAY) It was soooooooooo coool! :D
2. Went to some japanese temples
3. Met a Kyudo master
4. Used Japanese Toilet Slippers http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e9/JapaneseToiletSlippers.jpg
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5. Ate fish and rice for breakfast
6. Went to a japanese festival.
Btw. I'm not understanding ANYTHING. I do have a friend that's guiding me around. If I didn't have him, I wouldn't have gotten back to the hotel, because no one really speaks English over here... or french, or Italian, or even german.
I bought myself the Learning japanese gameboy advanced game. Hope that works.
Did I mention I miss Christian? I miss youuuuuuuuuu!
Round 2
This time I'm not repeating my mistakes. Mistakes are good because you learn from them, aren't they? I've learned. Is that part of having grown up? Am I ready now? I want to be.
The words I told Nathan weeks ago come back to my mind: the things I desired, the things I could handle, what I wanted, what I wished to stay away from. They kept coming back to me.
I still like Christian. I really do. Even as I tried to convince myself that it had all been a foolish illusion in my head, my feelings were real. I know this, because I found myself last night, wanting to know him, wanting to be there for him. I realized in seconds just how childish I had been before. If you truly like someone you're supposed to compromise for that person. Then why didn't I see that before? Nathan was right, I was still confused and in a moment I wasn't ready, because I was still changing. Bad moment. But now, now that I feel much more defined and in balance with myself, I understood what it meant to like someone. Sure, it hurts, you're giving yourself, and you become vulnerable for that person, but it's worth it, when you see that person smile, or even so much as acknowledge you.
He's a person who likes to be in control. He's tight, and well, let's face it, square, but I find that all the more endearing now. I'm the complete opposite. I hold nothing back. Yesterday, I sat before him, and I wanted to learn from him. I desired to compromise, I was willing to step out of my own boundary of commodity to understand his reasoning and accept him as who he is. I was a coward before, mayhap I have more courage now.
Softly, slowly, I want to know him. I don't want to rush things, it's still so fragile. This feeling, I want to nurture it... I don't want the pressure or the fast pace of today's society. I definetely want to move steadily forward, making sure I enjoy whatever happens. Round 2? I seem to get plenty of second chances, and I thank God for that. Thoroughly.
He kissed me. Well, he asked if he could kiss me. Considering what happened previously, I don't blame him for asking. His kiss was devastating for me. For a person such as myself, with experience galore, the kiss meant a new beginning. It was unlike anything I had previously lived, as though, my emotions were on the verge of going array. I wanted him to taste me, but I also wanted to taste, I wanted him to touch me, and I wanted to respond in kind. I felt myself shy once more as what already stood so delicately in a plane above my control, swept me away. And I wanted it to last forever, I wanted to take my time, losing myself in the devastation of it all.
I'm surprised at my own reaction! I really do like this.... I really really like him.
The words I told Nathan weeks ago come back to my mind: the things I desired, the things I could handle, what I wanted, what I wished to stay away from. They kept coming back to me.
I still like Christian. I really do. Even as I tried to convince myself that it had all been a foolish illusion in my head, my feelings were real. I know this, because I found myself last night, wanting to know him, wanting to be there for him. I realized in seconds just how childish I had been before. If you truly like someone you're supposed to compromise for that person. Then why didn't I see that before? Nathan was right, I was still confused and in a moment I wasn't ready, because I was still changing. Bad moment. But now, now that I feel much more defined and in balance with myself, I understood what it meant to like someone. Sure, it hurts, you're giving yourself, and you become vulnerable for that person, but it's worth it, when you see that person smile, or even so much as acknowledge you.
He's a person who likes to be in control. He's tight, and well, let's face it, square, but I find that all the more endearing now. I'm the complete opposite. I hold nothing back. Yesterday, I sat before him, and I wanted to learn from him. I desired to compromise, I was willing to step out of my own boundary of commodity to understand his reasoning and accept him as who he is. I was a coward before, mayhap I have more courage now.
Softly, slowly, I want to know him. I don't want to rush things, it's still so fragile. This feeling, I want to nurture it... I don't want the pressure or the fast pace of today's society. I definetely want to move steadily forward, making sure I enjoy whatever happens. Round 2? I seem to get plenty of second chances, and I thank God for that. Thoroughly.
He kissed me. Well, he asked if he could kiss me. Considering what happened previously, I don't blame him for asking. His kiss was devastating for me. For a person such as myself, with experience galore, the kiss meant a new beginning. It was unlike anything I had previously lived, as though, my emotions were on the verge of going array. I wanted him to taste me, but I also wanted to taste, I wanted him to touch me, and I wanted to respond in kind. I felt myself shy once more as what already stood so delicately in a plane above my control, swept me away. And I wanted it to last forever, I wanted to take my time, losing myself in the devastation of it all.
I'm surprised at my own reaction! I really do like this.... I really really like him.
There's gotta be somebody for me out there...
Hello fellow vixens!
I *HIGHLY* reccommend the new Nickelback song "Gotta be Somebody" (you know, the lead singer, Chad Kroeger sang "Hero", that famous song for the fans of Mr.Spidey! hehe! and like he's Canadian, thank you very much). Definitely = A+
As to where I've been? Well, we had some wild days after Oscar night! So many post-oscar parties, including one featuring a karaoke night! (I love Karaoke) There have also been invitations for a number of parties OUTSIDE the city. For those who have been left behind on the SOCIAL CALENDAR: Monday @ 12:00 was 'Night4show'; Tuesday there was THE social gathering at the main building of the country house (so much pretty people, AND they were giving champagne). Today was tranquility night, and yours truly went out with the delicious Percy twins (aka Nathan and Christian). We went to a place called 'Ligero' (Light for those who don't have a Spanish tongue [or haven't known one ;)]). The food was deli-! I DO suggest the pita chips and the wraps there is are simply grand. Oh. B-T-W...
I've decided on my lent promise! I won't be having any type of sauce, like for 40 days. This of course, means, I will only eat my food with: spices, vinegar, olive oil and salt. I needed to de-tox anyways. I hope God sends me something grand in return for depriving myself of those mouth watering carbonara, puttanesca etc.
Aw... I don't have much else to talk about, plus I'm very tired. I've had QUITE the week (sans sex). Ah... Celibacy is MUCH tougher than what I thought. Buuu-hu!
As for the latest news on the surroundings: Eric is ever getting more attention, eventually his ego will send him far far away. Girlas, if you want a tip with my brother... in these days that he can't eat meat, offer him a nice massage in the shoulders, HE L-O-V-E-S. (you'll get extra points for that). Ashley was sick at the beginning of the week. I notice she doesn't eat much, but I took her some chicken soup and some apple juice (an apple a day...? Keeps the doctor away! Unless the doctor is hot, you don't want him away) I left HER in the arms of her lovey dovey Andre. (who I dated, isn't that strange?). She turned into pulp or pup in his arms. Don't worry Ash: no es un delito, es un deleite. Veronique Reinard (as always love her taste in fashion, VERY proper), still she might want to get off the diet a little! Some meat in those bones wouldn't hurt (and I heard there's a pup who's killing for some fresh meat). Caterina? I haven't talked with her at all... Hmm... I wonder if I could give her a makeover too! Nathan is a buddhist now. And Christian? I think I pissed him off slightly. Oops! I'll give him something homemade and get him to forgive me, right right?
I'm going to bed now. Luv!