My very first makeup review, yay! I am not an expert, or even a really good amateur – I am a beginner in every sense of the word. A very lazy beginner as a matter of fact (you will not see me spend more than 10 minutes on makeup, and that’s pushing it)! Because of my skin, I don’t wear much face makeup (hopefully that will change soon), but I do dabble in eye makeup from time to time.
Now that I have that out of the way, let’s get to the review! Continue reading
I think summer will always remind me of Japan.
It’s just small things that serve as reminders. Certain songs, rainstorms, scents.
Today, as I hung up some of my laundry to dry, I remembered my days in Japan where i walked from my dorm to the laundry room I’d carry my clothes in a pastel polkadot tote bag, one that I got in one of many fashion magazines from 7-11 and random conbinis.
At the Olympic center where I stayed, there were paths throughout the campus that were protected by roofing. I remember walking under them with my bag, listening to my music, happy to have some alone time.
after finishing my laundry, I would choose to save my money and not use the dryers – they were too weak to dry laundry anyway – and hang my clothed to dry in my room. I had a clothesline that originated from my coat hanger and wrapped around my window handle. It wasn’t the most elegant, but it got the job done.
During the rainy season, the humidity was unbearable, also making the clothes take forever to dry. Once, my clothes dried with a mold, moldew-y smell that I couldn’t get out and I had to wash them all over again. I eventually learned the art of air drying. I think everyone in my program did.
If you stood in the middle of the courtyard and looked up at building B, you could see a glimpse of everyone’s personal method of airdrying. Some hung their clothes outside of their window (this someone didn’t work out, as the wind would come along and take it away), others hung them on the window sill. They were akin to flags of individuality.
After hanging my laundry, I’d open the window, and watch my clothes gently flutter as the wind wove through their fibers. Laying in my bed, I’d listen to the sounds of the courtyard – middle schoolers playing soccer, college girls chatting, or the huge crows that liked to caw and swoop from tree to tree.
As I do the same in my room back in America, it’s almost a feeble attempt to relive a period of my life that I never want to forget.
その時をぜったい忘れないよ。
思い出 