Dei Ni
Alriiiight. Day 2 and the highlight wasn't so much of the shopping/fashion of Harajuku, but the fact that for some stupid reason, I told my dad I smoke. He didn't take it well... didn't want to hear me out, whatever the reason I smoke for. The vacation was nearly ruined as we didn't speak the entire day until my cousin brought us for dinner. It was then he began warming up again. Oh wells.
Japan's been nice so far. The people are really polite... just too polite. And not being to understand nor speak their language makes it worse. I was keen on buying a pair of tight cut pants (ok, don't laugh) at GAP earlier today, and the assistant at the changing area, despite his best intentions, annoyed me that badly that I swore if he bowed again, I'll slap him across his sashimi-filled cheek.
Coming out of the changing room :
"Gommennasai, wawoweewa honda mitsubishi laladoda?" (Must've been asking if it fits)
"erH.. watashi *waves hand* Japanese.. English?"
"Iie.. blablu toyota sanyo whaddafar?"
"eer..Wazte..wazte..ok? Good?"
"ah.. waist is fine, but the thighs are tight", I said, tugging the pants at the appropriate area to show that it isn't that comfortable..
"eh nininana booboowawa honshu osama..." and he takes the pants from my hands, "kyoto osaka sushi tei googoogaga?" (Not sure what he wanted)
With his fingers pointing at the changing room again.. "shoryuken, madoka whawhoo ne, ok?"
"I think I'll find another.. thanks"
And this is when it got bad.. he followed me, tried to help me to find a suitable pants, picking one after another, and with everyone seemingly staring at me. More alien language "Bazooka...gokou yadayada mamanekka pikachu kanina...." for a whole 5 mins or so.
I really appreciate the enthusiastic and accomodating gestures, but, puh-leeeeeeese spare me when it is obvious I have no idea what you are talking about and it's making look like a complete goofball right smack in the middle of your greatest fashion district! Eventually, I just grabbed a pair, regardless of size, walked to the cashier, paid for it and try to save any remaining blushes. Urgish.
If only the women around Roppongi were that friendly towards me. ^_^ Speaking of which, my cousin's wife, who's Japanese, noticed how geeky I looked in my new specs. She was recommending that I try to get to know some of the girls around the Roppongi district. Apparently, Japanese girls dig nerdy guys (Yuan Hwa, you ought to come here) and being able to speak English is a big plus. Unfortunately she had to brush if off as a joke before I could extract more juicy details when my mother overheard the conversation. Blah. Hmm, if only Singaporean women were like that.
6 more days of the Misadventures of Terry.
Japan's been nice so far. The people are really polite... just too polite. And not being to understand nor speak their language makes it worse. I was keen on buying a pair of tight cut pants (ok, don't laugh) at GAP earlier today, and the assistant at the changing area, despite his best intentions, annoyed me that badly that I swore if he bowed again, I'll slap him across his sashimi-filled cheek.
Coming out of the changing room :
"Gommennasai, wawoweewa honda mitsubishi laladoda?" (Must've been asking if it fits)
"erH.. watashi *waves hand* Japanese.. English?"
"Iie.. blablu toyota sanyo whaddafar?"
"eer..Wazte..wazte..ok? Good?"
"ah.. waist is fine, but the thighs are tight", I said, tugging the pants at the appropriate area to show that it isn't that comfortable..
"eh nininana booboowawa honshu osama..." and he takes the pants from my hands, "kyoto osaka sushi tei googoogaga?" (Not sure what he wanted)
With his fingers pointing at the changing room again.. "shoryuken, madoka whawhoo ne, ok?"
"I think I'll find another.. thanks"
And this is when it got bad.. he followed me, tried to help me to find a suitable pants, picking one after another, and with everyone seemingly staring at me. More alien language "Bazooka...gokou yadayada mamanekka pikachu kanina...." for a whole 5 mins or so.
I really appreciate the enthusiastic and accomodating gestures, but, puh-leeeeeeese spare me when it is obvious I have no idea what you are talking about and it's making look like a complete goofball right smack in the middle of your greatest fashion district! Eventually, I just grabbed a pair, regardless of size, walked to the cashier, paid for it and try to save any remaining blushes. Urgish.
If only the women around Roppongi were that friendly towards me. ^_^ Speaking of which, my cousin's wife, who's Japanese, noticed how geeky I looked in my new specs. She was recommending that I try to get to know some of the girls around the Roppongi district. Apparently, Japanese girls dig nerdy guys (Yuan Hwa, you ought to come here) and being able to speak English is a big plus. Unfortunately she had to brush if off as a joke before I could extract more juicy details when my mother overheard the conversation. Blah. Hmm, if only Singaporean women were like that.
6 more days of the Misadventures of Terry.
