Pretty sure some middle aged executive is taking this as gospel truth and using it to make conversation with his son tonight at dinner.

From this page describing Stockholm Syndrome. Lol.

(via Angel)

I guess the hubris with a successful first-time attempt to make waffles got to my head. Going to a party? Sure, let's bring cookies. Ran out of Betty Crocker all-in-one mix? Sure, let's toss up our own. Make them into the shape of cats? Sure.

We ended up bringing a box of chocolates to the party instead.

"Cat cookies"

Giving up and making them into traditional blobs. But misgauged the need for breathing space between each blob.

Looking more cookie-like after getting baked. No? Umm.

Throwing in the towel and making a giant one from the leftovers.

At least it tasted like cookie.

Hakone is ridiculously pretty.

Fushimi Inari Shrine

AKB48 is a girl group in the country with a ridiculous 59-member headcount. They have merchandise, CDs and a cafe dedicated to them, however, so I guess you can't knock their financial success.

A pimp went to Japan to supply
His stable with candy for the eye
The deal sounded nice
But he found it was just rice
"I don't get it. It says mo'chi buy."

If Tokyo didn't feel like your stereotypical idea of Japan, Kyoto sure fit the bill. Arriving in the city from bustling Tokyo felt like a jerk back into the '80s—that is, Japanese TV from the era—from the slightly dustier buildings to shoulder pads and pre-Gatsbied hairstyles.

On the bus, an old man asked us where we were from, and proceeded to excitedly name two things he knew Singapore for: Changi Airport and “prime minister” Lee Kuan Yew. Since it's been a good 20 years since the man served as prime minister, it was all very fitting as a scene out of the '80s on that bus, lurching towards our ryokan.

Reviews of Kyoto online seem mixed, but having spent an extra, unplanned day in the city, I think it's one that you have to give a chance.

Sure, it doesn't reach out to wow you as quickly as Tokyo does, but it grows on you quickly as a great place to live and visit from some of the cities, even those as fast-paced as Tokyo.

For one, Kyoto is by no means a sleepy town. Its bustling downtown area sports malls and shops you can waste an afternoon in, and around the city hall area are smaller, upmarket shops and cafes.

Its offering of massive shrines and gardens are its main treasure, however. From the sprawling imperial gardens to the Fushimi Inari shrine, these provided a distinct character and respite from the cityscape.

Orange pillars of the Fushimi Inari. What do you mean you've seen this shot already in a travel book?

We also stumbled upon a suddenly quiet, still street in Gion, where geisha entertained behind unlabelled restaurant doors to an exclusive patronage. Up the street, there was a guy loitering with a camera, and we paused near him to look at the map when suddenly, a geisha scuttled out of one of the houses, eyes averted, and hurried quickly into a waiting cab before it sped off into the darkness.

One interesting thing to do was going to the public bath house, or sento. I thought the sign outside was ramen, because it looked like a steaming bowl of soup, but I realised it's a steaming soup of naked people. Close enough.

Nonetheless, it's not as unsexy (or sexy, depending on your taste) as that. It felt like a great penny spa, and scrubbing down before soaking in the hot water was incredible just before bed.

I would absolutely recommend going around Kyoto by bicycle. The city is prepared with bicycle lanes and cars go much more slowly than in Tokyo as well.

It's also easy to navigate, being smaller than Tokyo, and the river running down the spine of the city was invaluable as a navigation landmark. 

Going across the whole city in one day by bike is a little ambitious, albeit still doable. My sit bones ached for two days after, though.

Apart from its rather intense love affair with mochi, Kyoto was a lovely holiday-from-a-holiday in Tokyo, and showed a much more regular, yet charming side of Japan. I'm glad I didn't miss it.

Some review online said this koi-cha (thick tea) at the Ippodo Tea Company outlet was a must-try. It was pretty much green tea paste, which only later became something resembling green tea after about four washes with water. Try it if you're curious.

Pachinko parlour

Clean toilets, polite people and crazy neon lights. This is the Tokyo I've read about, and for the most part, found it was absolutely true, especially on the clean toilet bit. (I think Singapore can try to be as first world as it can, but the toilet situation back home is a dead giveaway to how first world the people may be, as glitzy as the cityscape is. But I digress.)

Those, like me, expecting an antiseptic wonderland will be pleasantly greeted with fast and clean automations, although reports of its vastly advanced phones are perhaps gross exaggerations. (On that note, I'd love for someone to tell me why their phone user interfaces are so text-heavy.)

The thing about big city holidays is it's sometimes difficult getting a huge whiff of the city's 'feel' at once, because concrete jungles and their chain stores can feel homogenous at a glance.

Tokyo is perhaps best digested in its districts, Which often delivered different stores and even different people milling about.

The perfectly coiffed hair in Roppongi, for example, explains how you can find a hairdresser at every turn. The hipster side of town in Ebisu was a delight to navigate as it uncovered little shops and eateries in its back allies.

No surprise, Akihabara turned out to be the highlight of the trip; an 8 hour jaunt whizzed by and I ended up being the last person in Yodobashi Cameras being gently urged out the door.

We also visited Super Deluxe, a trippy hipster bar that happened to be celebrating a hoola hoop charity drive. We stepped in and were greeted with video montages projected onto the walls as people gyrated inside psychedelic, flashing hoops.

And away from all that was the most pleasant walk through Yoyogi Park, although I haven't yet decided if its massive baritone crows added to the experience.

Amid Japan's fabled tough education and stringent work life, there is the sense that you can be whoever you want, at least on the fashion side of things. Guys wearing what can only be called a skirt (or a kilt, if you forced the matter), pairing that with tights or skinny jeans, the crazy hair and make up—I saw numerous girls walking casually down the street in full white-face mime make up and elaborate Victorian outfits.

One of the things I enjoyed most was ending the night at an izakaya, or bar where they serve a variety of small plates with your drinks. I don't know how often the Japanese do this, but I'd probably put on the pounds if I lived in the country and replaced dinner with cheap beer and fried finger food.

When it was time to go, it seemed like there were still a thousand things that were left unchecked. Pastries yet to be eaten, coffee joints not found, music venues not yet visited. Tokyo was what I thought it would be and more, and I felt like I had barely skimmed the surface.