lost in translation - chris version

the wind blows coldly as i walked among the crowds. the sky is overcasted, and its been raining again. quite a hussle, consider going in and out of the malls with a wet unbrella.

but i like it. so different from singapore's hot and humid weather.

its been more than a week since i arrived. today i am alone. i should be able to blend in with the crowd, if i dun speck, that is. everyone look so polished, but they all look the same after a while. everyone just look like everyone else.

i sit in the cafe and watch the people. the sky is getting dark already at 6.40pm. all the them seem to knock off from work and rushing somewhere. its nice to be a stranger in their land. on one cares about me and i dun give a damn about anything.

i begin to miss home. my family, my friends, my someone. my job (i must be crazy), the food, the swimming pool, the language. the warmness. last year i turned 32 in bangkok. this year i turned 33 in tokyo. life's been good to me so far, i should not be having any regrets.

happy birthday.

chrizto

sunnyside cafe,shinjuku@7pm.