having a quick lunch at the Kyoto Station platform while waiting for the Shinkansen (bullet train) headed for Tokyo -

I love how in Japan you’re allowed to eat in trains and subways. The government simply trusts its people to keep everything tidy, enough to give them such liberties. And their trust is well-placed. Even public toilets are pristine, nobody would do anything that would inconvenience or disadvantage someone else, people understand why they must do right by each other. Simple enough, right? Yet so many of us still can’t grasp the mentality. Their culture has just reached such a high level of civilization I can only marvel at it.

‘f*ck, why did I go shopping again?’  - taken with my sister’s iTouch a few hours ago at Shibuya while we were waiting for the train, the look on my face a mixture of stunned disbelief and self-loathing.. oh, and this is me post-trim and root color retouch - no more black roots and split ends! Hooray! PS. The shoes I’m wearing had been lying on my shoe rack for months in Hong Kong, touched by me only twice: once to ponder over them (on whether or not they looked too overstated for my outfit), and the other time being when I transferred to a different apartment. I wore these shoes for the first time in my life during this Japan trip, despite having bought them almost a year ago. They’re actually quite comfortable, but I still don’t think I could muster the motivation to wear them in Hong Kong (where I have been decidedly avoidant of the typical ‘Hong Kongese girl’ look). However, here I find it impossible to avoid being mistaken for a Japanese girl anyway (go figure), so I’ve hence decided to go all out and embrace all 5 feet 9 inches of my Japanese alter ego.

‘f*ck, why did I go shopping again?’ 

- taken with my sister’s iTouch a few hours ago at Shibuya while we were waiting for the train, the look on my face a mixture of stunned disbelief and self-loathing.. oh, and this is me post-trim and root color retouch - no more black roots and split ends! Hooray!

PS. The shoes I’m wearing had been lying on my shoe rack for months in Hong Kong, touched by me only twice: once to ponder over them (on whether or not they looked too overstated for my outfit), and the other time being when I transferred to a different apartment. I wore these shoes for the first time in my life during this Japan trip, despite having bought them almost a year ago. They’re actually quite comfortable, but I still don’t think I could muster the motivation to wear them in Hong Kong (where I have been decidedly avoidant of the typical ‘Hong Kongese girl’ look). However, here I find it impossible to avoid being mistaken for a Japanese girl anyway (go figure), so I’ve hence decided to go all out and embrace all 5 feet 9 inches of my Japanese alter ego.

Day #1 in Japan: Upon arriving, we took the JR Yamanote line to Shinagawa from Ueno.. the first time I ever wore heels - and 5 inch platform booties, at that - for travel. Usually I’m much more pragmatic. *if there’s a Japanese song you know, it’s probably this one: “First Love” by Utada Hikaru PS. That’s not me wearing a shirt and leggings, I thought you should know (I hate it when people do that..) I’m wearing a black skirt!

Day #1 in Japan: Upon arriving, we took the JR Yamanote line to Shinagawa from Ueno.. the first time I ever wore heels - and 5 inch platform booties, at that - for travel. Usually I’m much more pragmatic.

*if there’s a Japanese song you know, it’s probably this one: “First Love” by Utada Hikaru

PS. That’s not me wearing a shirt and leggings, I thought you should know (I hate it when people do that..) I’m wearing a black skirt!

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