Outsourcing the pencil job. Or should I say “out saucing”?
Junya, an old friend came by
Loki and his Koko Brown
My face in Face
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Guess which country just won the ice hockey championship?
Ground Control to Major Tom
Karaoke
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Enjoying a post-fireworks beer with Kitty
Casablancas Uchiage.
(He came! He came! The speedskater from hell)
(Dear deer in the headlights)
(Some…some couldn’t wait for the next-next place which would naturally be karaoke)
(The Befriendening)
(Some were clinging for me to put on a nice pose)
(Perfect eyebrows)
(Unsynchronized posing)
(Yeah yeah, you play cool now…)
(…when seconds later someones stomach comes out)
(I think the mic was on)
(How beautiful isn’t it(?), the today you live in?)
(Joy joy joy)
(That last comment wasn’t too clear, now was it. Click for the (real) music video)
(Who ever said J don’t understand irony/sarcasm? Actually I can’t tell anymore, I’ve sort of given up)
(The kid can dance. But is he…The Best kid?)
(We’re still doing “Joy” by Yuki btw.)
(Wellwell, Oats + Curry, everyone)
…when celebrating birthdays with these guys
(I deleted the cake picture to my face…)
(Casper, with his replacement)What’s with all the goodbyes lately? Caspers bye-bye party. Karaoke afterwards of course. Until 6 am, once again.
Gizmo, the guy taking over Caspers spot at Tamabi, will have a hard time filling his spot. But yesterdays (todays) testdrive vouched for a pretty swell summer-term.
Casper, we all will miss you. Come visit soon.
Update (05/09):
Sorry, “Kimo” and not “Gizmo”. But I will hold on to “Gizmo”. More great.
Graduation ceremonies and parties for friends, Hanami-season, University started, blablablablablabla, more posts to come. Later.
* update (4/10)
Here’s to old post. Added & arranged some March-ish posts timelinely.
Caspers (exchange student at Tamabi) girlfriend Josefine (Half Scottish), were doing some work/interning at Kenwood. She uhm…kindly…always que up Craig David for me whenever we head on out to a karaokebox.
Sadly she was leaving Japan, so her French boss Fabian organized a farewell-party (Why with all the way too many goodbyes lately?). The place we went to had plastic cherry-blossoms indoors. But the real blossoming was when Fabian turned into De Niro. Cheeks turned pink. Everywhere. He could have got us into any place had we just figured which side the dimple were supposed to go on.
My old colluage Sofia (from the Razorfish era) and her soon to be hubby Pal came over. Partly to talk with telecom-giants about their pretty great stuff, partly for Hanami.
(Sorry for this picture)
Of the 3 times we got a chance to hang out, last night was squeeze-your-own-fresh-wasabi-night (Resturaunt-find courtesy of Yasu).
(Raise your hand if your name is Yasu. Right: Shinpei)
As a farewall-please-come-back-soon-gift Yasu and Naopi (Shinpei too? Probably) got them both a little something from the conbini: a Japanese comicbook, a package of instant-yakisoba, and I think even a “onecup” of sake. Because – “it is Japanese style”. My friends are the most awesomestes. Next week we’ll head on over to the 51st floor of Sumitomo building for some grilled chicken.
Dressing up seems to be the thing to do at Tamabi. I’ve a whole new wardrobe since I started. A third of it by choice. Below are photos from last year.
