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  • Robert Kodama 6:37 pm on January 3, 2011 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Directories, , Hosts, pages,   

    Blog Pages 

    Below are the pages you will find on the blog itself. Feel free to browse and comment as you feel.

    • About – here you will find a brief introduction to the blog and it’s purpose.
    • Blogs – a page dedicated to finding other blogs written by myself.
    • Private Tutoring – If you would like private tutoring, please click onto this page.
    • 500px Photography Profile – Take a look.
    • Bookstore – Buy my new book “Japan” – a book compiling almost 2 years of living in Japan.
  • Robert Kodama 2:02 pm on April 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: instagram, , ,   


    I’ve made a new instagram account to help promote my photos. Please feel free to follow @rkodamaexplores !

  • Robert Kodama 7:17 am on March 22, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Japan Photo Exhibition

    Japan Photo Exhibition by Robert Kodama now heads to Osaka after a successful run in Himeji.

    If you have the time, please do come and have a look!

    MAY 6TH – MAY 31ST





    平日 8時ー19時
    土日 9時ー6時
    休み 火/第3月曜日
    Instagram @kodamarobert

  • Robert Kodama 12:51 am on March 20, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: awareness, , breast, cancer, charities, charity, degrading, drastic, educate, , , feminism, guardian, helping, independent, learn, learning, liking, , , news, newspapers, , pictures, , selfies, social media, , ,   

    Raising Awareness the Wrong Way 

    Social Media is currently full of women taking pictures of themselves without make up to raise awareness for breast cancer, and there are a couple of things that are completely wrong about it. 

    To raise awareness or money for charities and/or causes, people usually take to drastic measures to be able to do so. Otherwise, there would be no motivation for individuals to give away money other than for pure generosity (which in this day and age could be scarce). To think that taking pictures of oneself without any make up is something on par with doing something drastic to raise awareness is somewhat degrading. It gives the suggestion that women only look presentable with make up, and that to take it off would be rather daring, enough so for people to take a second look. To think that this is the kind of society that we live in is embarrassing, to say the least. 

    Secondly, putting pictures of yourself on social media outlets doesn’t do anything to raise awareness. It just reminds us that breast cancer is out there, but it does not educate us further to then help us or to help others. It’s the same as reminding me that I have to pick up my dry cleaning. When you remind me, it’s in my mind. The next minute, it’s gone. To raise awareness, we should be posting about how to prevent breast cancer, or how we can actively help others, and ourselves, who already have it. We should be posting articles, links, and research about breast cancer to better understand it. Then we can become more aware. Looking at pictures of friends without make up does not teach us anything further about cancer. 

    Thirdly, this current craze of raising awareness is similar to the one a while back (perhaps still current in some places) of liking photos of people in need. All of these things on social media are very passive acts that doesn’t actively help people in need. It’s the same as throwing money at a problem (see my earlier post on how charity doesn’t always work). If you really want to help, and I mean REALLY want to do something and help, then volunteer yourself to do something actively. Volunteer your time or skills instead of just donating, posting pictures, or liking pictures of suffering people. There are plenty of people around you who need help with something. 

  • Robert Kodama 2:31 pm on November 26, 2013 Permalink | Reply  

    A Short Biography of a Man I Knew 

    I knew a guy once. He seemed like a decent fellow enough, though he had problems. He couldn’t quite fit in. It was perhaps from the life he had forced upon him when he was young. Taking adult responsibilities as a child is no easy feat. He didn’t get along with his peers at school either. A new day was never a new day. Each day was predictable with the suffering he would face at home, and at school. He always hoped for a better day, though it rarely came. School eventually ended and a new life was around the corner. He decided that attending university was a chance to rebuild his life and leave the past behind. Once there, he managed to fool himself into thinking that he succeeded, though there was something troubling him. The need of believing in his illusion drove him to ignore the reality, and live in denial. The illusion grew strong enough to almost become his new reality, but to leave his past once and for all, he fled the country. He currently lives someplace new, though the location is unknown. Settling and holding onto friendships is a complicated matter for him, no matter how hard he wants to. He still has unresolved issues to deal with but admitting it is too difficult to handle. Living in his illusion is still a way to cope.

