Pocky Chocolate | Review by 雨妤魚

I have so many memories of Ginza.

First, I met two Chinese friends? I guess they were store employees, and we started chatting. It was so funny. I met them because the staff at the drugstore across the street had such a terrible attitude that I came straight to this one. The prices weren't that different anyway.

I also dyed my hair for the first time〜

It really took a lot of courage. Ever since I was little, people have always complimented me on how jet-black and shiny my hair was.

(I was really proud of it, you know?

I made this decision because I really trusted the stylist (because my friend who dyes her hair all the time said he was really good), but when I came back, my mean-mouthed friend said I looked like a middle-aged lady⋯?

It looked much better after the color faded.

I also went to try the yakiniku and dessert that the stylist recommended. He was really easy to talk to, and we chatted using GPT for two hours. So cool〜 He also happened to be planning a trip to Taiwan!

I also ate at Yayoi Ken. I had just arrived in Tokyo that day and thought I still had almost two hours to shop, but I was starving, so I got in line.

Luckily, since I was alone, I got a seat really quickly, but I couldn't understand Japanese very well, and the employee even came out looking for me. I was such a mess, and then it turned out the employee was super handsome. I wanted to cry.

And then there was the time I had a massive nosebleed and people passed me tissues.

I often hear that Japanese people are cold. I had a nosebleed in the restroom, and while I was crouching on the floor wiping up the blood, I was honestly terrified that I might pass out. After wiping it up, I hurried out of the restroom without even buttoning my jeans and just pulled them up. My sun-protection jacket was long enough to hide it anyway, and I crouched there outside the restroom with my nose bleeding. (I think I did a great job—I even wiped the floor hahaha)

I figured that if I suddenly passed out, there would be more people around to help me. Then people passed me three packs of tissues, and someone alerted an employee. The employee came running in with a huge pack of tissues, and a foreigner even asked me, “Are you ok?”

I only went there twice, and both times were short visits, but I ended up with so many memories〜

The Okayama museum—I actually just passed by, but I did see an exhibition that really interested me: an Egyptian exhibition.

I've been interested in ancient Egyptian artifacts and the pyramids since I was a child, but it was my first time traveling to Japan on my own, and I was more interested in Japan. Plus, the admission wasn't very cheap, so I just passed by and took a photo〜

But now it has come in handy. What a happy occasion.

Jaga Pokkuru and Imoko and Kobutaro

are both snacks I absolutely love. I'm actually a huge potato fan!

The fries are salty and crunchy, while the potato chunks are gone in about five bites. I like to suck on the last few pieces until they turn soft hahaha

I used to love buying Jagabee fries at the supermarket. Honestly, I can't really tell what the difference is? (Whispering because Jagabee seems cheaper, though I later realized it isn't.)

After I became somewhat financially independent, I started ordering Jaga Pokkuru online. All I can say is that it feels so good〜

But I still wonder why the bags are so small? There are ten bags in a box, and I can eat half of them in one sitting... Sometimes I restrain myself and hide them away, only to discover they've expired.

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