I was incredibly excited. For the past two days, me and Siewsia have been sharing a sim card so we couldn't separate because GPS is crucially important in Tokyo. I decided she could have it while I took the apartment's wifi-walker.
It turned out to be one of the defining mistakes of this trip, which will lead to my meltdown tomorrow.
No matter, moving on!
When Candice came over to pack with me, she nagged that I will never end up using my hats nor my beanies and threatened me against packing them but I screamed LONG LIVE MY VANITY and packed them in anyway.
And thankfully I did because aww I love my photos.
Decided to start the day with convenience store shopping.
It first started as my favorite activity in Taiwan 2009, where me and my cousin would go to the FamilyMart downstairs to get food when we can't sleep or for a long bus journey the next day. Now I do it everywhere!
Picked up a sandwich, which turned out to be the best thing since, well, sliced bread. Also got myself more milk tea, which happens to be a staple I had in both Bangkok and Taiwan too. And off to the metro alone!
Within minutes of this photo, I got lost lol.
I alighted at Shinjuku and attempted to go to this music place, which I found out in the end only opens at 5pm. Then I tried to go to another lounge, before realizing it was still 10AM IN THE BLOODY MORNING.
Took a detour and decided to go to a place famed for their books and atmosphere. It turned out to be a cafe, which is shit low on my to-dos overseas but it was such a lovely place, it was worth the photos. And at least it was the first of my solo stops that I managed to nail!
I paid 700 yen for that pathetic guava juice.
But it was a solace from the scorching hot streets outside. I sat down and plotted the next stop to go, before realizing that the wifi-walker only works in places where there is no available wi-fi. What a over jealous prude.
In the end I couldn't do much further planning beyond Shinjuku, so I grumpily decided to stick to this area. I had my eyes on an 8bit cafe right across this street, before heading to a 2.30pm live jazz set just around the area.
As it turned out, Tokyo had different plans for me.
I made my way to Shinjuku Pit Inn.
It was 1.30pm so I had to wait an hour for the first set to begin. But I didn't mind. I sat in a little corner and waited. I kept seeing folks walk in and out of the Inn, but then the bar opposite it started to liven up.
In fact, the bar opposite it started to rear into action. Out of nowhere, a powerful bass and a skillful e guitar solo started in harmony, charging up the air in the little underground corridor. Suddenly, the Pit Inn didn't look too attractive anymore.
To seal the deal, three good looking musicians stepped out of the mysterious bar and started to tune their guitars, laughing and joking in Japanese. One of them looked at me curiously, because I was loserly sitting at the staircase going nowhere. I was still torn between the jazz inn, or this rock bar.
And in the end, rock always win.
The entrance was 1500 yen with a beer.
This place is called Live Freak. Usually, they would have bands booking the place with a couple of their friends and they would play, with or without an audience. But on the day I went, it was booked for the whole day by a school, for their bands. It was a rock-off or performance day I believe.
I didn't know that initially. The bartender told me in bits of English that it is a school night. I only realized that each and every single one of the audience were musicians when they started talking turns to take the stage.
For instance, after band 1 leaves the stage, band 2 would suddenly converge from different areas of the dance floor and go to the back stage together. And band 1 would come out and mosh to show their support.
It was such an immersive experience, complete with such a supportive community.
I fucking loved it.
The first band that played is the visibly good looking ones. They played a simple rock song. The guitarists were okay, nothing very extraordinary. But it was a good start. I head banged along with everyone else.
Then the next band came.
And he fucking tore the house down.
This guy looks diminutive and frankly, unattractive. But when he started growling and screaming, his value rocketed off the charts. He had so fucking much stage presence. He stepped on the railings, stomped on the speakers, engaged with the audiences, and roared on the circle pit.
The band before him lost out. Three of the audience members started to mosh and started their own (responsible) circle pit. And I say responsible because when one of them almost blindly knocked into me, the visible intruder in this gig, another one grabbed onto him and did a sorry salute to me.
I had such a fucking good time, I couldn't believe it. At that moment, I swore that I will never miss out on any other country's underground music scene anymore. I will sniff every last one of them out and I WILL ROCK FOR IT.
This was the last band I managed to see.
To be honest, it was impossible to top the guy just now already. The only thing that impressed me was that this screamo band actually had a female keyboardist. But in the end, the music was bland and the crowd disengaged.
I left the place because Dorisa and Siewsia had met from their separate places and wanted to do lunch together. I was drunk in my rock heaven, tipsy on my Heinken and deaf from all the excitement. But I decided to go.
