Spirited Away

On the morning of New Years Eve, Pookie started watching Spirited Away. I was about to go running, but I was stuck to my seat. Totally absorbed. My heart literally got heavier. I missed Japan so much. I know the right thing will happen with next year, but right now it feels like my whole body is yelping for Nihon. I even started reviewing my hiragana.


Mahji, Fukoi


Nac & Jamin*, Tsuwano


Grinz, Kyoto

*Jamin used to be referred to as Bradley on this blog. However, after the creation of Jamin/Bradley's fake name, I made a real friend with the name of Bradley who I also talk about on this blog...with a different name...Too confusing. So, now, forevermore I'm using Jamin' for my bestie once called Bradley.

You'll be saddened to know the train tracks you once walked as a young boy are now nothing more than a graveyard.

Bloody

It's really peculiar to me that boys and men generally enjoy (or appreciate) action movies/ graphic violence and sex, yet, no boys or men seem to have an acute interest in menstruation. Isn't that like...mixing the two interests into one super interest? Apparently not?


One boy who makes period jokes/ wrote me a letter this week

It's hard to do this backwards.
You should try it in heels.