Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Ikebukuro

It was a cold morning.
I sat at the hotel's smoking corner for the free wifi.
Wearing red socks. They kept slipping down.
Decided to buy new socks from IOIO departmental store but it was only 10am.
Ootoya for breakfast? Haven't had the chance to try it in SG.
Yes! It's open.
Had salmon. Was alright.
Sat by window and wondered why such a large group of people was needed to close off the main road. The Japanese do it most methodically. It's like they have a rule book complicating things.
Waiting to cross the road. Drizzling. Two girls discussed in Mandarin how long my hair was.
Holding damp umbrella and wondering if it's okay to spend so much on a pair of socks. But Vivienne Westwood socks come in the craziest designs.
Paid for socks with credit card.
High school marching band! Girls with cute blue capes!
Pictures. 3GS goes black screen. Panic.
Finish taking pictures. Returned to hotel to attempt to revive phone.
100 yen to use the internet.
No phone. Unable to convert yen to SGD, how was I supposed to shop?
Google Apple service centres. Ginza. Which station exit is the nearest?
No way to tell time? What if I miss my flight?
Panic.
Breathe. Mind clears a little. Google black screen iPhone 3GS.
There it is, the solution.
What would I do without Google?
Head towards station.
What's going on?
Lots of people sitting in neat rows on the road, waiting for something to happen.
In chronological order:









Actually there are more of that morning. But the ones on the Golden Half are magical, somehow. They remind me of every single thing that happened - if not for loose socks and a phone blackout, I would have left Ikebukuro before the festivities started. They're like my portkey.

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