Kelly Azuma

Maybe I shouldn’t have ranted my head off like I did in the previous post, but there has been a lot going on lately…life just hasn’t been as smooth in the past 4 weeks as it is usually.

I haven’t had a period for 56 days and I’m past the PMS stage. I’ve had PMS so many times in the past 56 days when I thought I was going to get a period and it never came. So I’m just thinking I’m having cranky pants syndrome every day of the month. I’m so annoyed by any little thing lately…anything sets me off and I can feel myself turning into the monster from the black swamp but can’t help it. I’ve been taking my bush flower essences but even that has reached a point where it’s not working. I don’t usually pray for my period but god I so am…I am so sick of this BS.

Yesterday the car broke down in the middle of a busy intersection at lunch time. We were on the way to lunch, we got all dolled up and then broke down. We have a small car and it was kind of in the way. All these big cars were zooming past and rocking our little hatchback so bad I thought we were going to tip over. Instead of stopping or offering help we had jerkoffs yelling obscenities at us out the car window as they went past. Hope they never get broken down when I’m driving past that’s all I can say.

The car wouldn’t start back up again so Yasu had me phone the RAC to get them to come out and help us, and it cost us $207 to sign up for a membership for 1 year. After I hung up, Yasu decided he would try to start the car one more time and it started. I had to call the RAC to cancel the job but couldn’t cancel the membership so now we are two hundred dollars poorer.

We made it home ok but I told Yasu we won’t be able to make plans to go anywhere until he gets the car fixed. He knew it was having problems and he didn’t book it in to the mechanic because probably he hoped it would magically disappear. Before the mechanic told us it was spark plugs which were changed and the car was still not starting or stalling, then he said it was the fuel injectors so we replaced those, still car is not working and now he reckons we need a new gearbox which will cost $600 to replace.

I thought crappy July was over, but August looks worse. I’ve been looking for a part-time/casual job to save some money for us to go travelling but it’s not happening because there are no jobs around at the moment.

I’m also still struggling on an off with my health. The dreaded indigestion came back and now we don’t have the money for me to go to the herbalist because of the car so I have to put up with it.

So yeah, that’s where I’m at at the moment. I usually try to be positive but at the moment everything is just getting me down. All of last week I stayed in the house like a hermit because I felt so depressed about it all.

I had a talk to a good old friend today and she lifted my spirits somewhat, I will try to be more positive about things, (thank you Boh).

Yesterday, when I gave Tarot readings to our friends, Yasu did the simultaneous translating and he was really really good! It made me realise that he could do it for a job if he wanted to. And I was really wishing I was at his level… :)

I’m really proud of him, and I told him that. At the moment he said he’s happy with his current career but I guess if work ever dried up there is another avenue he could be successful at. :)

Recently another supervisor at his work asked him to translate some Japanese papers for him – he was trying to buy a car from Japan by himself. Anyway, Yasu brought the papers home and I had a go at translating them to English. I was proud to say I didn’t do too badly. There was a few kanji’s I didn’t know, but in the end, together, we got it completed. It really sparked an interest in me. It was something I had always wanted to do, I went to university so I could become an interpreter, but actually the translating is more my thing.

I’ve kept up my reading/writing/listening in Japanese pretty much since I went to university. It’s not something that is hard for me as I’ve always had a very big interest in the language and culture. My only sore point is that I don’t get nearly enough speaking practice as Yasu feels weird speaking Japanese to people who are not Japanese, so we always speak in English.

I’ve decided to start studying Japanese again, and maybe get accredited for translating. I also want to study Japanese again because I want to incorporate Kanji into various art and craft projects that I am working on. I see Japanese as a gateway to creativity, kanji really inspires me, the way it is written the amount of kanji that makes up one whole kanji, and the meanings when different kanji come together is similar to that of a card reading.

