Time Regained
To allay the disappointment ... Mom sent two packages, one for each, and I received mine today, opened with great fanfare this evening ...
Coliiiis! conteeente me!
Hime happy too!
Miamhumpfgrumpf madeleines! Mamaaan thank you!
... Nature madeleines, madeleines with lemon, chocolate Easter (merciiii), chocolate pastry, canned confit onion and tomato, small cakes nuts-li-cious, milk for the body the Occitane Cherry Blossom history to make a wink of Doliprane (hooray), the count very very well packed in aluminum (alleluiiia), a scarf that belongs to well known long time, and the most adorable card the world ...
Filled! :) Since we must encourage
karma, we 're gone enjoy the caramelized eel (god that's good) nearby. We shall return!
The frangine feasts ...
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
How Long Does Skin Pigment Heal
Processing
Boo! Boo! She has a blog it does not update! bouuuh!
... avoiding bottles of wine, cheese boxes and empty cans of sauerkraut, I would say in my defense that:
1) Here is the start of year (April is the start of the new school year), so j got a job as minister of the time.
2) The cancellation of the trip my mother (because, I repeat, a STUPIDISSIME Icelandic volcano) cut me a little classy, and looks like the Anglo-Saxon, "I am processing.
3) ... it's Golden Week starting tomorrow, that means time to sleep (maybe) and post pictures!
Because it is not all that but I still travel to Korea to tell (it'll do a month anyway), and then talk of school, all that stuff.
Registrations were surging again because Waseda has completely changed its language program. I remained a dead calm, and I have actually seen the sudden stress that I am stuck in front of the avalanche assignments, orientation week ago. (Meanwhile, I breathed into perspective, found my rhythm and I left for the semester, hopefully). Because
manage both Waseda and Sciences Po, which continues to harass me then that is administratively separated by ten thousand miles and eight hours of time difference, it is impossible. So I decided I was going to be effective and Zen (haha). I'm on my fifth confrontation with the Centre of Japanese Language, also mysteriously dubbed "the fourth floor of the building twenty-two", grimly known as "floor-which-is-not-must-not-speak-the-name "or even as "the hellish office" ... and I still do not dive gueulante. It serves no purpose since they consider that the regulation and instructions prior to their own existence, and not vice versa. "The rule is, therefore I am."
short, smokers enrollment this semester courses ejected me "classics" and I end up with:
- A course "major" three times (3 x 1h30) "Write an essay with photos your student experience abroad "
-" Discover the traditional Japanese culture: knowledge acquisition "
-" Discover the traditional Japanese culture : Practice "(with workshops aikido, exit at the Kabuki etc.).
-" Study of the concept of work "(with learning the vocabulary related to work in Japan, playing statistics, etc.).
-" Read short stories "
-" Studying Japanese through the study of cartoons by Hayao Miyazaki "
-" Role-playing and writing dialogues in Japanese "
-" Learning Japanese through the study of season "
-" Read old stories and tales Japanese "
- Grammar Level 4," group 1 and group 2 to complete the history textbook in one semester.
short, this semester, I learn not only Japanese but also learn lots of things cultural. What is both amazing and at the same time killing, because of course I go head like a watermelon filled before me continually focus on the form and content. At the same time I feel great forward speed V. .. hope that this impression is confirmed.
That ...
Tomorrow pictures.
Boo! Boo! She has a blog it does not update! bouuuh!
... avoiding bottles of wine, cheese boxes and empty cans of sauerkraut, I would say in my defense that:
1) Here is the start of year (April is the start of the new school year), so j got a job as minister of the time.
2) The cancellation of the trip my mother (because, I repeat, a STUPIDISSIME Icelandic volcano) cut me a little classy, and looks like the Anglo-Saxon, "I am processing.
3) ... it's Golden Week starting tomorrow, that means time to sleep (maybe) and post pictures!
Because it is not all that but I still travel to Korea to tell (it'll do a month anyway), and then talk of school, all that stuff.
