Anyway I lost my keygaurd switch today. But then I found it later on so it is okay. Remember to congratulate me when you see me, on my 5th day in keeping the switch with me.

Yensen somehow convinced me to spend 70 cents to get my picture taken with a Polaroid camera. Bryan, Yensen and I each wore this dress thing with an amazingly complicated belt. (The fore-mentioned close friend has still not returned me my belt, on a totally unrelated note.) It was amazingly stuffy in the dress, since I also had my uniform on underneath. Luckily, they had this hand fan around that I could use, since my anti-drug windmill was proving to be a little useless. After years of trying and tying, the Japanese club booth people managed to get the dress thing on me and we took the picture. We then took off the dress only to learn that the picture failed to develop.

I did get my picture in the end, but I was actually holding the belt thing with my right hand. Cannot really be bothered to put that dress back on. Ancient Japanese people sure had it bad.