Euphoria Chaser

We chase what we can chase, to quench our thirst, to fill the empty cup, completing our soul.

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Yamada Ryosuke | Jmovie magazine Vol. 29 November 2017 part 2

source: 草莓要配白巧克力

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dang

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EFTELING! *in love*

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One OK Rock Who Are You?? Who are we?? Tour

Melkweg, Amsterdam.

Very nice concert hall. Big enough to hold all the fans, but also small enough to create intimate atmosphere with the band.

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Who are you?? Who are we?? Tour

Le Bataclan, Paris. Amazing Band, amazing crowd. It was all worth it!

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The Encounter Collection

I sometimes wish for a letter, a note, a sentence from my father. Saying that he loves me, that he is proud. Saying anything, saying a goodbye. But then I realized, he left more than that; he left me. The me he and mum moulded. The complex and contradicting me, the independent and will be able to bloom even in the barest desert me. That is better than any letter. 

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one day, all of this will disappear. everything that we know is tangible today will be gone tomorrow. technology may not even be here anymore. everything that we have written on a screen can be easily wiped away. and the people of the next generation will only remember us through stories written on pieces of paper, or on photographs mounted on walls of old houses. museums will house the history that we have left behind. it could be a pen that you used to write the poems that have not survived the war when books were burnt down and formed mountains of ashes. this has happened before. there is so much part of history, now gone. centuries of distortion may have fabricated us a lie. it could be a journal, or a diary page, that have survived and then discovered later beneath all the rubble, long after you were gone. it could be a piece of ceramic, or a wristwatch, or a piece of painting without a signature. it is easy to be forgotten.

our existence is fleeting. i’ve been told, nothing is forever. i believe it to be true. in hiroshima, there is a piece of wall sitting in a museum. when the a-bomb exploded, the rays caused a man’s shadow to imprint itself on a wall before his body turned to powder. it is all that is left of him-a silhouette of existence. where i’m from, there is piece of land with tombstones jutting out from the earth. six feet under are bodies of soldiers who died in the vietnam war. some of them have lost their names. engraved on their tomb is the word, “unknown” as if their lives have not meant anything at all. when thousands of jews died on concentration camps, the germans had trouble deciding where to bury them. for days, the bodies lay sitting one on top of the other, skin sticking to their bones. after a while, they were wheeled away in stacks, and then thrown into a ditch, limbs in every direction. like broken dolls for disposal. they have no names, only a code of numbers branded on their arm as if they were poultry walking down the assembly line for slaughter.

there are still so many stories left untold, still so many left unwritten. one day, when all of this disappears, when a virus wipes away everything i have written on a screen, or when all the pages i have collected with my handwriting in it have been turned to ashes, i wish to be remembered. it doesn’t matter if my memory does not sit behind a glass case in a museum, because i may not be as important as the others are. it doesn’t matter if my name does not survive for more than a few decades. but i wish for you to remember the gravity of my soul. i wish for you to remember the weight of my hand on yours, and if we have not touched-the weight of my words in your hands. they may not be as heavy as i think they are and some of them may also be painful or careless, but no matter i keep trying.

for we all wish to be remembered......

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#OOR #amsterdam #WhoAreYouWhoAreWe

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Toru and his new fangift bracelets. #OOR #amsterdam #WhoAreYouWhoAreWe #yup I stole a vid or two

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the baby boy is growing into a man fast.

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I am friends with the right people, I think. From them I know good things like this. So worth the 4 hour's return trip.

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another country to pin. Windmollen! :D

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Tom Yam by Me! #foodporn #braggingBitch #Alergy?WhatAlergy?

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Rose Tyler painting plus some progress shots.

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I need to learn to color like this.... *loving every stroke*

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B.A.P  chibi fanart for a bookmark. We'll give it as a freebies at LOE-Wanted in Seoul this August.

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B.A.P LOE Hongkong

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Now this is about my trip to Hong Kong. To go there we took the cathay pacific. I had high hopes of them, but it turned out the airways is...a meh when compared to Garuda Indonesian Airways. The cabin crews were good, friendly and helpful, but the in-flight entertainment was not all that fun. Can't replay a scene, can't select movies whenever, and no games. Good thing in a way since it meant I could sleep nicely through the flight. The food was okay, but I got bored half through. So, yeah. ah. and they don't have in-flight immigration. When we got there, Hong Kong was hotter that I expected. We also had to wait quite some time for the bus out in the humid air, but they are on schedule, so that was an okay. -will continue later on my next pictures post-

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this is shyt! why so clumsy, self?!