Registrations were surging again because Waseda has completely changed its language program. I remained a dead calm, and I have actually seen the sudden stress that I am stuck in front of the avalanche assignments, orientation week ago. (Meanwhile, I breathed into perspective, found my rhythm and I left for the semester, hopefully). Because
manage both Waseda and Sciences Po, which continues to harass me then that is administratively separated by ten thousand miles and eight hours of time difference, it is impossible. So I decided I was going to be effective and Zen (haha). I'm on my fifth confrontation with the Centre of Japanese Language, also mysteriously dubbed "the fourth floor of the building twenty-two", grimly known as "floor-which-is-not-must-not-speak-the-name "or even as "the hellish office" ... and I still do not dive gueulante. It serves no purpose since they consider that the regulation and instructions prior to their own existence, and not vice versa. "The rule is, therefore I am."
short, smokers enrollment this semester courses ejected me "classics" and I end up with:
- A course "major" three times (3 x 1h30) "Write an essay with photos your student experience abroad "
-" Discover the traditional Japanese culture: knowledge acquisition "
-" Discover the traditional Japanese culture : Practice "(with workshops aikido, exit at the Kabuki etc.).
-" Study of the concept of work "(with learning the vocabulary related to work in Japan, playing statistics, etc.).
-" Read short stories "
-" Studying Japanese through the study of cartoons by Hayao Miyazaki "
-" Role-playing and writing dialogues in Japanese "
-" Learning Japanese through the study of season "
-" Read old stories and tales Japanese "
- Grammar Level 4," group 1 and group 2 to complete the history textbook in one semester.
short, this semester, I learn not only Japanese but also learn lots of things cultural. What is both amazing and at the same time killing, because of course I go head like a watermelon filled before me continually focus on the form and content. At the same time I feel great forward speed V. .. hope that this impression is confirmed.
That ...
Tomorrow pictures.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Bulk Coins Belly Dance
Wait for me, my flower of sakura!
(I'm in cherry blossoms, I want to go before collapsing in my bed)
The song of the season, of course Sakura Girl the boy band News , they applauded very loudly, wououh! ...
Sakura kimi no you NAAA deshitaaa ... oops, sorry. Laugh, but it fits in the head even easier when you understand the lyrics (which are incredibly easy, the evidence, I understand).
(and incidentally: YES this clip sucks, but you must admit, it's so funny!)
If you remember the previous note on the cherry blossoms and their symbolism (reminder: nothing lasts, but it why it is beautiful) (yes, I'm strong for abstracts), you'll quickly understand the relationship to the song.
The chorus says "you were like the cherry blossoms, and our love was like the spring ": this, this means that y 'is one that has been pressed in beauty, as the cherry blossom disappears as quickly as it appears that spring is s' complete next month for the rainy season (noooo tristeeeeesse).
"As the wind blows and scatters the petals, the wind takes me and I die" is triiiste.
As for couplets is insignificant details of this failed love story: they were in the classroom, they are talking about everything and nothing, but he will never forget those moments. She left and said goodbye, he does can no longer cope, as the petal that love was fine but now he does not want to hear about it ...
You were like the cherry blossom, and our love was like the spring is always this feeling in me as the wind blows and scatters the leaves falling, the wind takes me and dies, wait for me, wait me, my cherry blossom! cherry blossom, cherry blossom, my cherry blossom, cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, etc etc etc etc.
That was the explanation text of the day. Murakami and Mishima can get dressed, lyricists and NEWS are in place! BIG UP!
(I'm in cherry blossoms, I want to go before collapsing in my bed)
The song of the season, of course Sakura Girl the boy band News , they applauded very loudly, wououh! ...
Sakura kimi no you NAAA deshitaaa ... oops, sorry. Laugh, but it fits in the head even easier when you understand the lyrics (which are incredibly easy, the evidence, I understand).
(and incidentally: YES this clip sucks, but you must admit, it's so funny!)
If you remember the previous note on the cherry blossoms and their symbolism (reminder: nothing lasts, but it why it is beautiful) (yes, I'm strong for abstracts), you'll quickly understand the relationship to the song.
The chorus says "you were like the cherry blossoms, and our love was like the spring ": this, this means that y 'is one that has been pressed in beauty, as the cherry blossom disappears as quickly as it appears that spring is s' complete next month for the rainy season (noooo tristeeeeesse).
"As the wind blows and scatters the petals, the wind takes me and I die" is triiiste.
As for couplets is insignificant details of this failed love story: they were in the classroom, they are talking about everything and nothing, but he will never forget those moments. She left and said goodbye, he does can no longer cope, as the petal that love was fine but now he does not want to hear about it ...
You were like the cherry blossom, and our love was like the spring is always this feeling in me as the wind blows and scatters the leaves falling, the wind takes me and dies, wait for me, wait me, my cherry blossom! cherry blossom, cherry blossom, my cherry blossom, cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, etc etc etc etc.
That was the explanation text of the day. Murakami and Mishima can get dressed, lyricists and NEWS are in place! BIG UP!
