déjà vu

I'll be on a junket to Tokyo in a few days. Same autumn time, same dorm, same train line, same cobblestone streets to the office, same old, same old. I just hope it's not the same attendant at the weekly mansion. The last time I stayed there I left a rice cooker half-filled with, well, cooked rice. I didn't have time to gobble up breakfast as my companions were on a hurry. We were the next back-to-pinas trippers after Hans & Andrei set a milestone in the company history by being the first junketeers to miss the plane. Naturally, we can't set a second milestone just a few weeks after them or else our asses will be on the line when we get back home.

This trip's 2 weeks shorter than the previous one, which means lesser allowance, lesser time for gallivanting around Akihabs albeit the one lucky holiday (galing mag-propose ng sked ni koya, hehe), and lesser whatever. It was also a 2-week notice, which left me with little time to figure out what to do with my hair when it starts braving the dull, arid autumn air of Japan. I don't want to look like this anymore: (pic to follow)

Which leaves me with: (1) haircut? (2) leave-on hair conditioner? (3) wig? (4) shave?

Too bad both Toray and AIG are already finished. I would've been willing to pay even if Masha's absent. Still, I might not be able to watch if I'm not with Tin (Tan) or Teddy. Anyway, trekking with Frodo (not his real name) in the cavernous bazaars of Okachimachi will likely be our jaunt during the day-offs. The mission: find the ring. Yes, the ring who will bind him with his wife-to-be. I just hope he already knows the size. If Tin's (not Tan) coming with us then she could do the fitting for him, just not me. I'll be staying in that stall where the Jap who sells perfumes speaks Tagalog and Cebuano very fluently.