Proud to be Japanese…

I have to say, I am proud.

Not just Hot Dog Eating contest.

Ronny Cedeno

is my new favorite Mariner

“You are SO lucky”

Some of my Japanese friends said to me; “You are SO lucky, to have a job you enjoy (in Japanese, of course)” – hmmm…

Yes, I am. I am so, damn lucky, that I get to do what I like and get paid – tour guiding, writing, interpreting, elfing, men’s-underwear-consulting, homeschooling (for my kids, not paid), dancing (not technically a job… wait, I did get paid to dance hula) – anything I do, pretty much, I enjoy. So, I am lucky.

For Japanese people, who tend to believe that “suffering is a virtue,” my lucky life is not so acceptable, apparently.

Now… Is Luck really just a Luck?

Let’s see…

I think Luck comes from the encounter with right people at the right timing.
I enjoy my life.
I enjoy other people’s lives.
I enjoy good vibes from me, and from other people.
I appreciate things and people around me, therefore,
I want to interact with them anytime, anywhere.
I end up having many encounters, which bring me more lucky situations.

Oh, and I work really, really hard, too!

So, for my Japanese friends:

“Sorry that I am so lucky – and I am trying to feel suffered by being lucky, but I can’t – what a terrible suffering!” – see? I am still a Japanese

Yay to my church!

Prince of Peace Lutheran church (in Shoreline) is open to all!
Whoo-hoo!

Before I regret…

I am not going to die soon, at least I am not trying to die soon.

Knowing myself pretty well, I will REALLY regret if I did not have a chance to share with people I love, about “How much I love you all.” I guess it will be too late to share at my funeral, as I will not be able to speak.

So, here it is, My Love Letter to People/Things I Love

To my husband ;

You are beyond words could describe. All my life, I did not understand why I deserve you. You are in a way insane that you wanted to be my husband. I loved you so much, and all the crazy stuff we did together (well, mostly I did) were amazing. You are the best thing, the very best thing in my life.

To my kids :

I was never a normal mom for you, but I loved you very, very much. You taught me many things, including the importance of having a place to grow, and the importance of wearing clean underwear all the time. You will be fine. Even if you happen to be gay, try to have a family with somebody you love. It’s worth it.

To my parents ;

You are the most patient people on earth, to be my parents. Thank you for teaching me to “love life in my own way” – probably the best lesson I ever learnt. I hope my kids learn that from you, too. Sorry I don’t remember everything you did for me when I was young, but I do appreciate that you were always there for me.

To my female friends ;

Shine! you are all sooooooo beautiful inside & outside. Don’t use any negative energy to hate or dislike – it’s not worth it. Use your body and mind as assets for your life. I felt so honored to get to know you. No, I was not a lesbian.

To my male friends ;

You were all crazy to hang out with a married woman like me, but I sure enjoyed our time together! Remember that you are all hotties, if not, I did not become your friend. And, my boobs were not fake, in case you were wondering.

To Pastor Pam and Pastor Bachman ;

I bet it was a challenge to have a congregation member like me.
Thank you, for not judging me in a way a lot of people do. I love you very much.

To my church friends ;

Yes, I was not a typical christian, but I believed in believing. Enjoyed singing in a choir, playing handbells, drinking weak coffee, cutting way too many Costco cakes with you all. Jesus rocks!

To my Baristas ;

I hope there is Vivace in heaven (or hell, whichever I go)…

To my favorite DJs and band members ;

Thank you for the great music and great vibe. I needed that A LOT!

To my Hula friends ;

I could not have enough time to dance with you – but you all had great Aloha in your hearts. Makana – you were more than my Kumu. Aloha & Mahalo Nui Loa.

To my friends in Japan ;

Sorry, I don’t remember much about you guys – but I am sure you were all fabulous. Being Japanese is cool, but you should know what you want and you should be able to express yourselves more – of course, it’s just my opinion.

To my work friends ;

You made my work days more exciting and fun! Yap, I know, we did not agree on all the opinions and stuff, but we survived together. Keep on doing the best you can!

To my MacBook and my iPhone ;

Hey you, amazing gadgets

To people I thought I did not like ;

No, I did not mean it, really. If you tried to hurt my feelings before, well, you are all forgiven. Just don’t do it again to anyone.

To Seattle ;

My home – thank you for being nice to me (except winter time)

To Hawaii ;

My soul was/ is/will be always there.

To myself ;

It’s been fun to be ME

Masks to prevent Swine Flu

Prevention for swine flu is highly encouraged in all over the world – Japanese people are not exceptions.

I am, for my work, always meeting with Japanese tourists with masks – but they are wearing exactly same ones, not so interesting… no fashion statement, what so ever.

Here are my choices of masks;

or, maybe this…

How about this one?

Surely, this would work great in many ways…

I will make sure to wash my hands, too.

Swiss Cheese Brain

Apparently, my brain is like Swiss cheese – have bubbly holes.
Does this explain my craziness?
I am, kind of, bubbly though.

Hmmm…

Speaking of brains, I saw two frozen goat heads at the Halal meat market. Can anyone teach me how to cook those?