Ageha, we meet again.

The girls and I spent our time primping and preening in front of the bathroom mirrors at our usual hostel in Shinjuku. The rest of the floor was quiet, given that we paid the extra few yennies to spend the weekend on the "luxury" floor vacant of that awful smell of stinky feet found on the co-ed floors. True story.

With lots of help from H's steady hand, I was able to apply some black-and-gold false eyelashes to match our big night out. A bunch of FuJETs had travelled down to Tokyo last Friday night, because we wanted to celebrate some birthdays with some hip hop tunes at Ageha, the biggest club in Japan.

Going to the mammoth-sized club takes commitment. It's about 30 minutes outside of Tokyo, leaving you with limited options to get back to the city proper at a decent hour. About 20 FuJETs showed up at around midnight, and people were only beginning to trickle into the venue. There was a 500-yen discount being offered if you showed the Ageha application on your iPhone or iTouch. Like some of my friends bearing iTouches only, we pathetically showed that we couldn't access wiFi but that we had previously downloaded the app. The bouncer, who spoke in flawless English, said he would give us the discount that one time. Oh, so elitist!

The club itself seems to be tucked away in a rather industrial area on the waterfront. It includes various warehouses all linked together. The first area has an expansive bar and VIP section, serving overpriced cocktails and other concoctions. As you walk further, you can walk into the large dance pit. This is where an array of DJs continuously played solid set after set. It was even fun to hear classics from Rihanna and Drake re-played by various DJs, because I rarely go clubbing in Fukushima. Outdoors, reggae tunes were blaring at poolside From there, you can watch the sun rise over the waterfront at 4 a.m. Ageha knows it's an all-night affair, and even has food service tents. We tried the jerk chicken sandwiches to quench our hunger pains at 3 a.m.

As the sun rose, the FuJETs stepped out into the fresh air. I swear, the sun was fully out by the time we crossed the bridge to the nearest train station. We caught the first subway at 5 a.m., and even slow-clapped a Japanese dude and his girlfriend who sprinted and hopped onto the subway at the last moment.

There's something about Tokyo that gets me every time. On Saturday, we woke up late and ate top-notch sandwiches at Zip Zap, a cute cafe nestled in Harajuku that boasts "good booze and very delicious food." Sitting on the mildly damp grass and mosquito-laced air in Yoyogi Park, I caught up with people. We even saw our darling friend, H., with whom I tried to teach Spanish. I wasn't a very good teacher, leaving him saying things like "siente, ocho, nine, ten!" HAHA. We would indulge in vegetarian food in Azajuban, then share some laughs over an evening coffee on a Starbucks balcony.

On Sunday, we grabbed a quick bite at another cafe in Harajuku. This time, my cafe latte was delightfully topped with heart-shaped foam! I love that. The girls and I also dropped by one of my favourite cat cafes, Chamamo, which was right across the street. This is a small "cafe" within an office building. For less than 1,000 yen, you can sip on a beverage and play with cats for 30 minutes. It sounds weird, but it's always nice to chill with affectionate pets! But I guess it's a little weird that I have been there three or four times now. I even have some favourite cats - and I don't even really like cats. Growing up, I've always wanted to own a Yorkshire terrier.

I wrapped up my whirlwind tour of Tokyo with a brief visit to a local souvenir shop, then crossed the street, where this time, I easily found the BAPE store tucked behind the Omotesando Hills building. (Sorry, brother - I didn't buy you anything else! I only wanted to check out the second and third floor of the building. Last time, I only looked around the basement.)

The mad dash to my cheap highway bus was slightly nerve-wracking, but I was satisfied when I made it. I mean, the savings you earn after taking the bus and not the shink! Yet another splendid weekend in Tokyo... The only dark spot was losing my camera at the hostel. I should really stop relying on the kindness of others in returning my lost belongings (luggage on a Japanese subway train, foreigner card, etc.) I learned an expensive lesson that day!