Photographic Montage, in a non-montagial form. Pt 4. Jinbo!

Badi credits the photo. Again.
You know, I had a lot of trouble writing this entry about Jinbo. I've stopped and started, left it for another day, written three pages and then deleted it just because it didn't say what I wanted it to. I suppose I could put a couple of one-liners together and finish with 'here's to Jinbo! the funniest man that ever lived!' but I would have missed alot. So I think, I'll just write everything I can possibly think at the time of now. I'm sure Tom that you've heard alot about Jinbo from me already. But I think he deserves something written. Something he can find if he wants.

Jinbo and I only first became friends because I was a little too bold for my own good. I walked straight up to him, not knowing his name, and pointed at him aggressively. "What are you doing wearing my dad's shirt!" I said, "That's my dad's shirt!". He replied profusely with "No, no it's not! This my shirt! Mine!". We continued to play bicker, the shirt he was wearing was the same colour green as my Dads, as well as having the little embroidered crocodile on the chest. Initially I called him Dad. Although he was never really a father figure. He was way too funny to be my Dad, although cheers to my Dad for being way cool (for if he reads this). I sat next to Jinbo a couple of times after that. We became friends. He called me 'Charlie' sometimes, or the occasional 'YO CRACKER!' and I called him 'Dad' when ever he wore that shirt. You know Tom, he can play the piano! Really well! And he can cook. No wonder we got (facebook) married :P Jinbo was one of my best friends of my experience. Honest to the applicable significant being in your prefered lifestyle, might be God, might be ducks. Who knows.
So in August, I met a man named Jinbo. There is a picture of him with Tim and I at the top of this post. He's a transformer, and a panda. And he can down a bowl of rice in three seconds flat. Which is, you know, FLIPPIN' AMAZING.

This man made me laugh so hard that I fell over. This man made me try the nori packets with the Hello Kitty covers that was just so DAMN DELICIOUS (oishii!). This man helps me to calm down when I'm freaking out over exams. This man urges me to work harder, and make more of myself. This man makes me miss August 2010 so much that sometimes I feel like crying. He is a good man.

I hope you meet him one day Tom.
He's your cup of tea.