I miss this place.
If I had to recommend only one place in Tokyo, I would choose this. I might take a while to decide between this or Fuji Q, but I will always choose. There is nothing like live music. I wish I had came again in the next few days.
Headed over to Ikebukuro for Sunshine City!
The girls were already there but they were shopping around too so I took my own time.
I passed by a gorgeous metro florist and almost bought another bouquet, but resisted at the last minute! Mused over how bankrupt I would be if I lived in Tokyo, seeing that I'd probably force baby to or buy myself flowers everyday. 500 yen for a bouquet fresher than juice. Any day!
DYING FROM CUTENESS!
There was a huge standalone Sanrio store on the way to Sunshine City so I went predictably crazy again heh. In the end, I settled for a small My Melody plushie keychain for 6800 yen. Pretty steep but it made me so happy!
I think I have become a collector as opposed to a shopper. Both times at Disney and here, I picked up three items and was prepared to get them all. But I'd remind myself that I only want it as a memento, and I'd end up choosing just one, which eventually turns out to be the best out them all.
FOUND MY WAY TO THE POKEMON CENTER!
This place was notoriously hard to get to and I couldn't find help online so here's my best attempt at describing the journey here.
Alight at Ikebukuro Metro Station and follow the underground signs that will show you where the exit to Sunshine City is. Exit above ground, then find the path with the huge Sanrio landmark store.
From there you should be able to clearly see a hulking white building. Walk towards that and follow the crowd, they would probably be walking back underground, to a mall connector that has six travelators in total.
Just follow the travelators till you reach an information desk where Pokemon memorabilia are everywhere. Go up the third floor - you can't miss it, this is the biggest store in the mall. Don't be a blind bat.
This Pikachu is brighter than my future.
I caught this creature in my old Game Boy Blue. I remember saving up my Master Ball for it and being ecstatically happy when I finally found it in the underground island.
AND AS IT TURNED OUT, ALL THE MEWTWO COULD DO WAS PSYCHIC AND AMNESIA. I was so angry. I wanted amnesia too jesus I wanted to forget I wasted my Master Ball on this pointless Pokemon.
In the end I decided to retire it as my primary Pokemon and let it stay around to be a motivator/ consultant for the rest of my five Pokemon.
LOOK AT THIS!
I wanted so bad to buy this back for baby. But by now my cash had trickled and I couldn't bear to part with that much cash for a Pokemon plushie, especially since I imported in the plushies a while back to sell and I know the actual cost price of one.
But did they have to be so adorable?
Got a 200 yen Pikachu token for my baby brother!
It ended up being the single purchase I made from this store. And thankfully too, because on the last day I ran out of money so pathetically, I had to eat my souvenirs instead of saving them up prettily for my family.
So okay la no loss I guess.
I didn't even enter this store. Just tryna show off my shoes.
Dorisa parted with me here and went to her rock climbing place, where she became a whispered legend. No seriously. People whispered behind her back and said, "That's the Singapore climber!" because she was one of the better girls there hahah she went in and owned them all within minutes.
Me and Siewsia met up and I told her I'm heading to Shibuya to continue my hunt for live music bars if there's nothing else on. She seemed really miffed about our cancelled hot springs trip and was very aimai.
So I grabbed all her bags and said, "Aiya let's go!" and we charged home to drop our shit and head over to Ooedo Onsen Monogatari Koto, the land of deathly difficult transportation.
The reason we put off the onsen for so long was because this place is disastrously difficult to get to. It goes beyond our metro pass and I knew we would be delayed by transport because we had to figure out along the way.
But instead of canceling or choosing another onsen nearby, I convinced her to just bulldoze ahead and try. We didn't walk to a single metro, we ran to every single one of them. Our image got abandoned real quick.
This onsen is the top Google result for hot springs Tokyo. Yet, the getting-there explanation by every single website/ blogger is so poorly done that it gave me little confidence to head there for fear of getting lost.
So here is my take on it.
Take the metro from wherever you are and get to the Ginza Line. Drop off at Toyosu Station. Now, exit this place and walk towards a private railway called the Yurikamome Line. Buy a ticket for Telecom Center station. Alight Telecom Center station from the right and look out from the bridge. This takes about 1.5 hours.
You'd immediately see the shimmering shrine that is Yurikamome Line.
Siewsia tried finding the free shuttle bus but I insisted we had no time to waste so we headed for the Yurikamome Line. Once on the railway, we finally heaved a breath and got onto the next task on hand - covering my ink.
