Oh Tokyo, how many times have you lured me in with promises of “just one drink”, and before you know it you and me end up bar-hopping between izakayas, bars, walking up an down the neon-filled streets with a traveller in hand. It is something that I both love and despise about you. My Japanese has never been better than in the wee hours of the nights when alcohol has washed away all inhibitions when it comes to flawed verb conjugations, and I find myself talking to drag-queens about Japanese politics and current events. Tokyo at night is an entire different beast. All the weirdos who are hidden away during daytime come out to play. All the old uncles treat you for drinks, expecting nothing in return apart from your smile. You will find yourself floating in something that can best be described as Disneyland the size of a humongous city.

Hello hello! Here are some lost pictures from the cellphone! Above, a good makeup day and a chu-hi, plum flavor.

The mikans were green back in october. Now they have turned orange, and ready to be picked and eaten. Not that I have really seen anyone pick and eat them. I wonder if it is because they grow everywhere in abundance here? Right – curry near the sumo turnament back in September. Butter chicken is never wrong.

Left; Clear autumn sunsets are always a treat to a girl used to rain, rain rain. Right – overgrown aircondition units are always a charm.

Left; high school students on the way to class. Right; tired people on the way home from work on the train.

Sushi, sushi, sushi, and a little bit of health and beauty drinks. With alcohol, of course.

Left; quick manicure. Right; more commute. The 25 min train ride feels longer when you are pushed up against the windows.

Left and right; another decent makeup day.

Left; strange but surprisingly good gyoza with blue cheese filling in Yotsuya. Right; same place in Yotsuya, the resturant was a mixture of german and chinese..? Lamb and spicy pork sausage with a Chinese style sauerkraut.

Left; the halls and corridors of some of the buildings at campus can easily be confused with a prison. Right; I caught the 120th cold of the season. Waiting for quick recovery.

Left; ramen. Nothing to call home about. Right; plastic sushi in a window in Shinjuku-sanchome.

Left; comfort food. Right; almost raw chicken liver. Pretty decent, but pretty liver-tasting as well. If you like Norwegian leverpostei, you will like this. If you don’t, you are probably best to stay away from this paticular dish. Below; a metro map of Tokyo, and the view from somewhere between Akabanebashi and Tamachi, close to Mita.

Amazing emotive portraits from Oleg Oprisco. See more on oprisco.com or on behance.

Her work is just amazing. Click the pictures or here to see more of her work.

January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, November, November, November, November, December.

Life is full (and somewhat crazy). Some day I will write it all down. For now; some random pictures just so I won’t forget the contents of my days.

We went to the sumo tournament in Tokyo back in September, and here are some pictures. If you have a chance, it is worth going, every time I have gone I have ended up having a lot more fun that I thought I would have.

Two fairly recent purchases.

“For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.”