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Boku no sakura
http://noeminonihon.canalblog.com/ has already made excellent grades on flowering cherry trees in Japan ...
For non-English speakers, let me repeat ...
The cherry blossoms are not only a national symbol (even rugby players have small pink flowers sewn on the shirt, hinhinhin), but in addition carry a whole aesthetic, a range of values and concepts specific to Japanese society. The big idea is the following very poetic but very sad that things are ephemeral, and are even more beautiful for that reason. The beauty of cherry blossoms peaked during the minute preceding the time of his death. The flowers mature, a bright pink, in fact preparing to drop out and disappear ...
This aesthetic is at once the wealth and weakness of the Japanese culture (but this is just my opinion).
the same way as we vacillates between Christmas evening holy hell and commercial Hanami vacillates between spiritual celebration and debauchery of heavy alcohol and laziness ... The Japanese "do" hanami, ie they arise under a tree, take pictures of flowers for five minutes (and in passing I say bravo, because they are still the same flowers each year and you still have the entire population of the archipelago which is the same press as the first cherry bud disappearance until the last petal. Imagine the photo album: "Cherry Blossom 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993 etc ... etc.. "), then go to picnic and drink, drink, BOIIIIIIIRE for heuuures with their friends.
I fun but as usual debauchery at the Japanese remains a quiet, gently festive and full of serenity and laughter (I compare to a thirty-one-foot from December to the Eiffel Tower: Japanese are angels, ladies and gentlemen.)
http://noeminonihon.canalblog.com/ has already made excellent grades on flowering cherry trees in Japan ...
For non-English speakers, let me repeat ...
The cherry blossoms are not only a national symbol (even rugby players have small pink flowers sewn on the shirt, hinhinhin), but in addition carry a whole aesthetic, a range of values and concepts specific to Japanese society. The big idea is the following very poetic but very sad that things are ephemeral, and are even more beautiful for that reason. The beauty of cherry blossoms peaked during the minute preceding the time of his death. The flowers mature, a bright pink, in fact preparing to drop out and disappear ...
This aesthetic is at once the wealth and weakness of the Japanese culture (but this is just my opinion).
the same way as we vacillates between Christmas evening holy hell and commercial Hanami vacillates between spiritual celebration and debauchery of heavy alcohol and laziness ... The Japanese "do" hanami, ie they arise under a tree, take pictures of flowers for five minutes (and in passing I say bravo, because they are still the same flowers each year and you still have the entire population of the archipelago which is the same press as the first cherry bud disappearance until the last petal. Imagine the photo album: "Cherry Blossom 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993 etc ... etc.. "), then go to picnic and drink, drink, BOIIIIIIIRE for heuuures with their friends.
I fun but as usual debauchery at the Japanese remains a quiet, gently festive and full of serenity and laughter (I compare to a thirty-one-foot from December to the Eiffel Tower: Japanese are angels, ladies and gentlemen.)
Virtual Putting On Braces Games Online
Cherry blossom girl
"It's absolutely shameful," I said to myself with satisfaction in my donut crunchy black currant orange. It is shameful to have Tuesday free all semester, shame he does so beautiful and hot in the streets of Tokyo, ashamed to have so many shopping bags on the seat opposite, filled with green dresses and pink and pearlescent bags.
Ashamed to ask just because I feel like it and take a taste sensation with a own serenity in the days of almost-spring-summer. To leave when I went into this Amosphère suave and discover a game between Shibuya and Yoyogi in which I had never ventured, at the crossroads of three arrondissemnts I know very well yet.
Ashamed to rejoice that my Baito was canceled, cutting short my reflexes white rabbit: "Late, late, I go around ..." ah would not I go nowhere in the end.
A little sun, it changes everything.
"It's absolutely shameful," I said to myself with satisfaction in my donut crunchy black currant orange. It is shameful to have Tuesday free all semester, shame he does so beautiful and hot in the streets of Tokyo, ashamed to have so many shopping bags on the seat opposite, filled with green dresses and pink and pearlescent bags.
Ashamed to ask just because I feel like it and take a taste sensation with a own serenity in the days of almost-spring-summer. To leave when I went into this Amosphère suave and discover a game between Shibuya and Yoyogi in which I had never ventured, at the crossroads of three arrondissemnts I know very well yet.
Ashamed to rejoice that my Baito was canceled, cutting short my reflexes white rabbit: "Late, late, I go around ..." ah would not I go nowhere in the end.
A little sun, it changes everything.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
What Does John Savage Look Like
But who are these whistling snakes on your head?
