Ichika & Cocomi they are so cute
My brother's house
Cocomi 2 years old, she can already use chopstick.
pretty good!
Ichika
I helped Ichika's homework
She had to make a photo album for her teacher.
I mean... my brother used to treat me way worse!
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
To live is to fly
by Townes Van Zandt
Won't say I love you, babe,
won't say I need you, babe,
but I'm gonna get you babe
and I will not do you wrong.
Living's mostly wasting time
and I'll waste my share of mine
but it never feels too good,
so let's don't take too long.
You're soft as glass
and I'm a gentle man;
we got the sky to talk about
and the world to lie upon.
Days, up and down they come
like rain on a congadrum
forget most, remember some
but don't turn none away.
Everything is not enough
and nothin' is too much to bear.
Where you been is good and gone
all you keep is the getting there.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
so shake the dust off of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes.
Goodbye to all my friends
it's time to go again
think of all the poetry
and the pickin' down the line
I'll miss the system here
the bottom's low
and the treble's clear
But it don't pay to think too much
on things you leave behind.
I will be gone
but it won't be long
I will be a'bringin' back the melodies
and rhythm that I find.
We all got holes to fill
them holes are all that's real.
Some fall on you like a storm,
sometimes you dig your own.
The choice is yours to make,
time is yours to take;
some sail upon/dive into the sea,
some toil upon the stone.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
so shake the dust off of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes;
shake the dust off of your wings
and the tears out of your eyes.
Won't say I love you, babe,
won't say I need you, babe,
but I'm gonna get you babe
and I will not do you wrong.
Living's mostly wasting time
and I'll waste my share of mine
but it never feels too good,
so let's don't take too long.
You're soft as glass
and I'm a gentle man;
we got the sky to talk about
and the world to lie upon.
Days, up and down they come
like rain on a congadrum
forget most, remember some
but don't turn none away.
Everything is not enough
and nothin' is too much to bear.
Where you been is good and gone
all you keep is the getting there.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
so shake the dust off of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes.
Goodbye to all my friends
it's time to go again
think of all the poetry
and the pickin' down the line
I'll miss the system here
the bottom's low
and the treble's clear
But it don't pay to think too much
on things you leave behind.
I will be gone
but it won't be long
I will be a'bringin' back the melodies
and rhythm that I find.
We all got holes to fill
them holes are all that's real.
Some fall on you like a storm,
sometimes you dig your own.
The choice is yours to make,
time is yours to take;
some sail upon/dive into the sea,
some toil upon the stone.
To live is to fly
Low and high,
so shake the dust off of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes;
shake the dust off of your wings
and the tears out of your eyes.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Family
Me, my mum & dad went to visit our relatives today.
my dad's sister's family run Chanko-ya. This is Chanko.
their kitcken
my cousin made us 3 massive rice balls for our journey.
check, bigger than your fist
Thank you so much
and see you again!
after that we went to see my dad's one of the eldest sister. My dad has 6 sisters.
then we went to our family graves
to greet to our ancestors
after that we went to see my aunt at her care home.
she was pleased to see us.
Dinner tonight. Chanko-nabe, we got given today.
mini-rice ball
Back in England, I have friends who I want to call they are my family...
I just want to keep on hoping that my family in England's Love is as strong as my real family.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Flake Records
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