You know how I know I was finally in Tokyo? The men’s room had squat toilets. That’s when it really hit me. Tokyo.
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You know how I know I was finally in Tokyo? The men’s room had squat toilets. That’s when it really hit me. Tokyo.
These were the days when kaunting-tulong-lang-po (a little help, please) girls were making rounds in malls, with their laminated letters and their organic bags filled with dried mangoes. I’m seeing less of them nowadays. I think they went the same[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I think that was my first time to eat an international flight meal. All I get to eat before in domestic flights were bread rolls and bottled juices.