Operation J.O.U.R.N.A.L
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Title: Operation J.O.U.R.N.A.L
Author: Meh34
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General/Romance
Info: The entries, written in a Japanese girl's diary. A girl by the name of Kuki Sanban.
Italics: Thinking, foreign language, and letter writing
Regular: Diary writing
Bold: Expressive dialogue or story info
A/N: Hi, people. I know I have two other stories to finish but I just wanna try this idea. Maybe it'll be good...maybe it'll be bad. I fit turns out bad, I'll probably stop writing it. And just so you know, if Kuki seems OOC, it's because she's only eight and this is her DIARY. People act weirder in their diary. I don't have one though. I don't. Really. And don't worry. Translations are on the bottom. Although, you might know what some things mean. I got this website at And if you're Japanese but find something wrong with my story, please tell me. Remember, if I got it wrong, they people at the website got it wrong. Okay?
My Name: Kuki Sanban 9/1/02
I hate America! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! Why did my mom have to send me here? Why? Why couldn't I have stayed with Obaasan or Ojiisan? Fakku America! This place is full of unko! In Japan, I had to take an eigojuku to learn English. I didn't like it. I had to wear this short skirt and this white shirt that always got dirty all the time! What is it going to be like at this American gakkou? I have a little accent. People are going to make fun of me. They say, 'Oh, you're Chinese...' or 'Go back to China!' I'm not from China! I'm JAPANESE! I'm a zaibeihoujin. Not some Chinese living in America. What about you? All of these people are fat and ugly and stupid.
When we were passing by in the taxi, I saw a tree growing out of a house. What weirdo has a TREE growing out of their house? It was humongous, though. I was thinking about if some kid lived there. And if some kid did, why didn't his parents notice? Anyways, I'm gonna skip after to the part when we got to our house.
It was empty. There was nothing there. I could even see some old flowery wallpaper ripped off of the wall. There were some things they left us like a desk and a big sign that said, 'Welcome'. How did they know we were here? But they did leave a letter on the table. it said something like, 'Welcome to blah blah blah blah blah...We could show you around if you want to. Maybe we should set up a play date with your child and our little Abigail. She's eating a cookie right now. With the chips and the sugar...But right now, Abby's been bad and doesn't deserve her cookie. Oh, she's write here reading what I'm saying. Se doesn't like it ---------
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Oops. Abby left a little ink stain there. We gave her a little time out. She's been a bad girl...Anyways, if you want to have that play date or need a tour around the city, call us at blah blah blah blah blah...
Your friends,
The Linclons
That was pretty much all I remember from the letter thingy. My mom set me up with this girl named Abby or something. Does she like rainbow monkeys, too? I saw some at the toy store we passed by. They were so cute! It said the toy was new but there were a bunch of them around it. Like a blue one and a red one and a green one...
We packed up all of our stuff in the rooms. It's still not Japan, this rathole...But my room has pink walls and green curtains. My favorite color is green! But this green is light green, I don't like the dark green because it looks too...weird.
I spent most of my time looking out the window. There was this one kid who walked by. He was fat and eating this sandwich. There was this other kid with light whitish blondish hair. He had these sunglasses on, too.
Oh, and did I tell you about my baby sister, Mushi? she's like 4 years old, almost five. I'm almost 8, too. My birthday is about a week away from hers. My mom said that she's gonna be in preschool and I'm gonna be in 2nd grade. The school is right up this hill next to the house with the tree. There's this Catholic school outside of my house. These kids are wearing the same kind of uniforms I did in my eigojuku! At least they do this in America. They were all having fun on this playground except for one kid. The kid wasn't even wearing the uniform. Just a white shirt and jeans. You can't do that. He splashed some other kid and this woman came up to him and hit him with a ruler. That must hurt. I hope they don't do that at my school.
Well, the play date with Abby is tomorrow at 8 so I hafta wake up early. I hate waking up early! I just do! But it'll be fun. I hope. Well, I'll tell you about it tomorrow. My mom's making me go eat lunch. Talk to you tomorrow! Bye.
Kuki Sanban
A/N: Did you like it? I know. Short compared to my other stories. But hey, I'm not a girl. I don't know what you'd write about. I don't know how to write six whole pages of diary entries. Sorry if this was racist to anybody. Bye and review!
Translations
Obaasan- Grandmother
Ojiisan- Grandfather
Fukku- Fuck
Unko- Shit
Eigojuku- Private School where you learn English
Gakkou- School
Zaibeihoujin- Japanese person living in America
A/N: REMEMBER. If any of this is wrong, tell me. I don't care if everything is wrong. Tell me. I do know some of it. I studied Japanese in elementary school but the Japanese teacher was a dickhead. So, review and bye again.