Why Japan is the bomb diggity.

Things have been a bit slow on the blogging front on my behalf, and that's because I totally just went to Tokyo for a couple of days over the weekend (you know, just casually)!!!! Check out the snaps below:

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JUST JOSHIN WITH YA DUDES! HAPPY APRIL FOOLS 9 DAYS LATE!! (think of this as a belated hoax that isn't funny at all). The photos above were actually taken at a bookstore in Sydney's CBD called Kinokuniya, which I am a massive fan of. Due to the fact that it's Japanese owned, there are sections dedicated to all things Japanese. You literally feel like you're in a department store  in Japan, minus all the over-enthusiastic salesgirls in Japan that scream at you to come buy their clothes (irashaimaseeeee, irashaimaseeeee), and the fact that on the other side of the store, it just seems like a regular Angus and Robertson. At Kino, they sell stuff ranging from Japanese fashion magazines [which are seriously the bomb], to manga, to really cool gadgety stationary, and books about Japanese craft and knitting, with happy, well dressed cute Japanese babies on the front of them (cue the awwwwwssss). Looking at the glossy magazines and flipping through them, you can't help but love the vibrancy and super modern vibe of Japanese pop culture.

I must admit that every time I step into Kino, I end up feeling a little nostalgic. Memories from my experience being an exchange student in Nagoya back when I was in Year Ten, and the not so recent high school graduation trip with my friends at the end of 2011 totally come flowin' back to me. During that graduation trip we travelled all around the country via bullet train--and I swear on behalf of my love for FroYo, that I have never had to leg it so quickly from platform to platform lugging a massive oversized suitcase--stopping and staying in major cities such as Tokyo, Hiroshima and Kyoto. We also stayed overnight in a traditional Japanese inn, in a tiny town/UNESCO world heritage site called Shirakawa-go.

(PS: Note to anyone who wants to go to Shirakawa-go, it's an absolutely stunning site, but it takes you endless hours to get there. I can't even remember how many times we changed busses and trains, it's just all a massive blur to be honest.)
(PPS: Also, if you stay in an inn that provides meals, don't be ashamed to eat the whole thing. Yes, it is massive, but the shame and endless teasing resulting from eating the whole meal is totally worth the tastiness of it all.)

Travelling between the main cities and small towns, you can never escape Japan's rich culture. On one hand, you have the cities that are filled with vibrant neon lights and billboards, masses of people and insurmountable amounts of Purikura stores (Japanese sticker photos.) In complete contrast, Japan is filled with beautiful temples, shrines and towns that are filled with great historical tales. I just wrote this post, because flipping through my photos from my trips (totally not done whilst procrastinating working on my media article...) I just wanted to share why Japan is just so friggin' awesome. And also because i'm pretty damn excited that i'm going to Tokyo for a couple of days this coming winter break. Here a couple of legit snaps from my 2011 trip:

Shirakawago

Food comas

The time is currently 10:41pm, and my eyes are begging to close; but alas, my good friend Passenger's soothing voice is propelling me forward in a delirious state to write this post.

Today's exhaustion--and I am sure to sound like a certified fatty-- is most likely attributed to today's feasting (yes, I did just say feasting, and boy am I serious.) 

It was my friend's 20th birthday (woohooo!!) last week, so today, for the purpose of celebrating her graduation from teenage-dom, my pals and I decided to splurge. We ended up going to Jamie's Italian in Sydney's CBD. Jamie's, yes, a restaurant by the Naked Chef himself, is a bustling restaurant with a generally chilled out atmosphere, (apart from the occasional scream by the waiters who can deafen people in Africa with their screams: 'SERVICE!!!!~!!') friendly service, and DAMN GOOD FOOD (it was so good, it has to be expressed in CAPS, and you know shit is real when caps are used.)  Here are a couple of snaps.

Black Angel Spaghetti

Wild Truffle Risotto

My friends according to their pseudonyms (lolz): Sparkling Lights, Little E + yours truly

The classiest bunch: Mojojojo, Miss T

In retrospect,  i've never heard so many collective "oooo that's soOOoo good" and general mumbles/ noises that people make when food is just so friggin' tasty. Unfortunately dessert at Jamie's wasn't on the cards because we all had food comas by that euphoric, heavenly stage. 

But, of course, we all agreed dessert was essential (as Marie Antoinette once said 'let them eat cake,' and eat cake, chocolate and other goodies we did!) The Lindt cafe in Martin Place was our destination/general slumming place for approximately 3 hours [oops!!], and i'm pretty sure five consecutive groups of customers seated next to us came and went by the time we finally decided to get off our booties and walk all that chocolate off. Although the first taste of chocolate is super, there is an acknowledged limit when you start feeling the chocolate coursing through your veins, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is when you know you should put that fork down right now. Unfortunately, that limit was after a few bites and sips of what we ordered. 

Also, if you're one of those people who are like '~omg! don't be silly, no-one's gonna steal your umbrella!!~' in a collective piles of umbrellas at the door, there is a very high chance your umbrella will be stolen by the umbrella fairies, and I will laugh in your face. KARMA YO. 

Lindt chocolate shared platter

Overall, I must say today was just generally fun. It's pretty great to hang out with friends, some you haven't seen in a while, and have it be like good ol' times. Just laughs and stupid banter. And of course a food coma helps. #godimsocheesy