Mittwoch, 30. Dezember 2015

Freedom is NOT defined by Safety

WARNING: long weird thoughts about freedom, our fucked up system and my life.
Probably the root to all my depressions and overall weirdness, but I totally understand when you're not into that kind of shit.
AND probably some phrases of ridiculousy flawed english grammar.

For everyone else:


It's no secret I'm depressive. It's no secret that I'm a little weird and love the extra ordinary.

Overcoming depression can be an exhausting fight, some win the fight, some lose the fight, some manage it to live with this arsehole companion for the rest of their lives.

I see my depression of some kind of scumbag who moved in my brain for some reason or another, when I was 14. I once read some nice article of how it can help to dig for the roots of depression.

Writing this is therapeutic to me, so
Here I go.

to understand my actual problem I have to start at the most unpopular point: my parents.
NO it's NOT their fault that I'm depressive.
But they are guilty that I've been completely free and carefree the biggest part of my life.
They raised me EXTREMELY laissez-faire and antiauthoritarian.
That doesn't mean they didn't cared of what I am doing, they rather wanted me to THINK not to follow. They wanted me to learn from my own mistakes. They wanted me to question things. They teached me that teacher, politicans or whatever authorities are "just people" as well, just in different positions - but they also teached me that these people don't have the right to rule and decide over my entire life.

My parents used to be globetrotters, and whereever they travelled, they took me with them.
At age 9 I've seen all europe and some stuff around.
We lived for quite a few whiles in spain or france and italy. Needless to say we had some troubles with my school for my long abscence. I remember asking my dad "ain't that forbidden to stay away from school that long?" and he said "so what?" .
Don't get me wrong, they never tried to tell me that school is not important, but they told me it is most likely important within our "system".
You want a nice Job? You better learn your shit. You wanna leave the country one day and live on your own feet? Well, that's fine as well. This is your life.
And this is the important part: 
This life is the only possession you got when you entered this world.
The.only.one.
This.very.one.life.
But most people learn to obey, to bow down, to function.
Most people rather care about what their neighbors think, than about their own well-being.



My grandma was really old school, so when my mom was a child she got taught the usual crap: get a job or marry a man who will work while you're looking after the children.
She was raised the absolute opposite of me. Don't make trouble!

But luckily, she turned out to be the exact opposite. She worked, she travelled, she did a lot of trouble as well :P

Well actually, I guess we both did


"It doesn't matter what people think of you. It's important what you think of yourself. Can you look in the mirror and be proud?"


Even when I was raised to decide myself if school is important or not, I made my A-levels and joined University. But but but - this road was pebbly.

Until grade 7 or 8 I couldn't care less. I was the troublemaker, I was talking back, I started discussions my teachers never won (and they hated it!!!) - and if I happened to be completely silent, I was either absent or ignoring my teachers because I concentrated on drawing.

Drawing has always been my biggest and most intense obsession. Instead of doing homework, I had big exhibitions in different cities in germany.

but - wait, this is too positive. This won't help me finding the roots of my depression.

Okay. So I was raised to be carefree.

How is that bad?
Growing up and realizing that no one else is carefree is bad. Realizing that people judge you immensely for not function the way it's "used to be", can be extremely bad.
The World was on fire when my mom left my dad to be with a woman.
That was something new for my hometown. People we didn't even know went completely nuts.

However, my mom explained to me that people use to riot against things they don't know.

It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.

They will come down. They will have to deal with it.

It'll be okay.


Let me tell you, I was used to be the "weirdo" in school. But now I got some extra attention for being the one with 2 moms. fuck.

Actually, I never got massive hate from my fellow classmates - but from their parents. And ONLY from their parents. While fellow students stayed polite and asked me friendly about stuff - their parents would freak out.

No one was rioting when I shat at a restaurants stairs because I hated their aggressive dog.
No one was rioting when I beated up that one tall guy who used to bully the outsiders.
No one was rioting when I  ... maybe I shouldn't bee too honest here.

But you get my point, right?

Being told by numerous angry parents how growing up with 2 woman will "mess me up" - I got angry as well. Like REALLY angry.
So angry that I just made my fucking A-levels and went to school in Tokyo - JUST BECAUSE FUCK YOU ALL.


