Lovely and Pathetic Languages

You know how I love depressing myself out by listening to really sappy sad music, especially now with Japanese pop music. Can't help it because for certain reasons, all this sadness is expressed at best by a language of mainly vowels and is again closer to me in anyway than the Old Continent. I have always liked vowels-based languages thus I know most of them now. But Japanese provides something that I can't quite explain. Perhaps it's still dream-like for me there and if you really want, it's that chaos-order theory I've got that's somehow related to this particular sentiment. Not going to expound on this only because I'm thinking about a lot of things today. I met a lot of people today but there was absolutely nothing felt inside...very odd indeed. I came home and thought about it and realised what happened. The get-over process was completely disturbed and I haven't gotten over anything about this guy even now. And not having been to Tokyo for 6 months also means that I am lacking a place where I can express all there is to be expressed.

(ps. This photo is from winter 2005...just thought I'd add it here)