today i write again.

and i hope to get better.
but since some of you are not 'readers', i'll post pretty pictures too.
i've been blogging since 2004, and have failed to post anything new for the past year.


well this is why.

Tokyo. Autumn 2013,

Now don't get me started on the extra pounds.


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