Born in the wrong era? No. There is no wrong era.

it's been a while since i last wrote.
i'm not very sure why.
dunno if it's because i dunno what to write about,
or because i have alot of things i want to write about but don't have the energy or don't have the motivation to write it all down.
like in jepun, there were alot of things that i could have wrote about, but i didn't.
there was a comp at the hotel that we were at so i could chat with people and stuff, but i didn't write anything here.
so weird.
things that i would have wrote about like how i went to look for the jump shop at suidobashi on my own.
or how i got squashed up like a sardine between commuters on the train at rush hour that same day.
or how i went to ueno zoo, supposedly the one that i visited when i was 2.
or how i had to face the fact that my brother and i are worlds apart on numerous counts.
or how i blew all my money on shopping.
or how two deaths occured when i was away. how the news reached me. how i felt when i heard about them.
or about those extremely talented baskers, whose performances i was so privileged to witness.
or that delicious apple pie at shijuku.
or even my lonesome trip home, and that noisy jc group that filled the plane.
i didn't even write about the things that i bought.

i didn't take too many pictures this time either.
but that's ok i guess.
somethings are fine left just as simple memories.