Kyoto isn’t that easy to travel around.Especially since I can’t read kanji (chinese characters). And especially since I seem to have both cataracts and dyslexia and keep reading things wrong.

(i.e. mistaking Bus 81 for Bus 16).

The day after the bus episode I took the wrong subway train. Some more I told Angela confidently that I take this subway everyday.

Today on the bus I got hit on by a junior high school boy.

JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL! As in maximum age 14.

I guess I look like his age or something because how else would a 14 year old have the guts to say that I’m cute and ask me which stop is mine.

Sadly for him, I just blinked at him in a way bringing to mind a goldfish (goldfish blink ar?) and opened and closed my mouth trying to remember what my stop was called.

I blinked until his stop came up and he got down.

Yalah yalah my Japanese damn bad la. But why does he think I’m his age! My hair dyed what! Junior school kids where can dye their hair! My face looks my age also what! Which is a good 7 years older than him.

Imagine! I was in Standard 1 when he was born. Dammit how embarrassing.

Anyway, guess what I’m doing now?

I’m thinking about those poor saps back at good ol’ Mount Holyoke College whom the closest they get to see men on campus are either old professors or butch women.

Thinking that when they wanna go shopping, they have to freaking buy a bus shuttle ticket and finish shopping in less than 2 hours.

I’m laughing. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.

I’m thinking of the equal mix of men and women I see everywhere here. (Fine, I have yet to see a cute Japanese guy yet because they all seem to have this fashion style where they look like they don’t bathe or shave and they wax their hair so it looks unwashed)

And when I wanna go shopping all I have to do is take the subway down to Shijo where is where I want to be buried if I die.

I’m sorry if I’m damn sua ku but Shijo is orgasmic. All the shops! And all my kind of clothing! If I die here I’ll die happy wtf.

They have this building called OPA which is like 8 levels of all women’s clothing, shoes and accessories.

Every floor is organized by the style of clothes they sell. B1 is my favorite cos that’s where all the weird funky stuff is (supposed to be ganguro/kogal fashion but who cares) T___________T

And everybody dresses like they’re going to a fashion show. WHy people so free and so rich wan! Like their makeup will be expertly applied with no hints of smudging or out of line wtf.

And their hair will be perfectly curled and blown as though they just stepped out of the salon.

And every piece of clothing and accessory matches and their outfits look like from a magazine.

Fake nails check.

Fake lashes check.

Fake LV/Gucci check. Ya I suspect at least half of them are carrying fakes *sour grapes*

I don’t know how they do it. Okay la, maybe I do because once I ate at a cafe and these two girls who had skin was tanned the color of kopi susu and perfect light brown curls sat there the entire time just looking into mirrors and touching up their already perfect makeup.

IBut so time-consuming! Think I very free is it? I have Tokyo Disneyland and Universal Studios to go to okay wtf.

I’ll find a short cut to looking perfect. Don’t talk to me until I do wtf.