Fish and Sakura
It was a beautiful early Saturday morning. Very early. Extra early at 9 a.m. I started my day by throwing my garbage, then with my bike VG, I cycled far East to witness Japan's most iconic and wondrous infamous pale fuchsia plantation, Sakura, which you can find abundantly in Southeast Asia through Google image search. Sakura is extremely gorgeous, filled with petals of blue, grey and velvet red. Wait. That's rose.
My first destination was Tenmabashi, and it was bloody raining.
It started in Keihan City Mall, I scavenged around the mall to find the greatest spot for breakfast, and without even knowing, I have landed in the quote best end quote breakfast place in the world, Maku Donarudo.
After my voluntary review of Mc Cafe, I head up to the highest level in za building, but I spot something sweet that was sweet, like doughnut.
I found myself in the most beautiful place that's closed to corridor of Mirrors.
There I found a way to view Sakura from its highest point.
After the big picture, I wanted the details, so I moved my buttock to the first floor again, to the same promenade I saw as a bird, but now as a tall fish on land.
To tell you the truth, I was astounded. I could control neither my limbs nor my excitement, or my erection.
My excitement is high, but not as high enough to replace my hypodermic syringe thrust into the skin, I run towards the greatest and most popular spot for rock climbing, Osaka Castle.
I come for the purpose of viewing Sakura.
There, not only I find a bus with cheerful spring fanfare, a Samurai park cleaner, or a Japanese style street performance, but there are many food, so I rub my hands again one of the ice cream stalls and buy a pink ice cream, that's just strawberry, not Sakura, though it adds up to the mood.
Spring in Osaka Castle, there's nothing like picnicking under the shade of fully bloomed cherry blossoms which will then wither in 2 weeks but stays in the heart for an eternity.
It was dinner time, I dream of going to a great Sushi restaurant, to eat a lot.
However, I wake up to the silence of the nightly darkness which dampened cold air grazes my skin and permeates my souls until I tremble like a haunted castle.
"Man, how long was I asleep.
God, I wish I were a king in that castle.
Imagine the fortune I would make
from selling my Fried Rice"
I can't be so random if I want to give a meaningful message, I thought.
Cheese.... with yeast? Those are two things I need to buy.
In order to perfect my Margherita.
My first destination was Tenmabashi, and it was bloody raining.
It started in Keihan City Mall, I scavenged around the mall to find the greatest spot for breakfast, and without even knowing, I have landed in the quote best end quote breakfast place in the world, Maku Donarudo.
After my voluntary review of Mc Cafe, I head up to the highest level in za building, but I spot something sweet that was sweet, like doughnut.
I found myself in the most beautiful place that's closed to corridor of Mirrors.
There I found a way to view Sakura from its highest point.
After the big picture, I wanted the details, so I moved my buttock to the first floor again, to the same promenade I saw as a bird, but now as a tall fish on land.
To tell you the truth, I was astounded. I could control neither my limbs nor my excitement, or my erection.
My excitement is high, but not as high enough to replace my hypodermic syringe thrust into the skin, I run towards the greatest and most popular spot for rock climbing, Osaka Castle.
I come for the purpose of viewing Sakura.
There, not only I find a bus with cheerful spring fanfare, a Samurai park cleaner, or a Japanese style street performance, but there are many food, so I rub my hands again one of the ice cream stalls and buy a pink ice cream, that's just strawberry, not Sakura, though it adds up to the mood.
Spring in Osaka Castle, there's nothing like picnicking under the shade of fully bloomed cherry blossoms which will then wither in 2 weeks but stays in the heart for an eternity.
It was dinner time, I dream of going to a great Sushi restaurant, to eat a lot.
However, I wake up to the silence of the nightly darkness which dampened cold air grazes my skin and permeates my souls until I tremble like a haunted castle.
"Man, how long was I asleep.
God, I wish I were a king in that castle.
Imagine the fortune I would make
from selling my Fried Rice"
I can't be so random if I want to give a meaningful message, I thought.
Cheese.... with yeast? Those are two things I need to buy.
In order to perfect my Margherita.
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