But now let me get to the next unpopular point. This "system".

Well, I'm not like those punks who sit in the street and ask for money, because they openly refuse to work to be NOT part of the system.

But look at it this way.

You have THIS one life. This ONE and ONLY life.
You might have...uhm, let's say 85 years of life to live.
These are YOUR years. YOUR time. YOUR possession.
But then people go into a company and they're actually selling 40 years of this TIME for money.
"But you need money to live and pay rent and food!" you might say.
Well sure. Inside this very system you do.
Unless you live somewhere in the forrest and eat and berries and shit, you do.
But, do you somehow get the point?

David Firth actually made an amazing animation about this:




"Selling your years to live for much needed money so that people can buy those years to add onto their lifespan. Then, after time passes and they get older, some will just keep buying years because they're probably afraid to die and some will just sell their years for easy money and don't mind dying sooner. And, all the while, there are a bunch of crazy, old people filling up the streets, regretting selling their time, and were too lazy when they were younger to work for their money."


But looking at this big picture - I somehow think it IS what made me depressive. Realizing that, unless I want to live and shit in the wild, I will have to sell years to a company.



And when you're self-empolyed, you might not sell your time to a company, but to your clients.




So thinking of this, I thought... well? I love art. I could get self-employed and be an illustrator.
Actually I already AM an Illustrator and I get quite a couple commissions and stuff.
But is this enough? Is it "safe" ...? But wait, Freedom isn't defined by safety. Is it?

It is not that I am too lazy to work, not at all. I worked really really hard on my exhibitions, I had student jobs which were incredible tiring, yet I enjoyed them.

I think the one thing I can't wrap my head around is the idea of doing the same dumb shit for 40 years. I hate Routine. I hate doing the same fucking again. I hate being bound to contracts.
Because this kind of thing would take my freedom away.
My freedom to travel whenever I want to for example.
I don't want to live within a frame, when the whole world is an open field.
I don't want to do the same work, when there are 196 countries with billions of possibilities to earn money.
Why reduce yourself like that? While reducing your possibilities like that?
Ah.. I guess, it's pretty much the only possibility for those wo want to settle down and raise a family and shit... But I never ever would want this, this is not for me, this would be my personal nightmare.
So.
So how to use this shitload of options?

Maybe this makes me so restless. Seeing a way out, but being unable to figure out how to reach all this.

Maybe, just maybe, I'll buy a VW Van one day, travel the world and do some tiny jobs wherever I go, to pay petrol and food.

And most of you will shake your heads and say "oh fuck it, that'd be way too much stress for me".
And I accept that. But for me, this would be amazing, this would be freedom.
I imagine waking up in a new City every other week, in a new country every other month, looking at a new horizon - every single day.
Maybe, one day, I'll find someone to join me.
Maybe, one day, I'll have the chance to make this dream come true.

And deep inside me, I feel, that this kind of freedom could end all my inner struggles.
This is my one and only life, I decide to spend every second of it how I feel it is right.

Because what I fear the most is being old, and realizing that all my dreams were unfullfilled. Realize, that all these hard years of work were holding me from doing what I love.
















I decide that my life will remain an adventure, an absolutley amazing time, with amazing experiences and with amazing friends.


This is what I decide for MY life.



Montag, 21. Dezember 2015

Lolita Christmas Hannover Part 2

Some more photos of the Hannover community meet-up ^^

If you find yourself in those pictures and do NOT want to be published here, please message me anytime :)


Chrissie shows her amazing cake, My inner me is like: "HOLY SHIT IT'S CAKE I NEED CAKE GIMME THAT CAKE OH MY GOD ITS FUCKING CAKE I NEED SUGAR!!!"


But before we jumped on it like hungry hyenas, we first took photos of it. Of course. What else. 


Okay. Look at my face. My inner me has some very deep conversation with itself:

"Okay.It's cake. I want cake. But I'm gonna die, I'm so full I feel like exploding. Fuck. But I really want that cake. Okay okay, calm down, just take a very small piece. Like REALLY small.
Oh c'mon who are you kidding? You want to bath in that thing. Just look at it! It's awesome. It wants you to eat it. Obey the fucking cake!"


 See how happy I look now? That means I've decided :'D


I took half the cake.
Just kidding.


