At a bus stop in Tokyo My Tuesday’s energy was dissipated by starvation. I felt like I was gonna faint in front of the cashier. Glancing around the store to look for some new products, finally, I picked up a croissant. Not bad not good. I was heading to my bus stop then I realized my casual clothes today was looked like a Japanese girl’s. Haha. But well, I think my tan skin, round face and two eye-lids are my so southeast Asian appearance. It seems like you are living in Japan, eating Japan food, wearing Japan clothes but you’re not Japanese. I know some Vietnamese people who have been living in Japan for over 5 years bear some Japanese resemblances. Bang! Wake up. A few moments later, I found myself in rather an awkward situation. One old woman who was waiting for the bus started talking to me in a high-pitched voice. I guessed she had complained about her slow legs which caused her to miss 2 previous buses. Didn’t she realize I was a foreigner? I didn't sure what I might understand from her talk. So I looked down on the ground, nodded my head and when she finished I said "Shodesuka" (~I see, is this?) Not sure about my translation. After that, my bus came. I felt relieved