Initially I didn't give a shit and wanted to go as I am.
But this TripAdvisor user said she made her way there only to get thrown out when she showed a coin-sized butterfly tattoo. I sure as hell wasn't gonna go there to get my time wasted, especially when the only arguing prowess I have is limited to, "Baka Japan" so I bought a roll of gauze and tape.
So me and Siewsia spent the last leg of our journey there wrapping up my tattoos clumsily. The tape went everywhere. The bandages were lopsided. But it worked. The tattoos can't be seen. I look like a second hand degree burn victim.
That is their mindset. They'd rather allow a monstrously, and obviously tattooed but concealed, looking creature into their spa as opposed to letting a clean, tattooed woman in. But no matter, I managed to sneak in!
It was 1980 yen as it was after 6pm, their evening discount rate.
It is not difficult to see why this place is so highly raved.
It is beyond just an onsen. The place had a little Japanese town. I would find out later that they even had a lush Japanese garden outside on their grounds but because we went at 9pm, we couldn't see it at all.
But just the town was enough to reel us in again. Siewsia and I were the happiest with our yukatas. We each chose a design and happily explored the makeshift Kyoto-esque town. And did we overload on photos.
We still haven't entered the hot spring. Too busy being pretty hahaha.
Then I entered the hot spring.
I thought people stared at me at first because I was covered in bandages. But I assumed there would be others like me who snuck in despite being inked. I was looking forward to fistbumping them and saying, "Tokyo, eh?!"
None.
Not one.
And things went downhill real quick.
Three older ladies glared me down as I neared them. Siewsia went to take a dip into their pool and so I followed her in. The minute my toes broke surface, all three of them stood up dramatically and walked away.
When I entered the outdoors pool, this group of chatting ladies stopped mid conversation to stare at me, refusing to look away even when I met their eyes. Another two ladies walked out of the spring as I passed them.
My bandages were soaked by this point so it was see through. I honestly thought they were gonna go get management to throw me out. In the end I was driven to feel ashamed, as they intended, and I left within the hour.
Siewsia playfully said, "See la who ask you put so many?" and I said nothing. She means no harm of course, she helped me bandage them even. But it leads to my retort - why? What's wrong with me putting?
If my parents love me the same for putting it, if my family accept me the same, if I like it because oh, just because I fucking do, then who is anyone else to give a shit?
I'm not hurting anyone. My tattoos are embedded into my skin. They can't jump out to snarl or to hurt. No. They are my perceived art on the ultimate, most committal canvas there is - my own body.
You may argue it links to their gangsters. Alright, then what about smoking? The ugly women of Tokyo smoke like their fathers and nobody gives them shit. Nobody gives them the tsk when they light one up. In fact they have their own dedicated time!
"Cigarette break."
Then can you take five minutes to give my tattoo a fucking break too?
You may argue its generalization. It is too often associated with their yakuza and hence, they'd rather not risk it. Really? Alright then, then can I do the same?
If I owned Singapore, can I forbid people who have the constant flu in? It is too often associated with MERS and I better not risk it. Am I wrong? It is one extreme against another, with one exception - you can catch a cold from an infected, but you can't catch a fucking tattoo from the inked.
But oh well.
You can take your mediocre skin and mediocre lives and judgmental eyes and shove it up your ass. You judge me for my tattoos, I judge you for your god-awful figure. How much do you hate yourself to let yourself look so hideous without hanging yourself in the morning?
My tattoos ruined your hot spring experience, and your body ruined my appetite for the upcoming 12 hours.
The funniest part of it all is - they asked for it.
You forbid a class of citizens, the inked, into your attraction. And of course, they would take it up as an offence and lose their temper. They would feel angry because their day is now wasted, and they would feel upset because they are being unnecessarily judged for the crimes of others before them. And then the staff that gets the end of the denied screaming will think to themselves, "This is precisely why I don't let tattooed fucks in."
But that is human nature.
Imagine this.
I forbid a class of citizens. I forbid the badly dressed into my attraction. Why? For the same reason - I am judging them and I don't want to look at them. Why would I? Jeans with slippers? Too-tiny crop top for too-big tummy? Bra straps the cover of dirty beige? Fuck off! And hence I stop them.
D'you think they wouldn't flip? Do you think they wouldn't grab onto their decidedly ugly shirt and scream, "This shirt is $500 you dumb fuck! What do you mean unfashionable? Why can't I go in?" and finally you will hear the line that makes the most sense of all.
"I'm not hurting anyone!"
