i admire people who write concisely, in a seemingly effortless manner.

and i always wonder if people romanticise their lives/relationship too much because it always seems too good to be true, or maybe i'm just a cynic.

it's freaking 5.16am i wish it was jet lag from a new york trip but no it's not. and i am taking vitamin gummies just to make myself feel better, i swear i know it's not working.

i'm gonna give a fragmented account japan, as are all my other posts, in bits.

can't say it enough but i L.O.V.E harajuku it really is the place to be. but i do regret not having the time to stop and soak in the entirety of it and look at all the pretty/well-dressed/freaking awesome (they all fall into one or all of the above mentioned categories) japanese!

they are honestly effortlessly fashionable, or at least that was how it came across to me. and i just wonder how the fuck the crepe-making girls/trash collectors/every freaking person has the energy to doll themselves up everyday like it wasn't even light make up ok, i saw so much glitter it was like an entire galaxy thingum on their eyelids hell!

kudos to them.

cost. fucking expensive i wanted to puke. enough said.

accomodation. (haha pointless effort in making this organised) it was completely more than we bargained for!!!!! and for the cost, i honestly couldn't believe it. MORE.THAN.WORTH.IT. and we spent the last few nights in nien yuan's sister's house in odaiba which was near the artificial coast haha. odaiba is a separate world as compared to the shinjuku/harajuku/shibuya kind of tokyo. it is definitely an awesome place to raise kids in why am i speaking like i am gonna get married.

i'm fucking sleepy probably gonna do this some other time.