pre-flight jitters.

Tokyo to Delhi Ticket - check.

Visa to enter India - check.

Reading material - check.

Excited to see parents after 1 and a 1/4 years - check

Train ride beginning 5.15am to catch 9am flight - groan.

Delhi-bound in 6 days...and counting.

Nervous! Excited!

Nervously excited!!

No Better Way...

...to beat the blues than by venturing out to a sunny park filled with Sumo wrestlers making mochi (pounded rice paste).
Was suffering from lack of sunshine having spent too much time indoors (having classes in the afternoon means its already dark when I leave my house).
So got off my arse and walked out to the university garden/park space where they had a bunch of sumo san pounding mochi. I had seen this happen last year, but there are somethings you can never get used to!
These are mostly the sumo san that are in-training...the real ones are much much er...larger.

They also gave out free mochi (one with red beans, one with soysaucey breadcrumby coating and another wrapped in dry nori...seaweed...all of which i was so busy eating that i forgot to photograph!)

and there was another line giving out a hearty hearty soup with carrots, radish, konyakku (jelly thing made from some rootcrop) and other things that I can never identify.

and a bloody good reminder that I am indeed...in japan.

How do I title this?

Perhaps "awesomely cute awesomeness of this awesomely cute kid playing one of my awesomest favourite songs" would have been too long?

oh, and while you are there...check out the other stuff he's done...ah! cute! :)

The Loft Chronicles

Slowly adding little tidbits to the not-so-new-anymore flat.

Got a metal-shelf thing so I could stack up my few knicknacks, hang jewellery from etc and it also made the perfect thing to drape my colourful Cambodian lights over (compliments of Neto who went over there for a week)
Thoroughly enjoying my little spot of cosy :)

Equal wavelengths at 7 and 3

Sarika san, please come and play together with us again. Signed, N and little sis U.

This is from my two darling little playmates that I visit every other Sunday.

The elder one wrote the note and sent it through his mum who is in a community class at my old dorm where some of us volunteered.

This is the same boy who drew the train for me a few months back. Yes, I am still in love :)