I am living in Hiroo in Shibuya-ku, Tokyo.
I was born at Red Cross hospital in Hiroo.
So, what?
Nothing ...

Tokyo is a funny city, right?

Yesterday, I came back from my friend' coffee shop (Kissa-ten in Jpns) via Shibuya station -- East side of Shibuya-station.
Maybe, because of the date ...
Maybe, because of heavy rain or too hot weather ...
Maybe, because of summer vacation ...
Maybe, as same as usuall
I saw many kinds of people.

Two animation(Girl's magazine's)-looking young boys.
warring gathered skirt, nee height socks on their legs, of course white.
Big ribbon on their back, and front was white epron!
Hair plastic band with another big ribbon on their carled hair.
Yes, yes, of course, gold color hair, bronz.

Some cult guys and women.

Always fortune-tellers in many ways -- by looking at my hand lines, by looking at my face, by looking at my eye beam or anything.

Heated fat bodies -- like me.

Business men and working women.

Girls in school uniform with their make-up of full power.
Walking people during typing on their mobile phone (Ketai in Japanese).

Guys giving us tissue-paper pack which is printed special massage shop's PRs on front and back. (It is free, but have to see their (normally) very bright colors of phone-numbers)

And sometime very old lady talks to me -- first talks about weather or something -- then next, talks about her husband -- and finally asks some money for her sick husband! -- I sometime give some money -- but always feels not very good after I gave money (not papeer one usually though).
But anyway, I didn't see her or her friends yesterday, by the way, but fortunately.

I got on a buss for coming back to my apartment.
And I felt, somehow, I like it!
I like being in them -- one of the picture of the station.