Hey there. As y'all know, Kazzy got an internship with the Japanese branch of an American company, and he's been in Tokyo for the past couple of months. This was a good opportunity for me to meet his parents, and I had always wanted to return to Japan, so he made that wish come true for his first month there. Not only did he give me a significant amount of spending money for the trip, but as it turns out, I was able to stay in his apartment for no additional charge (also, shoutout to Auntie for letting me use her airline miles! All I had to pay was $50 in taxes!) Yesterday, I read a comment on Find Your Love in Japan's recent video What It's Like Dating Japanese Men for Foreign Women. HEY THERE. The sentence "[When] you live together with someone you start understanding his bad sides" made me wonder what I'd learned in my time together with Kaz. I'd had a great time with him during that month, but left feeling like I hadn't had enoug...
The Story of a Ridiculous Idea There were many feral (and stray) cats living around the University of Tsukuba, and the Ichinoya dormitories to the far north of the campus were no exception. There were informal clubs dedicated to feeding the cats, and providing them with makeshift shelters made out of storage bins to host them and their inevitable kittens. Therefore, the cats living near Ichinoya in 2013 were very fat and happy. With the exception of one. She was a scrawny, short-haired mackerel tabby. While the feral cats had their food brought to them, she did not, and resorted to meowing at the doors of the lower-level balconies until one would come out and share some rice and salmon from their onigiri . April 27, 2013, she meowed at the door of room 34-103. Her life would never be the same. Okay, moving on from the terrible prose, when I came back from Japan, I brought this cute cat with me. However, for many reasons, you can't just walk on a plane wi...
Note: I think now is the time to say that Kaz's mother is Chinese, meaning he is technically hafu (Japanese term for someone who is half-Japanese.) H e was never bullied or treated differently because of it, as it is hard to tell he is hafu . He was raised solely by his Japanese father and grandmother. We know roughly the same amount of Mandarin (like 5 words on a good day.) Therefore, I always think of him as just Japanese. I am deeply sorry if anyone felt misled. However, these are important personal details of Kaz's life, and I do not feel like I have the right to freely make reference to them. I plan to continue to refer to him as Japanese. Yes, I could have written this blog without mentioning those facts. However, meeting Kaz's parents in two different cities and certain other details would have made little sense without informing you guys. Enjoy! *I've shared a few photos of the trip to Japan on my Instagram , and made three new vlogs on our YouTube chann...
I think the rolls are equal. I agree with you. If there is something I can't do physically,then maybe it can be done together.
ReplyDeleteI completely agree, and I feel fortunate that Kaz is happy to work with me on physical tasks :)
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