After our dinner in Shibuya, we head back to Ryogoku to meet up with Souchan, Momo and Toki. Wayne and Brad heads to the apartment first to drop some stuff while the rest of us waited by the train station. I even suggested to Souchan that tonight was the night. We had planned to bust in the other guy’s room early in the morning to get some wake up prank footage. It was perfect. I had to get up early for my flight back home and it was my last night here. We had it planned, go to Karaoke, then when everyone is tired and goes to bed, we’ll surprise them with a camera.
Wayne and Brad arrives with Hayate and all 10 of us, along with Rick and Renz that tagged along since Fuji-Q, heads up to one of the Karaoke spots in Ryogoku. We found a good one that is super cheap and has unlimited refills on drinks. (of course, I drank Melon Juice the whole night)
We sang a romaji version of “Saakuru Obu Raifu” (Circle of Life) and even messed up and adlibs on songs. We were all being silly and having fun all night long.
Hayate was the one to leave first, leaving us scavenging the song list and are now singing Backstreet Boys, Spice Girls, Eminem & Linkin Park. Then, Souchan, Momo, Toki and Gert left, leaving me, Brad, Wayne, Rick & Renz still singing any song we could find.
It was almost 5am when we left, as I had to rush back to grab the 6am train to get to the airport. It was kind of euphoric to stay up all night with your friends. I wanted to get the most out of my last day in Japan and I felt like I did. Me, Brad and Wayne rode up the elevator together and we parted ways and said our goodbyes while I try to hold back my tears. Going into my room I was hoping the Germans would be asleep but Souchan and Momo was up.
They watched me hurriedly pack my bags (should have done that earlier to be honest) and I told them if I have left anything here just take it with them. I remember joking around about the wake up prank idea, thinking it’s probably late to do it now. I probably choked on my goodbye since I didn’t want to say it. Told them I was late to catch my train and left them right after I zip up my last bag, crying on my way down the elevator.
It was probably the tiredness of having spend the whole day at Fuji-Q and spending the whole night singing, I haven’t bathe, haven’t slept for 25 hours and was overwhelmed with emotions. I didn’t want to leave. But I had to.
I had so much fun this past week it felt like a dream. To be meeting friends from across the miles, idols that I have been watching or hear about, new friends and new idols, the places I went, the things I did… if this was a dream, I did not want to wake up. I must have looked like a crazy person trying to hold back my tears at the airport and failing to do so.I was so happy I’m surrounded by friends who shares a similar interest, even when we come from all over the world. A week flies by so fast and it’s hard to believe that I have to come in to work the next day. I couldn’t have ask for a more perfect group of people to accompany me on my first trip to Japan. Out of all the weirdos I could have met on the internet, I was glad it was them.