And you are not.
Neither am I.
My fore arm tattoo is a $350 piece of art that I will wear forever. My inner arm tattoo is a $250 piece of art. My thigh tattoo is a $250 piece of art. My foot tattoo is a $250 piece of art. My neck tattoo is a $100 piece of art. My collarbone tattoo is a $150 piece of art. And I will wear them forever.
I intended to show a message but now I am calculating the costs of my tattoos and wondering where I keep finding money to do them lol preaching-turned-personal financing session.
I had a lot more to say, but I've went on more than I should and the judgy Japanese fucks don't deserve that much thought from me anyway. Also now I know why I'm always dirt poor at certain parts of the year. It's always tattoo season when I start starving more.
Damn what a sudden realization hahah.
That chunk of rant was a full one at first, but I decided to break it up with photos because I know I'd lose my audience if all I threw up are words. So if it's not relevant to the photos, just pretend it is and LEAVE ME ALONE.
But anyway, for the hot springs place, the bathroom is connected openly to the hot springs area. So you have to bathe in full public. It was here I gave up all my bandages and just bathed to piss everyone off.
I AM FREE! I GIVE NO SHIT! THROW ME OUT!
But nobody bothered me so that's that.
We had to return the yakatas to a little drop off point in the locker room and me and Siewsia left shortly after. She thought the hot springs were only okay and nothing much to rave about. She preferred the town.
For me, I thought the hot springs was a little overwhelming too. Maybe it's too hot for me or maybe my mood was already affected by the judging, but I thought it was a one hour activity, not very much worth the 1980 yen full day visit. Any soak beyond an hour is just excessive.
I like the icy cold pool though. The minute I soaked in, I had such a wave of delirium. Standing up made me dizzy and staying still made my world spin. It was a pretty interesting experience. For all else it's only okay.
And to be honest, seeing wave after wave of well-endowed, but horribly figured chest down women made me a little turned off to the whole idea of lesbianism. I have seen so many variations of tits and nipples and kitties that I am sure I will no longer sleep as soundly from today on.
Supper is deceivingly good curry rice from Sukiya!
In summary:
Yucky milk tea: 200 yen
Sandwich from heaven: 250 yen
Brooklyn Parlour drink: 700 yen
Live Freak entrance fee + beer: 1500 yen
My Melody girly plushie: 6800 yen
Pokemon token: 200 yen
Yuri-blah line round ticket: 700 yen
Onsen entrance: 1980 yen
Surikya curry rice: 560 yen
Total: 12890 yen // SGD$145
There was a huge standalone Sanrio store on the way to Sunshine City so I went predictably crazy again heh. In the end, I settled for a small My Melody plushie keychain for 6800 yen. Pretty steep but it made me so happy!
I think I have become a collector as opposed to a shopper. Both times at Disney and here, I picked up three items and was prepared to get them all. But I'd remind myself that I only want it as a memento, and I'd end up choosing just one, which eventually turns out to be the best out them all.
FOUND MY WAY TO THE POKEMON CENTER!
This place was notoriously hard to get to and I couldn't find help online so here's my best attempt at describing the journey here.
Alight at Ikebukuro Metro Station and follow the underground signs that will show you where the exit to Sunshine City is. Exit above ground, then find the path with the huge Sanrio landmark store.
From there you should be able to clearly see a hulking white building. Walk towards that and follow the crowd, they would probably be walking back underground, to a mall connector that has six travelators in total.
Just follow the travelators till you reach an information desk where Pokemon memorabilia are everywhere. Go up the third floor - you can't miss it, this is the biggest store in the mall. Don't be a blind bat.
This Pikachu is brighter than my future.
I caught this creature in my old Game Boy Blue. I remember saving up my Master Ball for it and being ecstatically happy when I finally found it in the underground island.
AND AS IT TURNED OUT, ALL THE MEWTWO COULD DO WAS PSYCHIC AND AMNESIA. I was so angry. I wanted amnesia too jesus I wanted to forget I wasted my Master Ball on this pointless Pokemon.
In the end I decided to retire it as my primary Pokemon and let it stay around to be a motivator/ consultant for the rest of my five Pokemon.
LOOK AT THIS!
I wanted so bad to buy this back for baby. But by now my cash had trickled and I couldn't bear to part with that much cash for a Pokemon plushie, especially since I imported in the plushies a while back to sell and I know the actual cost price of one.
But did they have to be so adorable?
Got a 200 yen Pikachu token for my baby brother!
