for the record

12 hours of starin at the computer watching full metal alchemist, supernatural, and the big bang theory makes you somewhat dellusional and oblivious to your mum screaming at you to clean up the mess

hurhur.

suddenly, i don't need real friends anymore.

there we go again. all e dellusional talk.

and also for the record.

despite cursing and swearing at japan for the past few 1.5 months, i am very much missing the people there

i eat humble pie

random

backpacking has made me realise

the insignificance of our presence

the impermanence of friendships

the frality


and still i always wonder if i ever meant anything to you

or was our friendship just another chore

or maybe sometimes we just need time to be alone

and yet are so afraid that we'll drift apart so you'll try to make time to meet even though you'd really prefer to rest


because sometimes i still dont really understand.

シミン wa su re na i yo

e trip broke us

in a sense.

i guess we've been living apart for so long that i forgot who you used to be and will be

that's what broke us

will miss...

the 20 mins train ride on the odakyu line back to mukogaka-yuen
followed by the 10 min walk down the long dark alley where u most probably might be raped, or not. HUR

the calgary students who appreciated me for who i am

the RAs who understood my lousy japanese

the two spanish hotties whom i learnt the art of flirting and love

the japanese classes, teachers and the stress that came with it which made my depressed every night

the late nights in the canteen where i stared at my homework, stoned for a few hours before copying it frantically

the good food which made me fat

the izakayas (beer house) where i got drunk twice and had ppl drag me home

the pervertic talk about dating only girls who can get pregnant

the 食べ放題 where we ate till we wanted to puke


most of all

the familiar voices of おかえり , that sweet sweet sound of home.

a-ri-ga-to