Rarirara rum hmmmmm dirarura...ri ra! Nananuh...
I grew up with this kind of music. My grandpa and jazz music, they're almost the same thing. And my dad who likes to play the greatest jazz pieces out there at home on his clavinova piano. Ahh, this is the kind of feeling that cannot be expressed in a single word in the English language. This music playing overhead inside Caffe Veloce World Beans in Asakusabashi is reminding me of wonderful memories, of moments, great periods of my life.
Natsukashii. That's the Japanese word for it. I can't help but close my eyes, and feel the familiar notes play against the cozy warmth of the cafe. It transports me miles to the sofa back home, just sitting there, while the same music plays along. And then I broke into a smile.
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| waiting outside their hostel in the freezing winter cold |
I'm waiting for a couple of my friends who are staying in a hotel here. It is so far from where I live but I came here just to see them. This is a rare moment for me since they are scattered all over Southeast Asia. In Vietnam, Malaysia, and Thailand. Who knows when we will meet like this together again. They're here for a few days in Tokyo for a quick vacay before they all go back home. I'm glad I got to know these wonderful people. They will be my friends for a long time, I can tell.
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