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I saw a man named Tatsuya-san,he was the calligrapher and he draw this masterpiece for me.
I look for him these 10 years,we saw each other once,I really want to see him once again,can you help me to find him?
I even have his stamp.
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jun😈💜
😈 😈
So, bout my username here…
some of u might kno, but…
when I 1st hopped in here, like deadass 7 months back, it used 2 b “JUN 4番館主.”
ここの名前の由来で言うとね
知ってる人もいると思うけど…
ちょうど3か月前 初めてここ来た時
”JUN 4番館主”って名前だったのよ
’fore that, I had 4 rooms out there—
named ’em 1番館 thru 4番館.
それまではよそで
お部屋4つ持ってたことあって…
1番館から4番館まで名前つけてたの
After all, I only moved
the 4番館 (the English room).
The owner’s called “Nushi” there,
so ofc I kept the same name here too!
でぇ 英語のお部屋だった
4番館だけ引っ越したわけ
オーナーはそこでは主って呼ばれてるのね
それであの名前だったの
So yeah, it was kinda so my old pals from there could spot me easily.
But now I don’t really need that anymore,
so the “jun” part just stuck.
つまりそこでの旧友が見つけやすいように
してたってことで
今ではもう必要もなく
このjunって部分だけ残ったの
#English #英語 #英会話
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A journey across lands, within a heart.
I set off on a quiet journey, alone.
A soul in search—
for something unseen,
something lost within.
In Japan,
the soft chorus of autumn insects
followed the footsteps
of evening walks with my dog.
The air was clear,
crisp as glass,
and the rice fields whispered—
leaves rustling like distant waves,
waiting patiently
for harvest time to come.
Golden stalks, heavy with life,
bowed low,
as if listening
for the right moment to be released.
In the Philippines,
the sea shimmered in endless blue.
From Cebu to Malapascua,
then El Nido—
I chased the edge of the horizon.
I dove beneath the surface,
hoping the depths might answer me.
But what I was searching for
remained quiet,
somewhere beyond coral and salt.
Kalanggaman—
an uninhabited island
shaped like a kiss
between two drifting shores.
I whispered to the wind,
“One day,
I want to camp here with you.”
In Thailand,
on Khaosan Road,
I followed the map scribbled
in Lonely Planet’s margins.
Pad Thai sizzled,
foreign voices filled the air—
it hardly felt like Asia at all.
Or perhaps,
a Western village
planted in Southeast soil.
Like a scene from The Beach,
neon and nostalgia intertwined.
From Bangkok’s alleys,
I drifted south
toward Phuket’s waiting coast.
In Vietnam,
ao dai whispered through humid air,
pho steamed in quiet bowls,
and sudden rain
washed away even the noise.
I quarreled with a motorbike driver,
then laughed,
alone on a borrowed scooter
chasing the perfect bánh mì
through night markets
alive with spice and neon.
From Da Nang to Hoi An,
the road curled like smoke—
and the noodles I ate alone
tasted like courage.
In Bali,
the night chanted with fire.
Kecak dancers circled flame,
and I lay beneath a net,
dreaming in whispers.
I met my mother,
shared mint cucumber water,
and let time soften
what silence could not.
Spa hands pressed memory into skin.
Coconut paths led to Ubud,
where an amaryllis bloomed
quietly in a rice terrace—
as if it, too,
had been waiting.
In the Maldives,
spices clung to the air—
saffron, cumin, memory.
I wandered the morning market,
and in the mosque’s quiet breath,
wrapped myself in stillness
and modesty.
Malé felt too small
for the loneliness I carried.
Even land seemed to shrink
beneath the weight in my chest.
On Maafushi,
romance shimmered
just out of reach.
Stingrays in the shallows
played near my feet—
but the rendezvous
never reached my soul.
In Istanbul,
gulls cried over the Bosphorus,
and the wind tasted like salt and scripture.
At Hagia Sophia,
bells echoed in my ribs,
and a cup of tea
warmed something
colder than skin.
The bazaar twisted like a dream,
each alley a whisper
of spice and silk.
I felt both lost and found,
held in the hum of ancient prayers.
In Paris,
light fell gently
on bowls of pho
and broken mornings.
A stranger—madame—
offered me kindness.
When she said au revoir,
my eyes betrayed me.
Her kiss on my cheek
was the kind of goodbye
that aches for a lifetime.
At Sacré-Cœur,
I surrendered
to a grief I hadn’t named—
let it spill like stained glass
onto the quiet hill.
In Italy,
a single rose bloomed
on the table beside my risotto.
I watched pizza spin
in the hands of artisans
who touched the dough
like a living thing.