It ended up being the single purchase I made from this store. And thankfully too, because on the last day I ran out of money so pathetically, I had to eat my souvenirs instead of saving them up prettily for my family.
So okay la no loss I guess.
I didn't even enter this store. Just tryna show off my shoes.
Dorisa parted with me here and went to her rock climbing place, where she became a whispered legend. No seriously. People whispered behind her back and said, "That's the Singapore climber!" because she was one of the better girls there hahah she went in and owned them all within minutes.
Me and Siewsia met up and I told her I'm heading to Shibuya to continue my hunt for live music bars if there's nothing else on. She seemed really miffed about our cancelled hot springs trip and was very aimai.
So I grabbed all her bags and said, "Aiya let's go!" and we charged home to drop our shit and head over to Ooedo Onsen Monogatari Koto, the land of deathly difficult transportation.
The reason we put off the onsen for so long was because this place is disastrously difficult to get to. It goes beyond our metro pass and I knew we would be delayed by transport because we had to figure out along the way.
But instead of canceling or choosing another onsen nearby, I convinced her to just bulldoze ahead and try. We didn't walk to a single metro, we ran to every single one of them. Our image got abandoned real quick.
This onsen is the top Google result for hot springs Tokyo. Yet, the getting-there explanation by every single website/ blogger is so poorly done that it gave me little confidence to head there for fear of getting lost.
So here is my take on it.
Take the metro from wherever you are and get to the Ginza Line. Drop off at Toyosu Station. Now, exit this place and walk towards a private railway called the Yurikamome Line. Buy a ticket for Telecom Center station. Alight Telecom Center station from the right and look out from the bridge. This takes about 1.5 hours.
You'd immediately see the shimmering shrine that is Yurikamome Line.
Siewsia tried finding the free shuttle bus but I insisted we had no time to waste so we headed for the Yurikamome Line. Once on the railway, we finally heaved a breath and got onto the next task on hand - covering my ink.
Initially I didn't give a shit and wanted to go as I am.
But this TripAdvisor user said she made her way there only to get thrown out when she showed a coin-sized butterfly tattoo. I sure as hell wasn't gonna go there to get my time wasted, especially when the only arguing prowess I have is limited to, "Baka Japan" so I bought a roll of gauze and tape.
So me and Siewsia spent the last leg of our journey there wrapping up my tattoos clumsily. The tape went everywhere. The bandages were lopsided. But it worked. The tattoos can't be seen. I look like a second hand degree burn victim.
That is their mindset. They'd rather allow a monstrously, and obviously tattooed but concealed, looking creature into their spa as opposed to letting a clean, tattooed woman in. But no matter, I managed to sneak in!
It was 1980 yen as it was after 6pm, their evening discount rate.
It is not difficult to see why this place is so highly raved.
It is beyond just an onsen. The place had a little Japanese town. I would find out later that they even had a lush Japanese garden outside on their grounds but because we went at 9pm, we couldn't see it at all.
But just the town was enough to reel us in again. Siewsia and I were the happiest with our yukatas. We each chose a design and happily explored the makeshift Kyoto-esque town. And did we overload on photos.
We still haven't entered the hot spring. Too busy being pretty hahaha.
Then I entered the hot spring.
I thought people stared at me at first because I was covered in bandages. But I assumed there would be others like me who snuck in despite being inked. I was looking forward to fistbumping them and saying, "Tokyo, eh?!"
None.
Not one.
And things went downhill real quick.
Three older ladies glared me down as I neared them. Siewsia went to take a dip into their pool and so I followed her in. The minute my toes broke surface, all three of them stood up dramatically and walked away.
When I entered the outdoors pool, this group of chatting ladies stopped mid conversation to stare at me, refusing to look away even when I met their eyes. Another two ladies walked out of the spring as I passed them.
My bandages were soaked by this point so it was see through. I honestly thought they were gonna go get management to throw me out. In the end I was driven to feel ashamed, as they intended, and I left within the hour.
Siewsia playfully said, "See la who ask you put so many?" and I said nothing. She means no harm of course, she helped me bandage them even. But it leads to my retort - why? What's wrong with me putting?
If my parents love me the same for putting it, if my family accept me the same, if I like it because oh, just because I fucking do, then who is anyone else to give a shit?
I'm not hurting anyone. My tattoos are embedded into my skin. They can't jump out to snarl or to hurt. No. They are my perceived art on the ultimate, most committal canvas there is - my own body.