    I assume he currently lives alone, trying to make himself believe he’s doing the right thing. He struggles to make close relationships and admit his weaknesses.

    I hope he gets better.

    • 🇺🇸🇯🇵 11:09 pm on November 26, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Rob This makes me want to know more. I just get some misfit who’s hiding in a foreign country. Period.

      How you been?


      🇺🇸 B U Y A M E R I C A N

  • Robert Kodama 11:31 am on October 5, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: assignment, , national geographic, publish, , , , sterility, ,   

    World Sterility

    Visit this page to view the image I submitted to a National Geographic assignment which aims to capture how the world is changing. If it wins, it will be one of the photos published in a future issue! Wish me luck!

  • Robert Kodama 1:09 pm on October 3, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , translation, travels   

    ホンマにバカlah! 日本語のバージョンパート1 






  • Robert Kodama 12:22 pm on October 2, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: airasia, arab street, , bottle, , marina bay, pasir ris, , , , , ,   

    You’re so damn stupid lah! 


    I arrived at the LCCT early on day 9 with (thankfully!) a much safer driver than before. I checked in with plenty of time and sat in front of the gate, thirsty. I decided eventually not to hold out for much longer and purchase a cheaper option of bottled water than Air Asia might offer on board. I sipped, happy with the knowledge that my hour long flight will be thirst-free. The boarding call finally came, and I walked with confidence towards the gate. An immigration officer stopped me. Had I done something wrong? She told me to dispose my water bottle. I explained that I bought this after passing security, and that of course they wouldn’t let me through with a bottle of water. She told me I was simply not to board the plane with water. How people smuggle duty-free booze onto planes, I’ll never know!

    The flight was the shortest, and thirstiest of all flights I have ever been on. I boarded, took off, filled out extensive forms for Singapore and landed. After clearing immigration, I headed for a train station and took their public transportation services to where I was to meet a familiar face. Thank goodness that their native language is Singlish (a hybrid of English and something Singaporean), which allowed me to understand most of what they were saying without any issues whatsoever. I was finally rested on the train, and was thirsty since I hadn’t had a drink since my final moments in Malaysia. As I reached for my water bottle that I purchased at the airport, I noticed a sign in front of me: No Drinking.

    taste of sg

    I was all checked in and finally met my familiar face. We went to Arab Street for lunch, where I was told that the best of the spiciest foods were available. Being a spice connoisseur myself, I took the challenge with a great smug look on my face. I had already dealt in Malaysia with street food of the upmost spiciest burn one could experience with a mere short toilet stop in the morning. Singapore had nothing on me. I sat down and ordered something which sounded spicy, with a glass of chocolate milk – a Singaporean speciality. While we waited for our food, we reminisced about our good old days and updated each other with our current good days. The lunch was cooked, and arrived in front of our noses. My familiar face told me to be careful. I listened, ignored and took a large mouthful. Thank goodness I had chocolate milk.

    Close to Arab Street was a toy museum. It was in one of the smallest buildings I have ever seen for any museum, and wondered whether it was just a guy’s house whose owner just kept all of his childhood belongings and charged people to see them (and yet not play with them). We ran in after some lightning charged through the Singaporean clouds. Afraid that we would get struck, we busied ourselves in old children’s books and toy telephones.

    Once the rain had died down, we ventured into the shopping centres of Singapore. Though large, it was nothing to boast much about.

    local life

    The following day, I had some time to myself for the day so I decided to get lost. The first thing I noticed was my stomach rumbling, so I headed to a hawker. This is essentially a large food hall where you are able to eat whatever tickles your fancy. I browsed for a while, but my eager stomach led me to the hawker too early. Thankfully, one stall had already opened, and I ordered a refreshing squeezed fruit drink and a stick of kiwi. Once that had been sucked away in under a minute, my nose started to tingle. Food was being prepared and so I set my eyes on one with a reasonable health and safety grading and settled for a roast duck lunch. The portion was slightly disappointing but it was enough to produce buckets of saliva and I was satisfied.


