if a stranger comes along and ask me "what kind of life do you have?"
i wonder what should i say.
the kind of life you have pretty much is determined by the kind of people you live with i supposed.
you meet people everyday in your life. but some people you meet in your life everyday. these are the people that really matter... because they determine your answer to the what-kind-of-a-life-i-live question.
here are the people that mattered very much over the many weekends in my life. since i am only truly alive on weekends, these are the people that mould this life.
yet they also happened to be the ones to ruin its sanity.
if you want something and dont have it, hang out with the people who do
give me a sharp nose and nice boobies
this (unfortunately) was intentional and supposed to be artistic
this, however, is not
your friendly guide to self-ventilation
first you check out what might be clogging up the vents
then you check it somemore
the more the merrier
afterwhich you stick your pinkies into the area of concern and twist it as many times as necessary
the results are astounding
being able to breathe in fresh air is the result of hard work
and breathing in other peoples fart is a part of breathing in fresh air as well
when you are the person who farted
act like a victim
besties do things together... from camwhoring to breathing fart
and throwing your reputation away
"hey get ready... its about here you start rolling."
you are goddamn lucky to have seen a lolita (who is still alive to blog) roll down stairs before.
4 days is too short... and so is a lifetime.
somehow i cannot feel the kind of happiness one feels when going home.
"home" is nowhere far from japan.
till the day i have experienced every single thing i would like to experience in japan... i will always be trying to go back to it over and over again.
until i have truly stayed there, worked, and lived a life like a typical japanese adult would... i will always be telling everyone that i want to go live in japan forever.
i know that there is no place like home, and home is where the family is.
my family is not in japan... but why is my heart there?
i close your door one last time
goodbye roomkey
last trip to shinjuku OlOl building and saw a happy man in the middle of the streets
he was friendly and happy and it made me cheer up a little
went to look at those kiapkiap machines one last time
and brought one last toy home
took a neoprint all by my lonely self
it turned out.... stupid
one last visit to sixh with a secret mission
i dont believe it.... mission accomplished in the end
i walked this road one last time to the hotel having walked on it so many times over the past 4 days
it felt like the road to home to me
the main (old) building of shinjuku washington hotel
i will always come back to you if i ever visit japan again
slept on the limousine bus and woke up to find myself suddenly at narita airport
took a piture to remind myself of how beautiful the weather was in japan
i was... truly ... leaving.
i cried at the airport.
i know i always will... every single time i visit japan.
おまけ
mission reward: a beautiful photo of your quest
"is he Mr. IBI san? can i get him to sign on the flyer?"
fuck i know there is no need for Mr. and san to be together
i was too nervous to speak properly.
thank you for signing on your flyer for me, giving me your namecard, tolerating me infiltrating your stores 3 days in a long-weekend, and allowing me to take your photo
衣斐さん
Realization dawned upon me when i was happily soaking away my fats in a tub of luke-warm rose water on a saturday night.
last chance to breakfast hotel-style and this time i arrived early
i once sat in that seat last year
went out in another new garment minus proper shoes
cos my shoes were sitting in the BPN shop waiting for me to pay up and wear them out
the place where the kiaper will get lost in (like i did)
it is one of my favoritest place in shinjuku
it was a public holiday eve, and there was a street performance
they blocked the road between me and OlOl for the dancing obasans... i barged through anyhow after 10 mins of waiting
it beckoned
since i was in singapore all this while... hence a
couple of obasans and 1 policeman are not going to stop me from getting to it
this thing moves
the seafood restuarants in singapore have lousy dead-looking crab-signboards
its teh harajuku bridge with no cosplayers in sight
except this group and a couple of weird looking ones
went for a hair trim
and he was my hairdresser <3
i was here last year too
and this year i came back to buy another bag (you japanese now know that when you earned my money once, you will earn it forever)
the first stores i hunted down were the naoto cluster
i didnt know that 8 club was moving soon after i visited it... i should have taken pictures of more than just the doormat
shopper instincts soon overwhelmed everything else and no pictures were taken until i see this after sun down
i think people come here to get married (or try to get yourself married eventually)
hairsalon street
where every store has its own concept and every store charges you an equally high price for a haircut
it is sexy to have a pink FUCK screaming at everyone who walks past your store
that way you get to hire pretty kera models to be your shopkeepers
japan also happens to parade their clothes like they do their yakitori sticks in the grilling machine
the moving clothes made me think of charsiew
another classic example of earning my money till the day i die
this was where i spent an hour and a half in without realizing when i first visited japan
a pack of bathsalt i will never get to use if i bring it back to singapore
it goes into the bathtub as a reward for me hardwork for that night
おまけ
this is the hard work i was talking about (try packing them when your bodys like a corpse)
it took me 3 hours
"beri ro-ku sutaru*! 素敵な..."
i ought to love that traffic light at harajuku <3
Oh yes i do
