I'm gonna need more hangers.

shirts [muji, e hyphen gallery] :: lingerie [risa magli] :: heattech shirt [uniqlo] :: socks [tutuamma]

i splurged on the most beautiful lingerie masquerading as ordinary underwear in Japan, among other things that are near perfection. i’ve never own anything so unapologetic-ally girlie. i’m always so much better at budgeting in a foreign country than i am with a full debit card. its annoying and a habit i need to fix. one of many things i need to fix in the new me.

these past weeks have been made of relief and pain. on one hand, i now know what feelings to follow to plan my next steps. on the other, i think i just let a soul mate walk on a plane as i held myself in my throat.

so i was in a gray phase, but i think that’s just korea. i made a weekend trip to fukuoka (happy hangul day! and how nose tilting is that comment? bhaha i just like sounding fancy) and come back looking like a japanese middle school girl. i also don’t know what possessed me to make such poor shopping choices again: this cheap shirt, quality is questionable but the hearts oh the hearts; these navajo print thigh high socks which i’m strangely in love with; another pair of scalloped shorts. is it buyers remorse? perhaps. this happened last year too. there has to be a remedy for this itis; i’m just too big a sucker for japanese style period. there were so many precious style moments and creepers are everywhere and everywhere a taunting echo of my loved ones at home. to be fair though, i did spend a lot more on a few necessities and lots of great food, so i shouldn’t feel too bad. the polka dot backpack was entirely intentional. welcome to my life little buddy.

something i must tell you though: i saw the perfect leather jacket. but it was about 1/3 of my monthly salary and i just couldn’t do it. i am boning inside right now for the right time to pounce. january? i think so. oh i’m so sick in the head.

when i heard about the earthquake in japan, i thought about my host family. they live in north Kyushu so it didn’t hit them, my host mother told me. i was so relieved.

this is Aoi-chan and Ryu-chan. i have two younger brothers, but not a little sister. it’s nearly 4 am and Fukuoka is a long dream away.

”お姉ちゃん、お姉ちゃん,起きて 起きて~!”