what's there to love?

I think I can get used to living in Tokyo. What is there not to love?

The commuting enables you to jostle with urbanites during rush hour and see who can get the prime spot (read : proper seat/stand next to entrance) in the train. There is actually a way to do this - once you're familiar with which escalator/stair/train no/train line you take.

The walking from home to station, and then station to work allows you to keep fit and maintain firm calves and tight bums. That's why you don't see fat Japanese on the street. Everyone is either skinny or slim, except for the sumo wrestler, but he's hardly to be seen anyways.

The rush hour at stations and intersections give you the opportunity to spot metrosexual guys with trimmed eyebrows up close. Some of them shame me by how neat they do this, even those burly looking or macholy-dressed ones. I'm not surprised if they put on light makeup coz they go to lengths to do their hair already.

The long ride on the train provides you free make-up lessons from the many young teens who frequent Harajuku dressed in their favourite anime costume or the trendy working lady with her handbag full of cosmetic and accessories. Fake eyelashes, mascara and mirror are standard items!

If you're not into dressing up, you can finish a book within days, or weeks, depending on the duration of your ride and the thickness/complexity/no. of words of your book. I just found The Da Vinci Code in this temp office and loaned it to read since there's so much hype about it. It's been intriguing so far, to say the least.

Yes, there's certainly much to love about Tokyo.