Mom, you would have loved Okinawa is full of snakes! We did not have ventured in the woods so no direct comparison for us to share the little park in Okinawa snakes world.
Tank alcohol snake, slurp.
The Ryukyu island has its own four species of snakes (little lucky), super poisonous habu called . For the anecdote at the beginning of the century, mongooses (natural enemy habu) were introduced in the hope of fighting snakes whose bites were particularly painful and harmful: bad luck, the mongoose is diurnal and nocturnal habus being, mongooses have simply decimated many other reptile species and birds without having any effect on the snakes ... it is always fair game, what kind of plan!
As usual with Japanese who have Relans animist religion when it takes them, any animal is both to meet, eat, to use for tourism . The three are not mutually exclusive ... The snake handlers take you on a speech dythirambique besitoles but still conclude with "can also be used skin to cover their guitars, and it makes alcohol too. A small glass? "
For information, if you find yourself one day in front of a cobra, just move around and get behind his head to disappear from his field of vision. nerd, eh? The cobra does absolutely NOTHING captures what is happening behind him. You can give as many shots as you want behind the skull, he understood not what happens to him, he will not return.
To other information, you can be as nice and friendly and affectionate as you want with a snake, you do not take it otherwise than as a prey to devour. Bale also is ...
The snake became pink snake of love "against his will ... ah, those Japanese ...
I tasted alcohol snake before Okinawa, and the fact is that it just feels alcohol at 90 ° ..
Mom, you would have loved Okinawa is full of snakes! We did not have ventured in the woods so no direct comparison for us to share the little park in Okinawa snakes world.
Tank alcohol snake, slurp.
The Ryukyu island has its own four species of snakes (little lucky), super poisonous habu called . For the anecdote at the beginning of the century, mongooses (natural enemy habu) were introduced in the hope of fighting snakes whose bites were particularly painful and harmful: bad luck, the mongoose is diurnal and nocturnal habus being, mongooses have simply decimated many other reptile species and birds without having any effect on the snakes ... it is always fair game, what kind of plan!
As usual with Japanese who have Relans animist religion when it takes them, any animal is both to meet, eat,
For information, if you find yourself one day in front of a cobra, just move around and get behind his head to disappear from his field of vision. nerd, eh? The cobra does absolutely NOTHING captures what is happening behind him. You can give as many shots as you want behind the skull, he understood not what happens to him, he will not return.
To other information, you can be as nice and friendly and affectionate as you want with a snake, you do not take it otherwise than as a prey to devour. Bale also is ...
The snake became pink snake of love "against his will ... ah, those Japanese ...
I tasted alcohol snake before Okinawa, and the fact is that it just feels alcohol at 90 ° ..
How To Cheat On Idrag
Class ... no class!
Oh the beautiful beach!
... oh the beautiful industrial area ...
Dragon ...
... pheasant! Great optical illusion!
Starlet!
... or not.
Oh the beautiful beach!
... oh the beautiful industrial area ...
Dragon ...
... pheasant! Great optical illusion!
Starlet!
... or not.
Symptoms, Headache, Night Sweats, Chills
Whenever, Wherever
"Even though we knew would drive, he would have had an international license for roll, so it would have been galley ... "
This is what has been repeated during our four days in Okinawa Okinawa ... where we see young people doing nothing, unlike in Tokyo where the Japanese are always busy: working, participate in their clubs to go eat with their classmates or colleagues, drink, play, sing karaoke, go shopping, to dress, make conversation, work half-time, to go somewhere. The people of Tokyo are constantly moving, not having to think about what they would like to personally do. They throw themselves headlong into all sorts of activities, if possible collective, to forget that they are responsible for their own lives.
But it is not by ideology that young people of Okinawa do nothing: it is primarily because Okinawa is all about beaches and forests, that when we lived there since birth, you end up knowing every inch of his city and no car, no hello. So I saw groups of young people bumming outright for the first time in six months, his hands in his pockets, balloon toe, eye idle ...
Scary bus terminal at Naha, full bus we know not where do they go.
As a tourist, it was just lots and lots of time spent in transportation consisting of buses Colombian , and as much time waiting on the roadside in the middle of nowhere, given the rarity of crossing times. Many buses are free, but still empty of people.
Colombian Bus makes you jump from one foot approximately twice per minute.
