aftermath

damn, i haven't eaten that good in a long time. 12 years perhaps. i'm crazy for japanese food. perhaps my fav. the spaghetti from the ampm is gourmet. delicious snacks surround. every meal i relished and savored.

i just had roast chicken pringels. along with melon soda hard candy just like how i remembered. nostalgic tastes like jelly fruit candy from my relatives in osaka i got at my grandma's house. it is an old friend. it tickles my tongue and i shiver with delight.

my thoughts drift to a busy intersection in shibuya. wishing i was there in the dodging crowds. walking until your feet hurt, yet you want to walk forever in the streets, people watching and shopping. a lot of ground to cover in a limited time.

or a quiet onsen in machiko, where alkaline cuisine is served on pottery which was our primary reason for the inconvenient trek.

or to the standing udon restaurant under osaka station. turn the corner and you are in hankyu department store that's like a deluxe shirokiya top floor. the food and fruit are delicious. turn the other way and you're at the asnas that sells gari gari popsicles.

or to the pristine, ancient rooms in the numerous temples and castles of shogunate.

to the okonomiyaki restaurant they took us too, the 9 of us filled the seats.

c.c. lemon. calpis. aquarius. mitsuya cider. melon soda. teas.

ohaiyogozaimasu!konichiwa!moshimoshi!konnbanwa!arigatoo!kawaii!ikura desuka?doko ni arimasuka?

essu saizu arimasuka?

something something something urikire something.

ah, sumimasen!

gomenasai.yokata!mada ne?daisuki!hai, kore to.onigaishimasu. gochisosamadeshita.

the synthetic lights from the trains as the played their unique melodies. the shinkansen where we played scrabble (i was leading by 20). the delicious station food.

we're happy you can't buy the new era japanese baseball hats online and mike's solo trip to tokyo station wasn't in vain. i have a grand collection of kitty chan stuff now. the fruit on a stick guy by yurakucho. the nice security guard trying to help us find snobby ono jiro's restaurant by the barkery and the sony building. 0101. 109. nishi ginza.

momo paradise, all you can eat sukiyaki/shabu shabu/heaven. tokyu hands. kiddy land and asbee in harajuku. tea time near the kaiyukan in osaka. buffet near the station. kyoto style lunch box.

the snack shop in ueno (thanks lori). we all had our sushi in ginza anyway with mr. kobayashi. and chinese food with tomoe. and hoto in the only place you can get it, yamanashi. went to the fifth station of fujisan. played with birds and owls nearby the old 500 yen back view.

i regret not buying more books at narita airport. the content fascinated me more than the hudson bookstores in las and lax. and you got an awesome paper jacket.

it oddly felt like home. i was at peace. infinitely happy, grateful and blessed. it's everything i stand for. perfection.

let's all go again soon. please!?

my heart is heavy, warm and full. ipai was the most often word used on the trip. we ate till we were stuffed every meal.

this is the happiest i've been in awhile.

i got to experience these full days in beloved cities and have these wonderful experiences with the people i love the most in the world. it was bliss and i am so grateful for being able to explore a city with them. it was heaven. i wish we lived in the same city forever and it would never end. the distance between us all cripples me. i wish it lasted forever.