Hello! I’m Kawaiiiii Paws from Japan 🇯🇵. I share Japanese culture, daily life, and traditions from a Japanese perspective. Japan isn’t perfect, but it has a beauty worth sharing with the world. 🌸🗻⛩️ If you love Japan too, let’s connect! ✨

If Japan increases immigration, Surely, We’ll win the World Cup before long. ⚽️🏆 <2026> ← → <2030>

I went to Los Angeles. An American looked me in the eye and said “In-N-Out or Five Guys?” I understood immediately. This was not a question about lunch. This was a declaration of allegiance. In America, a man does not choose a burger. He reveals which clan has already chosen him. I studied the situation carefully. In-N-Out: red and white. Ancient colors. Coastal. A dynasty built on one secret menu, passed down in whispers. The kind of power that does not need to explain itself. Five Guys: five men. Not one. Not three. Five. A council. A shadow government that expanded to 1,700 locations while nobody was looking, operating entirely through french fries and the aggressive smell of peanut oil. I could not betray either faction without consequences I did not fully understand. So I made the only rational decision. I drove to In-N-Out first. I ordered a Double-Double. The name itself was a vow — double the commitment, doubled again. I ate it standing up, facing west, out of respect for the Pacific Ocean and whatever it represents. I felt the old bloodline enter my body. I drove to Five Guys. I ordered. The bag was heavy. I bowed to the bag. The cashier watched this. I did not explain. Then I thought: I have now eaten the council’s food. If I do not return to In-N-Out, they will know. Dynasties always know. I drove back to In-N-Out. The employee at the window recognized me. Something moved across his face. He said nothing. He handed me the bag. I respected him for this. Then Five Guys again. Diplomatic maintenance. Then In-N-Out. Just to be safe. By burger number seven, I was no longer hungry. I was no longer full. I had passed through both conditions and arrived somewhere else entirely. I was conducting foreign policy in a parking lot at 2pm on a Tuesday. I ate the final burger slowly, on the hood of my rental car, alternating one bite from each bag in careful sequence. This was not greed. This was a peace accord. A man cannot serve two masters, but he can acknowledge both in a formal ceremony involving sesame seed buns. The parking lot attendant watched me for a while. Then he looked away. He has seen many things. I sat there for eleven minutes. Not because I was full. Because my body had entered a new political era and needed time to ratify the treaty. Is this how Americans choose a side? Or have I misunderstood the process entirely? I need someone to explain the correct protocol before I return next month.

Tears won’t stop flowing 😭💧 If Elon Musk had only wanted to make money, there were so many easier paths 💰 After selling PayPal and pocketing $180 million, most people would have retired right there 🏖️ But instead, he poured his entire fortune into SpaceX 🚀 and Tesla ⚡ He slept on the factory floor 😴 Worked 100 hours a week ⏰ Rockets exploded three times 💥 Tesla was driven to the brink of bankruptcy 😱 Still, he didn’t stop 🔥 Because he wants to deliver humanity to Mars 🔴 Transform Earth’s energy 🌍 And make life better with AI 🤖 He knew that money is nothing more than fuel for that dream. He may be called the richest man in the world 👑 But what he truly holds isn’t money. It’s 「a dream for humanity’s future that no one has ever seen before.」🌌🚀✨

To everyone who found this post: What’s your favorite pork dish that you suddenly crave so uncontrollably? 🐖 Please don’t just scroll past this.

I went to the SpaceX IPO today. I bought one share. 135 dollars. Then I read the prospectus on the train home. Page 47. They are building a data center on the moon. I had to read it three times. Not because my English is bad. Because my English is correct, and this was real. A data center. On the moon. I set down the document. I looked out the window. I looked at the moon. I understood immediately what this means. Whoever controls the data on the moon controls the information. Whoever controls the information controls the decisions. Whoever controls the decisions controls the movements. Whoever controls the movements... I work in movements. I called my broker. It was 11pm. He answered because I have called him at 11pm before and he has learned that it is faster to answer. "Buy more," I said. "How many shares," he said. "Yes," I said. He was quiet for a moment. "That is not a number," he said. "12," I said. "Buy 12." He processed it. Then he said, "Can I ask what changed your mind?" I told him about page 47. He said data centers on the moon are still very theoretical. I told him that shadows are also theoretical until they are not. He stopped asking questions. The next morning I checked my account. I had also purchased 3 shares at 2am that I do not fully remember. My total position: 16 shares. 2,160 dollars. This is my entire operational budget for the next four months. I reported this to my village elder. He was silent for a long time. Then he said: "So we have no ninja this summer." "Correct," I said. "But we have exposure to the lunar data infrastructure sector." He has not spoken to me since. The moon rises tonight. I watched it for a long time. It looked exactly the same as before. But I know what is coming. My question for Americans: Is it normal to feel this way about a data center? And also — does SpaceX accept applications? I have skills that may be relevant to the night-side operations.

Japan should stop accepting refugees already!! 85% of the world’s refugees are Muslim. And there are 57 member countries in the Organisation of Islamic Cooperation (OIC) —the so-called Islamic nations. Among them are some of the wealthiest countries in the world, such as Saudi Arabia, the UAE, Qatar, Kuwait, Bahrain, and Oman. Yet they only provide financial aid and refuse to accept refugees the way European countries do. Of course, countries like Turkey, Pakistan, and Jordan have taken in large numbers of refugees. But I have to ask Why should Japan have to shoulder this burden? Why isn’t the first discussion about having culturally and religiously similar Islamic countries accept them instead? Japan is not an immigrant nation. We have our own unique language, culture, and history. If we are going to accept refugees, then Speak Japanese! Work! Send your children to school! Learn and respect Japanese culture, and adapt to Japanese society! If you can’t do that, then give up on coming here as refugees! Currently, out of approximately 130,000 foreign children and students in Japan, more than 8,000 are suspected of not attending school. If these children who can’t speak the language grow up and start causing problems like the grooming gangs in the UK, it will be too late to deal with it then. Humanitarianism is important. However, a nation’s primary responsibility is to protect its own citizens first. Japan. The world. Wake up. Isn’t it time we discuss this with a clear focus on national interest and reality?