The Fashion contest. Of course, I am trying my luck without an winterly outfit.
Needless to say I didn't win. But crashed and burn with style ;D


So what did we learn today? Obey the fucking cake.

Sonntag, 20. Dezember 2015

Christmas TeaParty Hannover

Fuck I'm so sorry.
No not really.
But anyway, I'm back once again!

Because I've been to TWO amazing Lolita Christmas Meet-Ups I decided to dedicate an blog entry for each!
I'll start with the one in Hannover (while I'm still waiting for all pictures from the second one~)

Primary I totally missed the ticket sale (even when I had one month to get one -sigh-) .... okay okay, actually I've just been broke again, whatever.
So I actually gave it up and just looked forward to the second Party one week later.
BUT THEN
ONE EVENING BEFORE THE EVENT
ONE OF THE GIRLS GOT SICK
AND I FUCKING GRABBED THAT TICKET LIKE A MOFO!!!

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo let's do this!

With not much time to get prepared, I tried to get ready the best I could.

First thing we did on that day, we went to the town hall for photo shootings. The building is simply amazing <3 It's a shame that the group picture isn't online yet ;_;

Photos by Christoph Gerlach (http://foto.cgerlach.de)

Oh, I also met Nakito there <3 Ain't she adorable? We're both modeling for "Kawaii Girls" ^^





Because everyone there wanted to get one single shooting, everyone else had to wait quite a while. However, we had some fun waiting, babbling and starving lol



I look so creepy in this one, wtf man... 



Thank you Ladies. Thank you for the LULZ. xD

When everyone was done shootin, we went to an hotel, where we had the WHOLE RESTAURANT FOR OURSELVES!!! WOOOHOOOO!!!



Sorry for the hidious quality by the way :'D I need to take my good camera when I'm on events. I'm just so f'cking lazy to carry that thing around lol.

AND BECAUSE I'M SUCH A GREAT BLOGGER, I WILL ANNOY YOU WITH FOOD PICTURES!!! Because this was pretty much the best food I had in my entire life...

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Dear Soup,

I don't know what you've been called.
I don't know your Ingredients.
But to speak honestly from my heart,
as plain as you looked, 
you're the most delicious Soup
my poor tounge ever tasted.
Please come back into my life.
Love,
Jen.

No srsly, the fuck was I eating? I NEED TO KNOW! I NEED ANSWERS!


Yeah, Everyone knows what that is. Looks boring, but was yummy as fuck. Yo Yo Yo Yo !

Instead of a comment about the dessert, you get this:


Because a Picture says more than a thousand Noms.

okay.
And when we all thought, that our bellies are going to explode, Chrissie just came up with this Masterpiece:


IT'S SO DAMN PRETTY!!! And yes, it was tasty as well <3

Well, the girls did a "secret santa" as well, but since I attended on short notice, I had no partner and no time to prepare a gift ._.
But that's okay <3 it was exciting to see what the girls got (so many got socks, lmao)

Then there was a little fashion contest and people were enjoying each other... it was so peaceful and happy, I was really really glad that I could join them :3

Yeah, well, have some random pictures at last:






Again, sorry for the crappy Quality :')

The only thing I have to complain about, is the fact that there was nothing to complain about and I LOVE COMPLAINING god damnit!!!


OH!!!

And my dad got me this:








(not my picture) but that's what it looks like :D Will make some shootings with this one, it's just so adorable <3



Jen

Montag, 29. Juni 2015

The GTP Germany and a shitload of drama


Heya lovely people,

hope it's not too late to talk about the last GTP germany in Hamburg. However, not unusual for a Lolita event, this was not completely drama-free.

This event was considered quite a big thing, there was these weeks were people were really excited. Finally one of these BIG events is in germany!
So me and my friends were grabbing tickets - even though there wasn't much of a program, we were quite optimistic!
But honestly, the disenchantment just followed soon.
At some point there was still no entire program, or at least any promising infos.

Special guests was announced at least, so we looked forward Misako Aoki, Lorina Liddell, Aya from Victorian Maiden and many more.
I was especially looking forward to meet Krad Lanrete or get to spend some money at her booth. As least it was said Krad Lanrete would be there.