Anyway… yesterday ignited my previous thoughts of getting back to Japanese. Funny how things seem to happen to kind of remind you or push you into action. So I’ve just dug out my university textbooks for some review.

7 years ago today Yasu and I got married at the registry office in Perth. My mum came in for a few minutes to be a witness and left just as quickly in a dour mood, while my sister waited in the car for my mum.

We had 2 uni friends there, one were witnessing and doing the photography.

Even though my family live in Perth, none of them came because I chose to wear a blue wedding dress – my then favourite colour – instead of white. I hate white, and I still do. I never wanted to be the same as everyone else, I like colour and so does Yasu, and I wanted to remember my wedding day wearing the colour I love, not wearing a colour I hate.

I also didn’t want a big wedding (which further grated on my family) because I’m quite shy when it comes down to it, and walking down an aisle with people looking at me is not my idea of fun – in fact it really made me feel anxious, so that’s why we decided to do it at the registry office, which was the best choice.

We had our photo’s taken in the Japanese gardens at Perth Zoo, and then we went out for Chinese with our Singaporean friends.

We stayed at Burswood Resort Casino on our wedding night, and then just over a year later we took our 1 month honeymoon in Japan.

I’m proud to say that we did it our way, and we are still happy with how the day went. I love my photo’s, I love the dress I wore, and I love Yasu more than ever.

Now, 7 years later, looking back on that day – how young we were but so full of optimism. I don’t feel so young anymore, in fact today I’m 32. We got married on my 25th birthday. But I still feel that sense of optimism about the future.

Yasu has stood by me through major illnesses for the past 7 years, he’s been my #1 supporter. He’s stood by me through the thick and thin, the better and worse. We’ve had our fights, our make-ups, our happy times and our sad times.

Through it all though, he has been my rock. He continues to encourage me, support me, love me for who I am and all my good and bad points equally.

I love him even though sometimes he makes me mad or sad, I love him because he works hard every day for our life. I love him because he understands me better than anyone else. I love him because he’s unique, because he loves my cooking, and because I have never been so close to anyone as I am to Yasu.

I try to be a good wife, though I’m not sure if I am. But I love him for all his plusses and minuses, I love looking after him and I try to be his soft place to fall when he comes home from a hard day at work. No matter what the circumstance, I always try to view him through compassionate eyes. His joys are my joys, his sadness my sadness.

I didn’t know when I got married that every day after our wedding day I would fall deeper and deeper in love with Yasu. I didn’t realise that I would love him more and more each day, but I do. Our relationship is still a learning experience every day, but I’m so grateful that I found Yasu. I think he’s the most amazing person I have ever met, and he’s truly my best friend.

It doesn’t feel like 7 years, it’s just gone by like zippity zip. I wonder if the next 7 years will be this fast? I was the girl who never wanted to get married, and now here I am, married for 7 years already, it feels surreal.

My life just took a very unexpected but delightful turn this afternoon. :)

I thought life couldn’t get any better but I was wrong!

I will fill you in on the details later… right now it’s bed time for me.

Night!

I went to belly dancing on Monday night, it was really great, all beginners, so we all looked and felt like idiots together, had so much fun and lots of laughs!

I also got a dvd out from the library to practice with during the week.

Ended up at emergency on Tuesday afternoon, my friend Jo broke her nose, her little fella jumped up and banged her on the nose with his head, and he broke it. The day before he banged me on the lip so i know how hard that head of his is!

I was meant to go to aqua aerobics this morning but because my friend had broken her nose she wasn’t keen on going so i stayed home and did some housework. Ho hum.

Tonight Yasu brought some fried chicken home for dinner, and we had that with last night’s left-over House curry. Yum! :)

Then we went up the shops to get some Mylanta for my indigestion, and picked up some dessert – chocolate profiteroles with custard in the middle – yum!

I’ve taken a sleeping pill so i expect to retire sometime soon, i have a busy day tomorrow and need all the Zzzz’s i can catch!