The Beat Goes On...

A few days ago was the first day I've seen my old Aoyama friends since before the Earthquake. We were in Shibuya to celebrate a friend's wedding - post-ceremony party. Compared to when we were all at University, we've all change. Some more than others.

As I was listening to everyone, I could see many characteristics of old women students in my young friends eyes (and words). I've taught well over 200 people in my career so far, and I've begun to see paterns in certain people and faces. Anyway, I got a little laugh from imagining my friends in the
ir 60. Shockingly that is only 32 years from now.

On the way back to the station, I stopped to listen to a street band.

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sent from W-ZERO3

つづく

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Damn phone!

I was half-way though a heartfelt post about the revelations of my friends growing old and never seeming to have enough time to get to know everyone, however my phone decided to not save my draft before exiting the mail program when I accidently hit the "End Call" button (located next to the arrow k
eys)!

So... main point I wanted to state: you can never tell what other people think of you, because you can never read their brains. However, you can listen to music together and get a feeling for what kind of character they think they are. However, only I know who they really are - to me.

つづく

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