I arrived in Hamburg on tuesday, a friend would pick me up. Luckily her parents are living around Hamburg and would drive us to the event on the weekend, double lucky we could stay at their house :) My friend, who is a die hard Lolita, was overly excited and made me nervous as hell. So we decide to plan our outfits, since the "Tea party" would be just tomorrow.



But besides the excitement, there was a lot to worry about.
The actual organizer just left the event days before, because of another organizer who just jumped in. There were many bad rumours about him, from exploiding his staff to sexual harrassment.
But since everyone was going anyway, we just lowered or expectations and would go there anyway.

But just in the evening the organizers (John Leigh and his staff) posted in the event group on facebook he missed his flight, is stuck in Istanbul and therefore the event would start and end 2 hours later.
It wasn't much of a drama for US personally, because we just lived 20 minutes from the Event - but there were a lot of people who came by the bus, train or even travelled HOURS by car. People came from england, belgium and austria, not everyone would stay for the next day and many of them would have to catch their connections to get home.
We honestly didn't understand why we couldn't enter the event at the primary starting time? it was expected to rain and people could at least enter the building and socialize, until the organizer arrived?
Also, what organizer would arrive just hours before the event starts? Shouldn't an organizer arrive at least 1-2 days BEFORE the event? This seemed all quite unprofessional.

AND THEN IT WAS SUDDENLY FRIDAY! DANG!



Time to get reaaadddyyyyy !!!

So after a few hours of squeeezing in our outfits, adding makeup, styling headdresses and getting into our shoes... we were like:


And off we go!

Alright, we stepped into the buildigung and actually, the room was quite small, but the overall setting was really nice!




Also the tables looked really nice :)



from the preceding lack of information and planning was not much to recognnize.

A little time passed, where everyone was socializing, drinking tee and made selfies. During that time I met this lovely girl <3


She's a fashion designer and we were facebook friends before :3 this was the first time we actually met! GEEZ GIRL YOU'RE SO CUTE AND ADORABLE I WANNA EAT YOU ARGH!

*cough* I mean, hi.

I met quite a lot of people I always wanted to meet, or haven't seen in a long time :) that was great!

I even met people who knew me and/or my blog, it's so funny to be recognized, haha :D


We were also allowed to take photos with the VIP's !! Misako was soooo overly cuuute! I nearly fainted ;_;



AND THEN.... !!!!

THEN....................................!!!!

SOMETHING FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC HAPPENED !!!

So, Misako and the other VIP's had to chose girls for "best dress"

MISAKO CHOSE ME!!! ;___; omfgjukabcuoecoa


So she took my hand and we were going to the front


And many people took photos of us and aaah ;_; I was so happy ~ <3 Misako liked my dress, omg <3 <3 <3

Okay, and somewhere inbetween we got food xD

There was a quite huge buffet with cold and warm food. I was overhelmed!
Until this point I was really happy with pretty much everything.




I mean, look at this!!?!? That's a shitload of food! Even after everyone got their meals, there was still so much left!

After that, everyone got a goodie
So there was a really cute Victorian Maiden doily, A cute Button, a cameo and of yourse a few flyer and postcards (but not half as many as in the LVER bag...).
bag, they looked quite cute! And guess what, it wasn't filled up with goddamn flyers xD
I was quite happy, I love the doily and I didn't even expected a goodie bag



Misakoooo <3
I just bought a poster of her and she signed it ;A; so happy!



she had a signing session in another, it was quite pretty!

Everything was so pretty and  noble... felt like a princess ;A;



Later we went for photos to another place outside






I'm sitting in the front - can you spot me? :)


after the group photo we went home~ we just strived a little through Hamburg though, but well, that was an exciting day!

After this promising day we had good hopes that saturday would be as good.


SATURRRRDAAAY


Let's start with the Outfit - This was my coord for saturday :3


Parasol: btssb
JSK: btssb
blouse: liz lisa
headdress: selfmade
tights: offbrand
shoes: bodyline



so, as I said, we had high - or rather said "not so low" expectations for this day, because friday was actually great. 

Oh shit, we were so wrong.

So we arrived and this time, we would enter this room:


Looks nice. VIP's had seats, but for everyone else it was a question of luck. There were not enough seats for everyone. Some had to stand the whole time or sit at the floor :/
I was lucky, because I came as an VIP.