However, more punctual, you die: when the train is supposed to leave at 8:30, the motor will turn at 8:30 and one-tenth of a second. I live near Paris so I was fascinated, I have not missed a single start bus: so exactly was beautiful! be, it is this very rigidity that made us miss our bus back to Okinawa World, close to thirty seconds. But that does not stop me from feeding a boundless admiration for these drivers as straddling the zones. I would have liked to bring one to give lessons to drivers of the TRPA Chennevières / La Varenne RER, the 308 and the Sucy-en-Brie RER / Crossroads Ormesson. It would not luxury ...
The frangine trying to cope with the times ... Good luck!
"Even though we knew would drive, he would have had an international license for roll, so it would have been galley ... "
(myself, along a country road on the island of Okinawa, March 2010)
This is what has been repeated during our four days in Okinawa Okinawa ... where we see young people doing nothing, unlike in Tokyo where the Japanese are always busy: working, participate in their clubs to go eat with their classmates or colleagues, drink, play, sing karaoke, go shopping, to dress, make conversation, work half-time, to go somewhere. The people of Tokyo are constantly moving, not having to think about what they would like to personally do. They throw themselves headlong into all sorts of activities, if possible collective, to forget that they are responsible for their own lives.
But it is not by ideology that young people of Okinawa do nothing: it is primarily because Okinawa is all about beaches and forests, that when we lived there since birth, you end up knowing every inch of his city and no car, no hello. So I saw groups of young people bumming outright for the first time in six months, his hands in his pockets, balloon toe, eye idle ...
Scary bus terminal at Naha, full bus we know not where do they go.
As a tourist, it was just lots and lots of time spent in transportation consisting of buses
Colombian Bus makes you jump from one foot approximately twice per minute.
However, more punctual, you die: when the train is supposed to leave at 8:30, the motor will turn at 8:30 and one-tenth of a second. I live near Paris so I was fascinated, I have not missed a single start bus: so exactly was beautiful! be, it is this very rigidity that made us miss our bus back to Okinawa World, close to thirty seconds. But that does not stop me from feeding a boundless admiration for these drivers as straddling the zones. I would have liked to bring one to give lessons to drivers of the TRPA Chennevières / La Varenne RER, the 308 and the Sucy-en-Brie RER / Crossroads Ormesson. It would not luxury ...
The frangine trying to cope with the times ... Good luck!
Friday, April 2, 2010
Does Heather Brooke Smoke
Tadaima ...
There will be pictures, words, impressions, catch up - I still have much to say about Okinawa and Seoul which I have just returned. Breath of fresh air despite the cold and chapping and soreness and spicy dishes; breath in my head, returning to Japan this afternoon, finding smells so typically Japanese that I had yet accustomed during several months and who have awakened this particular emotion, which was a bit sleepy these past few months ...
My love of Japan, which survives even if the country is sometimes too quiet, sometimes too exuberant ... Love that survives despite my fear of natural disasters and despite the millions of Japanese loans to me slam the sliding door in his face and pass me without shame in the queue under the absurd pretext that I am a foreigner. Japan remains a beautiful country and especially a country that speaks to me, where the silhouettes of small grandmothers and children make me smile when I find myself without words when I describe the smell of clean subway, the sight of sakura launderers and turn pink in my street, and musicality, the radiant beauty of this language ...
I was surprised by my two trips, the gentle island of Okinawa and Seoul the spontaneous showered me with colors, smells, and sounds. But I did not expect to find myself upside down so the back.
those who mailée me, I will answer very soon, first I must unpack my bags and clean thoroughly to prepare my return on Monday ...
There will be pictures, words, impressions, catch up - I still have much to say about Okinawa and Seoul which I have just returned. Breath of fresh air despite the cold and chapping and soreness and spicy dishes; breath in my head, returning to Japan this afternoon, finding smells so typically Japanese that I had yet accustomed during several months and who have awakened this particular emotion, which was a bit sleepy these past few months ...
My love of Japan, which survives even if the country is sometimes too quiet, sometimes too exuberant ... Love that survives despite my fear of natural disasters and despite the millions of Japanese loans to me slam the sliding door in his face and pass me without shame in the queue under the absurd pretext that I am a foreigner. Japan remains a beautiful country and especially a country that speaks to me, where the silhouettes of small grandmothers and children make me smile when I find myself without words when I describe the smell of clean subway, the sight of sakura launderers and turn pink in my street, and musicality, the radiant beauty of this language ...
I was surprised by my two trips, the gentle island of Okinawa and Seoul the spontaneous showered me with colors, smells, and sounds. But I did not expect to find myself upside down so the back.
those who mailée me, I will answer very soon, first I must unpack my bags and clean thoroughly to prepare my return on Monday ...
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