January 31 was my birthday. Thank you so much for your wishes. Gifts. And spending time with me that day. I felt so be loved and support.I felt I’m alive. I wanted scream the moment When I was going back home carrying bunch of flowers after my birthday dinner with my friends.I felt so much I have savoring life the happiness! I was truly living the moment of my life. When I back to home. I was little tipsy and tired I lay down on my couch And I started thinking about world. Save Immigrants. environmental issues, gender issues, religion death, love, life,Made me go deep. I was thinking about world deeply instead of my own life on my birthday.How can we make more world better place? How can we more be nice to each others? No more killing. No more violence. No more fascism.
My Aquarius energy was boosting that day And I promise to myself committed for support who need and make world more better place. Bring into more gentle energy to world.
Aquarius is known for Humanity, Equality. Resist.
then realized that I was resist/ riot girl since I was born to the world!
I was born a month before due date. I wanted to see world. I wanted to get out of my mom wombs. Too comfortable. Let me get out! Then I was born premature baby.(2500kg.little rice pack:) They put me box!(incubator) disappointed…let me get out!
When I was little I had weak body. Easy to get sick. I had fever pretty often.I had to quit girl scout which I wanted to get in so bad. But I was so weak and I got bullying in pre school.classmate throwing my lunch without no reasons. I was crying a lot. I didn’t know how to fight back.my dark era of life. I was fail to be riot girl.
Then This happening made me changing life forever.
When I was in elementally school. My family was living condo. Where a lot of family lived there. Every morning kids who’s going to same elementary school. we are walking to near school as a group and one parents had to be with us because of safety issue. There has heavy traffic area near us.
One day my mom was one of guardian. We were walking to school togeter.then When we stoped intersection. One blind guy was standing and He was trying to cross street.When I see them. My mom said to us “ I’m going to help him. Can you wait here?” Then most of kids were booing. And started blaming my mom.even one boy was yelling to me “ why your mom is helping him? Why we have to wait here?” Kids doesn’t have patient .At first I was little embarrassed but When I see my mom. She looks like different person. She was supporting blind guy with smiling made him comfort and safety. I was shocking. That’s not my mom I knew.She was sparkle and looks so confident like super hero! ( exaggerate little bit:) then I asked my mom. Why you helped that person. She said. “We have to help If you see someone need help. Don’t ignore. Help them. Even though most of people’s are ignore (that’s happened in Japan.People doesn’t want involved any irregular occasions.)If you help people. They will help you” My heart was clicking! My mom is so light! Yes! Then I was become resist Japanese society quietly.
After this happened. I was more active and hang out bunch of boys and running around my body was getting stronger. No more fever. No more bullying. I was competitive swimmers. And I had really good elementary school memories.
When I was high school. I stared to go out City. I was in band.We covered sex pistols and other Japanese punk band..screamed with my youth energy start drinking, smoking. distress jeans and cutting off t-shirts. Put on make up. and shouting “ I am an Antichrist! I am an Anarchist!” I thought so cool. Against! Resist! I didn’t know fully what they sing.( my English are almost zero that time) Lol but I felt pretty powerful that time.
I was quite often fighting with my dad. He was never understand me.I used my teenager energy, anger to him. I hated him so much that time.(We had different opinion about many things.) I wasn’t cute ordinary high school girl in Tokyo. I thought high school boys are so stupid.I wanted to be in freedom.my high school had very strict rules. we had ONLY three hair style. ( short, bob, blade. no shaving, no dyed. no perm) same school uniform. same hair style.we are like robot. I was mostly hang out old peoples and I loved to talked about music. I felt so mature.
In college I was more active. Study hard and party hard era. My collage was Shinjuku where in center of Tokyo. It was so convenient after class go night club until morning. And go to school. I lived between school and night club. most of time I stayed my friends home. My mom was worried. I want deep apologies to my mom If I can go back that time.
One day When I was smoking at school. I was on period and my skin condition wasn’t good. I had pimple on my chin. My hormones are in riot. One of my clubbing boy was joined smoking ( btw smoking means cigarette.) He was point out “what happened your face?” I said “ I’m on period. My hormone made skin bad” then He said “ hahaha Mariko That’s sexual harassment!” He looked at me evil eyes.I was like “Hey dude. Most of female has period except some of person has medical issued. It’s natural and your mom has period, too.It is not sexual harassment. You better understand female body” Then He freezes. That boy was popular tall cute boy most of girls loved him but He has two faces I knew. Maybe I was too harsh on him but people need to respect for deferent body.Talking about Period is not sexual harassment.
Living in Japan was too small and too conservative for me.
Then I moved to US. I thought This country has freedom but It’s not. I had many time discriminate. I felt not equal still sexist. But I have freedom to say and many of us are supporting each others.I feel lucky to live outside of mother country.and becoming friends working with so many wonderful humans! I have many events happened since I moved to US. I wasn’t expected my life like this. ( I will writing other times. Of corse some riots in it!)
My riot is continues until I died. NO after died, keep continued.
Can we change world bring us to peace and gentle energy. Please. whole I want for my birthday.
