My Kinda Thanksgiving 2011... ALONE! in Tokyo.

This is what I cooked for Thanksgiving last year 2010.

There is no Thanksgiving in Japan.

But since I'm from Tokyo where there are many multicultural communities in, Thanksgiving is not a stranger.

In fact, I'm a big fan of cooking.

 So I'm uploading some pictures of what I cooked last year for Thanksgiving.

But No Cooking for Thanksgiving this year...

You wanna know why?????

..... ALONE AGAIN.

Who do you think goes home for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and tells me that he likes me and that I should come too without even getting me the tickets?

Obviously it's someone WHO is NOT that INTO ME.

What do you expect?!?!?!?

Seriously, you should suffer.

I hope he will be punished and he will deserve suffering.

Ugh! Am I that evil???

Sometimes I hate myself........ But I can't help! 

So no any other words on this matter.

 Happy Holiday! ;)))

Before the brine.My screaming and crying had already begun. Ewwww Ewwww Kyaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!
It felt like I was touching and holding a hairless puppy.

Yet I was determined to cook a turkey. Yes, I even put my hand under the skin, between the skin and the body to rub the oil with herbs.

Thank you turkey for being roasted beutifully.

I just cook and I don't know what these dishes are called but these are some stuff I made. What you don't see here are pumpkin soup on the stove, mac and cheese in the oven, and kaki cheese cake in the fridge. It was after I came here when I realized that I forgot to bring some salad and cook turnips/broccolis/egg plants and some other vegitables with tomatoes.. Yes, I always need more.

Next morning while I was aslep, some of my friend's friends asked my friend what was cooking the day before and if he had some leftover to share :D Thank you :D

 I dished out too much food for a picture so it doesn't look good but at least you can see the pumpkin soup on the table.

hamineco from Tokyo, Japan

Sparkles

Soon or later, I have to die. 

Don't come near me if you can't treat me right. 
Don't play with me if you can control yourself. 
I feel like an idiot with or without you already. 
I'm always busy looking for my own peace of mind. 
Do you see sparkles in me? Do you?


This is also a note from my old diary.

Endlessly rehearsing what you wanted to say when it's too late?

Life changes a lot depending on your health, passion, ambitions, friends and people you meet.

If you are healthy, you can really do anything.

I learnt languages (English, Korean, Chinese, Spanish) at the age of 12 on my own will.

Because I knew that I would be an influential musician and change the world so I was passionate to learn anything for my purpose to live.
Yes, I wanted to make a world peace and lives fair. And I believed that I could change the world.

I screwed for some serious health problems though...

Life is almost all about the timing and how you see the world/things, isn't it?

Life itself even changes its own way for good or bad and even for the best or the worst depending on the timing.

I don't wanna regret for doing nothing.

I don't wanna endlessly rehearse what I should have or would have said to someone before it's too late when it's too late.

Depending on the timing, you can even get everything or lose everything.

You know what?

You almost had me but you lost me.

See beyond the obvious...

See?

Decipher The Life

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
It really made sense to me now.

Rhapsody

Trouble is good when you are the trouble.
But it's not as good as it sounds when you are in trouble.
It's like I wanna play the rhapsody but I'm just some notes of the music.
I know you can't play the music without any notes but I prefer to play it and conduct it.
I feel like being a melody right now so I go for some harmony though. I must be tired.

Memories are good when it's beautiful in the past.
But no one knows the truth when someone repaints it.
It's like a nightmare if you lose to it and become a shadow drowning in the past.
I am here in the present because I learn on the way to the futures.
Yes, I move on. I won't run after my yester days anymore.

But Where Is My Love?

I'm free.
Free to flirt and free to fall.

But where are you?

Trap me.
Steal my heart and breath away.

I need someone to knock me out and wake me up.


I don't remember when I wrote this. Probably when I was a teenager.
But these words came up in my mind now again and it painflly makes sense again.