Mobile's Aged Photos

I dont have a mobile phone here in Japan.

I used to have one, the one the client provided for 24/7 support engineers.

But I handed it over last year to Aime so I lost all the rights.

Last week I was scanning pics folder and found these photos Ive taken

long back, and was surprised they are still there.

Take a look :)

a pigeon or a crow: who's the culprit?

One morning I was waiting for the elevator when I noticed a foul odor.

I was alone so I figured it's not me (of course!). :P

When I reached my seat i saw something black on my hand and smelled it.

That was bad. Uh-oh so was my hair.

Then I saw that bird poop on my bag. 

Lucky me - of all people! 

Good thing elephants don't fly.

and she knew i always love lavenders

Leina, my Japanese girl friend who lent me her yukata

on my first hanabi (fireworks watching), stopped by and gave me

a decor she made from lavender. I forgot she loves lavenders too.

"I picked those from my little garden", I rmbr her telling me that.

One of the fresh and friendly faces Ive met.

there's something good about cafeterias

I often go to our client's head office. 

It's 30 minutes away from our workplace.

Individualism, one sad thing I noticed here.

I dont have negative impressions; 

ppl here value friendship and companionship so much that

you'll doubt refusing invitations and offers.

Problem is, the more they care about relationships, the

more they do not give a damn to things they're not involved of.

And it's supposed to be a good thing (maybe i just cudnt forget the pinoy

"meddling" attitude). But seeing blank faces in the train, makes me

feel so alone. To cut this melodramatic wails, i used to go the

head office's cafeteria, grab a cup of american coffee and sit

on a couch where i could clearly see the outside view.

And then, CHADANG!!! back to the bubbly mood. :D

looks like i just killed a cat

Never, ever, hand me some breakables when I am intoxicated.
Or never let me hold any, rather.
Last August, before going back to Philippines, I spent most of the
days having farewell parties with office mates and friends.
(Who enjoys farewells by the way??!)
One night after clubbing, went home a little bit tipsy, and thirsty.
Went to the sink, washed the last glass we had, a cracked one.
Was still talking to my girl friends when the glass broke in my hands,
and blood came gushing.. and it would not stop.. even after we put bandage.
A lot of skin tissues were scraped, congratulations to me :P