You may argue it links to their gangsters. Alright, then what about smoking? The ugly women of Tokyo smoke like their fathers and nobody gives them shit. Nobody gives them the tsk when they light one up. In fact they have their own dedicated time!
"Cigarette break."
Then can you take five minutes to give my tattoo a fucking break too?
You may argue its generalization. It is too often associated with their yakuza and hence, they'd rather not risk it. Really? Alright then, then can I do the same?
If I owned Singapore, can I forbid people who have the constant flu in? It is too often associated with MERS and I better not risk it. Am I wrong? It is one extreme against another, with one exception - you can catch a cold from an infected, but you can't catch a fucking tattoo from the inked.
But oh well.
You can take your mediocre skin and mediocre lives and judgmental eyes and shove it up your ass. You judge me for my tattoos, I judge you for your god-awful figure. How much do you hate yourself to let yourself look so hideous without hanging yourself in the morning?
My tattoos ruined your hot spring experience, and your body ruined my appetite for the upcoming 12 hours.
The funniest part of it all is - they asked for it.
You forbid a class of citizens, the inked, into your attraction. And of course, they would take it up as an offence and lose their temper. They would feel angry because their day is now wasted, and they would feel upset because they are being unnecessarily judged for the crimes of others before them. And then the staff that gets the end of the denied screaming will think to themselves, "This is precisely why I don't let tattooed fucks in."
But that is human nature.
Imagine this.
I forbid a class of citizens. I forbid the badly dressed into my attraction. Why? For the same reason - I am judging them and I don't want to look at them. Why would I? Jeans with slippers? Too-tiny crop top for too-big tummy? Bra straps the cover of dirty beige? Fuck off! And hence I stop them.
D'you think they wouldn't flip? Do you think they wouldn't grab onto their decidedly ugly shirt and scream, "This shirt is $500 you dumb fuck! What do you mean unfashionable? Why can't I go in?" and finally you will hear the line that makes the most sense of all.
"I'm not hurting anyone!"
And you are not.
Neither am I.
My fore arm tattoo is a $350 piece of art that I will wear forever. My inner arm tattoo is a $250 piece of art. My thigh tattoo is a $250 piece of art. My foot tattoo is a $250 piece of art. My neck tattoo is a $100 piece of art. My collarbone tattoo is a $150 piece of art. And I will wear them forever.
I intended to show a message but now I am calculating the costs of my tattoos and wondering where I keep finding money to do them lol preaching-turned-personal financing session.
I had a lot more to say, but I've went on more than I should and the judgy Japanese fucks don't deserve that much thought from me anyway. Also now I know why I'm always dirt poor at certain parts of the year. It's always tattoo season when I start starving more.
Damn what a sudden realization hahah.
That chunk of rant was a full one at first, but I decided to break it up with photos because I know I'd lose my audience if all I threw up are words. So if it's not relevant to the photos, just pretend it is and LEAVE ME ALONE.
But anyway, for the hot springs place, the bathroom is connected openly to the hot springs area. So you have to bathe in full public. It was here I gave up all my bandages and just bathed to piss everyone off.
I AM FREE! I GIVE NO SHIT! THROW ME OUT!
But nobody bothered me so that's that.
We had to return the yakatas to a little drop off point in the locker room and me and Siewsia left shortly after. She thought the hot springs were only okay and nothing much to rave about. She preferred the town.
For me, I thought the hot springs was a little overwhelming too. Maybe it's too hot for me or maybe my mood was already affected by the judging, but I thought it was a one hour activity, not very much worth the 1980 yen full day visit. Any soak beyond an hour is just excessive.
I like the icy cold pool though. The minute I soaked in, I had such a wave of delirium. Standing up made me dizzy and staying still made my world spin. It was a pretty interesting experience. For all else it's only okay.
And to be honest, seeing wave after wave of well-endowed, but horribly figured chest down women made me a little turned off to the whole idea of lesbianism. I have seen so many variations of tits and nipples and kitties that I am sure I will no longer sleep as soundly from today on.
Supper is deceivingly good curry rice from Sukiya!
In summary:
Yucky milk tea: 200 yen
Sandwich from heaven: 250 yen
Brooklyn Parlour drink: 700 yen
Live Freak entrance fee + beer: 1500 yen
My Melody girly plushie: 6800 yen
Pokemon token: 200 yen
Yuri-blah line round ticket: 700 yen
Onsen entrance: 1980 yen
Surikya curry rice: 560 yen
Total: 12890 yen // SGD$145
Hahah Jevis Ong right! Yes it's still pretty amazing. I'd love to go again.
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