From 2004. The little white one was always my favorite. She would know when I felt sad, come over to me and make a little nest between the hair and my neck and make a little burrrrr-sound. She would always help me with my homework, sitting on my pen and leaving a couple of extra punctuation marks on the page.

I have such a terrible memory. I have no idea where this is. I have no idea who I was paying a visit, or who I was with. All that is left are these half-anonymous pictures. Obviously I can tell a couple of things just by looking at the pictures now. 1. It is clearly a Norwegian house, I can tell from some of the picture frames. 2. The furniture is old. Apart from that I am lost. I have turned into this outside-in-observer. I wonder if the mind chooses to selectively forget certain things, or if this day simply wasn’t much to remember in the first place.

17th of May, 2004.

A small ball of pure love. He isn’t the smartest one of the bunch, but he is damn cute.

Look! Even back in 2004 there were signs that I was suppose to go to Japan, I just didn’t see them back then.

When I look at a lot of the old and discarded pictures I am kind of surprised with the amount of greyness. I spent time in rainy places, I guess.

More discarded old pictures. I can not remember what I did, or where I was, but I remember the rain and the plants and the glitter and the coldness of the air, despite being May.

I was looking through my photo archive. I have all the pictures I have ever taken, from about year 2001 and until now, unedited as well as edited, and although I rarely go back and check in my archives, all of a sudden I felt like it yesterday. There are about 200 000 pictures. The result is a ton of pictures divided into way too many posts of pictures that I just discarded at the time, but I found them now, and there is something I like about them. I am making a new category for these old and forgotten pictures I stumble across. I am not sure they are interesting to view for others than myself, maybe I like them because there are certain memories connected to them or whatnot. But whatever, this is a blog, so I can post whatever I like. I am really enjoying this whole blogging thing, it feels good to post small imperfect things whenever I want. These are discarded pictures from April / May 2004. Time flies.

I just saw this quote again on another blog, and since I always have loved it, I had to make something out of it. There are so many beautiful quotes in Lost in Translation. I think what I particularly like about that movie is all the mundane little conversations… There is silence in that movie, and the answers seems sincere and not perfectly thought out, but very human. I want to watch it again soon, but I do not dare to watch it now that I am in Tokyo, I am afraid that I all of a sudden will recognize to many places, understand too much of the Japanese, and that it will ruin the wonderful feeling of feeling lost. Still sticking to the rules of the 365 – it is suppose to be small and quick…

Even more random pictures. I feel like I have thoughts and feelings lately, but I can not find the words. So, here is more random pictures for the lack of posting any words worthwhile reading. First out; Minkuru! The bus-mascot!

And Nihonshu!

And I found a church in a back street in the middle of nowhere, it is strange to see such symbols among temples and Japanese houses.

1. It is golden week, but I am still drowing in homework I should do.

2. Everything is in full bloom, including the weeds around my house.

3. The view from the school balcony.

/ end randomness & good Monday to you all.

Ok, the video part of this video is just pictures of flowers, but the song! Omg, the song. I think I have a new favorite song. I love Hibari Misora, but I do not know all of her songs, but yesterday I heard this song again and actually got the title, and went straight home and looked it up on youtube. And omg. The text. So beautiful. I turned into this big blobby sappy thing, crying and smiling and whatnot. I realize I sometimes I have musical taste like someone’s grandmother, but I don’t really care.

♪ ♫ ♩ ♬「雨 潸々と この身に落ちて わずかばかりの運の悪さを 恨んだりして 人は哀しい 哀しいものですね それでも過去達は 優しく睫毛に憩う 人生って 不思議なものですね 風 散々と この身に荒れて 思いどおりにならない夢を 失くしたりして 人はかよわい かよわいものですね それでも未来達は 人待ち顔して微笑む 人生って 嬉しいものですね 愛 燦々と この身に降って 心秘かな嬉し涙を 流したりして 人はかわいい かわいいものですね ああ 過去達は 優しく睫毛に憩う 人生って 不思議なものですね ああ 未来達は 人待ち顔して微笑む 人生って 嬉しいものですね」♪ ♫ ♩ ♬

Yesterday was a lot of fun btw, we went to Chiba for the evening. Go inaka! Chiba is the prefecture next to Tokyo in the east, and among other things Disneyland and Narita airport are in Chiba. Still, I have never really been much in Chiba, apart from trips to the airport and trips to Disneyland. Anyhow, we ate sushi and drank some sake at the sushi-bar, went to a bar that my partner used to go to from about 18 years ago, and everyone in the bar was old enough to be my parents, or grandparents. Hohum. They were singing karaoke and drinking shōchū, and we sang too, in the middle of drinking sake and smoking too many cigarettes. Oh joy. Life is grand, and I feel like I just consumed about 10 cans like this: