Mom swung by Japan making the Lasagna we’ve all been waiting for.
Willie, being the cute one, recieved special treatment, which we all enjoyed.
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(Willie found a good place for veggies in the Hills. Thanks man)
I got obscene pictures. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to post those on this blog. Regardless – the night of tacos was a success. It’s a yearly thing. Why don’t you come by next year?
Some say the soccer-club is the worse. I must agree. Going back on Friday.
(Opens up with a solo)
(Still on the solo)
(Upholding peace is an important part of Japanese culture)
(Yes yes, kouken is not only the place to be, it’s a place to come. It’s a place where you’d be judged by what you’re saying, while shivering, and not by what you are wearing)
Did I mention I love you guys?
( 2.0h? )I started this blog about a year ago after I bought a handy little pocket camera. I said stuff like this about that camera: “[it] will serve me for years to come“.
I broke that camera early this spring and ‘ve mostly been snapping with my keitai as a poor substitute since.
Got a new, somewhat shiny camera today. Ixy digital 10. Will I still be here next summer to brake it? Hope so. Sincerely.
With that said, happy anniversary (on the 14th, actually). I go to Geisai from now. Report back after. Expect pictures.
Nice weather = b.b.q..
Rain, also, = b.b.q..
Just work, little play.
Enough time to sit down and talk once in a while though.
I poke Gyama about his ex, about how they fit so well togheter, how sorry he’d be once he can’t see her no more.
We looked up ‘nagging’ in a dictionary a few hours into the night.
I know there’s a reason I do this. I’m a nice guy. Really.
As such nice guy, I wouldn’t want (my other family) to miss what I did.
(My other family, Gyama. His mom says I’m Japanese)
(I’m letting (my hair) grow, no matter what you people say)
(Boys evening out)A photo from the Fukuoka-trip in May showed up on my desktop the other day.
And one more: Junpes (outmost right on the previous picture) girlfriend who were very cool. I think she was the one who found those scissors used to redesign Nobus pants. Fukuoka rocks.
Charcoal leftovers from last week equals another grilling session. Yesterday in pictures:
Update:
After some (a few of them hillarious) inquires about the backdrop, let me explain:
we’re not urban explorers. This is simply the club/activity-rooms on campus.
There’s tons of them, and the general tone is that of a festival. Except without the cleaners. And you know what that means to these young hooligans (that includes me)? Yes, that’s right, the occasional Woodstock 99-styled fires accompanied with screaming leaps over them.
Back to the room talk:
From one room there’s a punk-rock group playing, the other houses bongo-drums. Then there’s movies, games and sports, such as the first one below which is for rugby.
I really love this place. It’s dirty, a bit cramped and damp, but you’re always welcome and there’s always something happening.
(fan-tastic times)As previously stated the bbq went down yesterday and it was all pretty great -there was much rejoice. I rejoiced until 6 am and currently update this blog while suffering from overrejoicness. So I’ll keep it short:
(Who’d bring nori (dried seaweed) to a bbq?)
(Right: a waterhose found its way to us. Then everywhere else)
(A new addition to Gyamas Tamabi-designs . That outfit was a hoodie before we got to the Izakaya)