    Once I had satisfied myself, I took a brief walk around Chinatown. The place is unlike the Chinatown seen in London. It’s a lot calmer and seemed more “natural”. Reflecting back on the one I’m more familiar with left me with a feeling that the Chinatown in London truly was built for tourists in mind. Though it’s an obvious thought, it struck me there and then. I peeked through some back doors down alleyways, and when I had my fill, I headed to a bus stop.

    marina bay

    I took a bus heading someplace. I wasn’t too sure where it was going, but I know I eventually wanted to arrive at Marina Bay. I was on it for some time before I realised that the bus with the same number on the other side of the road was actually heading to Marina Bay. What wonderful luck. I quickly got off at an apartment complex and waited for the next bus headed in the opposite direction. Eventually, I made it. At least I thought I did.

    Marina Bay was the final stop according to the details on the bus and yet the hotel I wanted to reach with the infinity pool seemed miles away. I scowled in secret to express my distaste at the false advertising but without attracting unwanted attention to avoid getting arrested for it is a country where even chewing items you can’t swallow is considered illegal. Getting lost seemed a big part of my trip in Singapore as I took halls and alleys for a long time before finally making it there.

    not fitting in

    As I saw the entrance in the near distance, I realised that I didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the clientele hovering around taxis and the revolving door. The hurried, sweaty look didn’t quite make the cut so I quickly straightened myself out before acting rather 5-star for my big entrance. The main lobby was a vast area filled with rich people and rich caviar. I struggled to find a way of reaching the top as I wandered around the money-making marvel.


    After walking around aimlessly like helpless chicken for an hour, I eventually ventured to walk around the outside of the vast building. I did manage to find the entrance to the viewpoint atop the hotel with a set of stairs going downstairs.  I couldn’t quite compute the maths here, but I headed down nevertheless. I found myself at a dimly lit foyer where, believe it or not, you can buy a ticket to board an elevator to the top! My snobbish attitude got the better of me, and without hesitation, I ascended the stairs I just came down, filled with the knowledge that I am once again ascending without parting a single penny.

    red towers

    I decided to take my empty wallet elsewhere, and headed for the nearby gardens by the bay. Bizzare red towers forming metal tress loomed over smaller, natural trees. It was nice to get lost in what seemed like a well thought out jungle with designated paths – a brief break from the busy centre that is Singapore. This was the time I took to take a few moments to sit in the humidity and the sun and catch my breath.


    I headed for the train station, not quite knowing where I would go. I looked at the MRT map and decided that air conditioning would be a great way to recover from the humid, tranquil moment in the gardens. The stop “Pasir Ris” looked far enough, and I ventured towards a place unknown to tourist books.


    Upon arriving, I felt a little more refreshed having spent a long time in an air-conditioned carriage. This place was actually one of my favourite places in Singapore. Away from the hustle and bustle, this location boasted a large park with a small beach. The view from the beach was less flattering, as it consisted of cargo ships moving back and forth incredibly slowly, but the tranqulity there was at least natural in comparison to the gardens. I sat at a bench overlooking the small patch of sand, hypnotised by the tree fluttering in the sea.

    I lost track of time and rushed back to Chinatown, where I would meet friends that I hadn’t seen for some time. I trusted them to do the ordering, though knowing S.E. Asia, I was surely in for a surprise. The time was jolly, and the catching up was fun. I met some new interesting people and it was a perfect end to my brief stop in Singapore. I took a walk with my familiar face through Clark Quay during the night, reminiscing about the time gone by. It was a slightly sad ending, but also a positive one.

    It was then time to get ready for Bali.

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