There were Goodie bags again, my VIP bag had an victorian maiden mirro, socks, another cameo,
drink coupons and whatever.
It was weird that VIP's got more
drink coupons than the other ones, what makes no sense imho, at least water should have been for free for everyone. But no. 

But I was happy when my new adorable friend from yesterday has been there again <3




PLEASE HAVE A LOOK AT HER SHOP, SHE HAS SO MANY AWESOME CUTE THINGS TO SELL - I'M SUCH A FAN OF HER STUFF LIKE OMG!!!!!!!!!



SHOP: https://www.facebook.com/kreativmiez?pnref=lhc !!!!!!!!!!!!







Again I met many old and new friends :)
Too bad I forgot to make some selfies with everyone, but anyway xD







And everyone looked SO stunning!




There was a short fashionshow ( but it was rather quick, I couldn't get any nice photos :c sorry guys)



And then there was John Leigh with his "suprise" for Misako. He said her Birthday was last week and now he has something for her. (Weird.. this was on June 20 , but google says her birthday the 15th of may.... how can her birthday be "last week" then?!)


Anyway, she got a huuuuuuuuuge cake! 




can you spot me? :P
(looks like I wanna steal the cake loool)

And even better, we ALL got a piece of cake :)

Not so good: the actual food was not enough for everyone. Compared to the huge buffet from friday, there was not even half enough for today... geez I was kinda grumpy. I WAS HUNGRY DAMNIT! 

It also sucked that there was (still) no actual programme, not even a printed one. Nothing. There wasn't even any announcements, no one told us when the buffet would start, no one told us when the cake will be given out, no one told us anything. We were kinda scared to go outside for photos, because we could simple miss out on something. At the whole time, we had absolutely no idea what was going on.


Also, many things that were promised were NOT there.
No Booth for Krad Lanrete, No booth for Atelier Boz, there was no signing session, which was also announced and even said that VIP's will get priority. 

The difference between VIP and General was a joke after all... 

Ah, btw - Misako gave me one of her books for free and signed it for me, because she chose me for "best dress" the day before :) thank you Misako! <3





While people were still standing in line to get a piece of cake, John decided it was a great idea to start with the major raffle while everyone is not paying attention, chewing, waiting or being outside. yeah. 

From this moment, we were just sitting, waiting and getting quite bored...

Only thing that bothered me the most... that 2 bitches standing behind me. 
They were bitching and bad talking about literally EVERYONE in the room. EVERYONE. 
So for a fucking eternity all I heard shit like "gosh look at this disgusting skirt, it's way too short, who's even buying that crap?" or "wow that wig looks so cheap, gtfo !"
srsly?

I mean, srsly?!??
EVERYONE AROUND YOU COULD HEAR YOUR DISGUSTING TALK!
Lolitas like that creep me out, Lolitas like that are the reason that our scene has such a frightening reputation. 
The best thing is: they both looked pretty crappy. Sorry, you did. 

Also, when I stood at the Misako booth, there was this one particular girl who completely lost her shit about Misako for no actual reason. People were looking at her books, while she got all like "Why is she even famous? She doesn't look special to me! Everyone can do the shit she's doing. Srsly, what is that about her? What's about her ugly fake smile? Ugh!"

Some of you girls have an disgusting mind. 



Whatever, I sticked with the people who were in a great mood, we took Photos outside and had lots of fun :) 




And of course another group photo :)



In the first row again :) where am I ?

Well... since after the event everyone was starving, some of us went into a nice restaurant and EAT!!






We arrived home, somewhat around midnight, and shit we were done x__x

Even the morning after, I was like... dead...



Good night guys.



BTW


There was a huge drama about John Leigh and his staff, since I didn't recognized much first hand - I'll just link you a few articles about what's going on atm.

 http://www.houstonpress.com/news/anime-matsuri-organizer-accused-of-sexual-harassment-7541555 

http://assortedchokelates.blogspot.de/2015/06/my-experience-with-anime-matsuri-and.html?m=1


http://harajuju.tumblr.com/post/122261358044/john-leigh-of-anime-matsuri-who-sexually-harassed


have fun ;*


Special thanks to our photographers Anh bin and Kon_Art :)