Hidemi Woods

Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.

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  • I’ve done it, but I forgot to bring it.

    The most troublesome homework for the summer break in elementary school
    was a picture diary. It was a big blank book in which you would draw and
    write about what happened each day, along with the day’s weather.
    Because I held off on my entire homework as a lazy student, the last day
    of the break would become a shambles involving my parents every year.
    While I was doing other pieces of homework sobbing from regret and their
    rebuke, they were tackling the picture diary by forging happenings and
    making sentences. But the thing was the required daily weather. There
    wasn’t the Internet yet at the time and the weather record of the past
    40 days depended on my father’s memory. My mother drew pictures and I
    wrote down the stories my parents told me. My picture diary was
    evidently written by a grown-up with peculiarly well-drawn pictures and
    mature sentences. Of course, the total amount of homework was too huge
    to be done in one day even by three people, and I would submit only part
    of it on the first day of the second term. When asked by the teacher
    for the rest of it, my excuse was always ‘I’ve done it, but somehow, I
    forgot to bring it.’ The first couple of days of the second term would
    be spent likewise. Although my parents made me promise that it would
    never happen again, I repeated it every summer break…

  • It’s no good! A girl again!

    I had a dream about my sister last night. In each and every dream about
    her, she takes my parents away from me. She’s four years younger than I
    am and I still remember the time when she was born. Although everybody
    told me that I must have been very happy to become a big sister, I felt
    gloomy more and more as my mother’s due date was drawing near. I
    strongly wished my sister would never be born because I knew grown-ups’
    attention would leave me. And I was right. She was born to be my
    parents’ favorite. My mother especially stood by her all the time, both
    physically and mentally. I was sent away to my grandparents’ room to
    sleep with them. My mother’s arms and lap were always occupied by my
    sister and I was constantly driven away to my father. Only consolation
    for me was my grandfather’s attitude. Because Japan was excessively
    male-dominated –it still is, in my opinion-, he was bitterly
    disappointed that his newly born grandchild was a girl again. He kept
    complaining about it to his neighbor friends, saying ‘It’s no good! A
    girl again! No good!’ For that matter, he had six grandchildren in all
    and none of them was a boy. I regard it as a curse. My sister still gets
    along well with my parents as their favorite, lives with them in my
    hometown, and they brag about whatever she does while they criticize for
    whatever I do. To this day, they remain taken away from me by my
    sister. It can be a good thing for me, though…

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  • The herons built their home and settled in across my apartment. I see them hanging around like this everyday out of my window. #heron #bird #trees #Japan https://t.co/u8wuLqlZ8d

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  • One of #Japanese popular sweets, ‘manjyu’. 20 cents off from 80 cents. https://t.co/HiC2NOtBfr https://t.co/ToqpO0CZlW

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  • low price always has its reasons

    I shopped at the discount supermarket that I’d recently noticed its
    existence again. Their usual prices are at the level of special sale
    prices at other supermarket. They also have their private brand at even
    lower prices for beer, noodles and wine. Meat is cheaper than the
    half-price one at other stores. I get the meat there with further
    discounts because of the imminent expiration date, so that the price is
    unbelievable for meat. It’s open 24 hours and I can go there any time I
    want without worrying about its closing time. It’s a perfect place to
    shop for me if not one particular thing –the music played in the store.
    They play Japanese hit songs annoyingly loudly. Their problems are they
    sound like a patchwork of fragments from hit songs of U.S. that were
    popular ten years ago. Their lyrics are particularly horrible with
    childishness. I try not to listen to them but it’s loud enough to beat
    any defense like earplugs or portable music devices. I don’t want to be
    contaminated, so I have to leave the store quickly each time. Being
    unable to enjoy shopping leisurely is the catch of this otherwise great
    store. The low price always has its reasons…

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