Warm laughter filled the streets—
a kindness without question.
In Spain,
tapas flickered beneath golden lights.
Gaudí’s stones reached for the sky,
and I coughed quietly
into thyme tea
as the sun dipped behind
Barcelona’s silhouette.
In Hungary,
steam curled from bathhouse tiles,
and friendship stirred
like the first warmth
after a long frost.
But fever came.
And so did silence.
I lay still in a guesthouse bed,
feeling eyes that saw me
as something other.
Even kindness
had a border that day.
In Morocco and Jordan,
I followed the scent of saffron
through souks that twisted like vines.
Tajine reminded me of home.
The kindness of strangers,
rooted in the Qur’an,
wrapped around me like linen.
In mountain towns dyed blue,
I shrank into myself—
then slowly breathed again
in the calm of dry air
and starlit nights.
What I searched for—
I never found.
Not in the oceans,
not in the prayers,
not in the heat or the hunger.
But in every step,
something remained.
The scent of mint and sea,
the rhythm of unknown tongues,
the silence after parting—
they live inside me now.
I returned
with nothing in my hands,
but everything
in my heart.
What was missing
was never meant
to be found—
It was meant
to be felt.
And now,
it blooms quietly
inside me—
like a flower
no one else sees.
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nodasanta
This child was born on Christmas Eve, so I named him Seiya, hoping for his happiness.
#ChristmasEve #Seiya #birthday #nodasanta
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しおりさん
2週目なんですけど
いいっ！ദ്ദി˶ｰ̀֊ｰ́ ) 尊い！！
最近、剣と魔法の世界とか
異世界とか転生とかダンジョンとか
そういうのばっか見てるんですけど
これはとくにイイ✨
話がしっかりしてて
登場人物も大人で落ち着いててイイ👍
中島ヨシキさんの声もええ(*´ω｀*)💕
野太い声が武闘派の王子様っぽきてよき
とか言ってたら年明けから2期なのね❤
幸せ🥰
#尊い #今日の気分
腐女子腐男子の星11nodasanta
The old song Tango the Black Cat was a hit! This cat was named after that time.
#blackcat #NameTango #nodasanta
2jun😈💜
GRAVITY日記大阪市現在の気温29.6℃
⬆️34°C ⬇️26°C
💭 💭 💭
Guess it’s about time…
I’m gonna change my name.
もういいかな…
名前変えるよ
You know what…
I recognized it was a weird one for a reason…
知ってるかな…
下記の理由でこれまで変な名前だったんだよ
Below is from a previous post.
下記, 以前の投稿より
💭 💭
Heeeey, ever crossed ya mind where my lowkey weird name here “JUN 4番館主” came from?
僕の#名前 “JUN 4番館主”ってなんか変なの…って思わん?
Back before coming here, I had 4 rooms out there… named ’em 壱番館 through 4番館.
ここくる前 お部屋四つ持ってたことあって…
壱番館から4番館まで名前つけてたの
AFTER ALL, I only moved the 4番館 (the English room) here. The owner’s called “主” there,
so ofc I kept the same name here too!
Call me JUN!
でぇ 英語のお部屋の4番館だけ引っ越したッ
オーナーはそこでは主って呼ばれてるのよ
だからこの名前なの
JUNってよんでねっ!
#English #英語 #英会話
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那由多カイリ
🎬 作品名
ボブという名の猫 幸せのハイタッチ（原題：A Street Cat Named Bob）
💭 感想
最初は主人公を好きになれなかったけれど、ボブ(猫ちゃん)と出会ってからの主人公を、心の底から応援してた
前情報がなく見てたけど、最後の写真でこの話が実話だったんだと驚かされた大好きな作品
📅 公開年
2016年（イギリス）
👤 監督
ロジャー・スポティスウッド
✍️ 脚本
ティム・ジョン、マリア・ネイション
📖 原作
ジェームズ・ボーエン著『A Street Cat Named Bob』
🎵 音楽
デヴィッド・ハーシュフェルダー
⭐ 出演
ルーク・トレッダウェイ
ジョアンヌ・フロガット
ルタ・ゲドミンタス
アンソニー・ヘッド
キャロライン・グッドール
📖 あらすじ（ChatGPT作成）
ロンドンでドラッグ依存症と闘うストリートミュージシャン、ジェームズ。
彼の人生は、茶トラ猫のボブと出会ったことで大きく変わり始める。
ボブと共に歌い、街で過ごす日々は、多くの人々の心を動かし、彼自身の再生の道へと導いていく。
🏷 ハッシュタグ
#ボブという名の猫 #実話映画 #映画好きと繋がりたい #映画紹介 #映画
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