Joyce capturing my bitch face a few hours ago at Omotesando Hills (表参道ヒルズ, Omotesandō hiruzu). Larson, my Filipino-Chinese friend (in Tokyo with his family on business), brought us around the famous Harajuku and Omotesandō this afternoon. The latter is supposedly the Champs-Élysées of Tokyo, and is a famous shopping and (previously) residential road in Aoyama.  Randomly, if you can understand Tagalog, I was only able to remember the name of this street by associating it with camote and sando… haha! :) x PS. Japan is one hour ahead of Hong Kong, so it’s midnight here now. Midnight, and I still can’t sleep because my dad turned up the heater to like thirty-freaking-three that it’s a bloody sauna in the room. PPS. The song I embedded is entitled “Kisshug” by Aiko, one of my favorite Japanese songs, discovered back in 2008 :) This was actually my alarm tone in France.



Joyce capturing my bitch face a few hours ago at Omotesando Hills (表参道ヒルズ, Omotesandō hiruzu).

Larson, my Filipino-Chinese friend (in Tokyo with his family on business), brought us around the famous Harajuku and Omotesandō this afternoon. The latter is supposedly the Champs-Élysées of Tokyo, and is a famous shopping and (previously) residential road in Aoyama. 

Randomly, if you can understand Tagalog, I was only able to remember the name of this street by associating it with camote and sando… haha! :)

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PS. Japan is one hour ahead of Hong Kong, so it’s midnight here now. Midnight, and I still can’t sleep because my dad turned up the heater to like thirty-freaking-three that it’s a bloody sauna in the room.

PPS. The song I embedded is entitled “Kisshug” by Aiko, one of my favorite Japanese songs, discovered back in 2008 :) This was actually my alarm tone in France.