Quick update.Yalah, I’m getting lazier to blog nowadays. My fake fingernails are hindering my typing okay! Don’t ask me how I write. I sat for a test that day and two of my nails fell off. wtf.
If only I can think of what I want to say and the words will just appear miraculously on the screen/paper.
Okay a quick recap of what I’ve been doing the past week.
Oh before that! I have to tell you something!
It involves public transport again. Which shouldn’t be surprising because my life basically revovles around it anyway. (have not learned to bike yet).
So! The other day I was on the subway with Angela, and she got off at her stop. I waved goodbye to her and happened to glance at the middle aged man sitting next to me who was playing with his phone.
I snuck a peek at his phone screen.
Wah fuck! It’s a video of a penis being wanked!
Why is he watching such videos on the train?! I dunno if this is his way of being an exhibitionist and I hope to high heavens that that wasn’t his own penis on video.
I dared not turn around to his side anymore and sat at the edge of my seat for the rest of the ride.
And then after that while I was waiting for my bus, a whole bunch of old people crowded around the bus BUT DIDN’T GET ON AND BLOCKED ME FROM GETTING NEAR IT AND THE BUS LEFT WITHOUT ME.
This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard of. The whole place is railed up and there’s only one opening for people to go through to get on the bus and this stupid bunch of people crowded around it but they were actually waiting for another bus.
I dumbly stood there and waited for them to get on the bus. My moral teacher taught me to be respectful to my elders okay. (Everyday I take the bus I have to give up my seat to old people okay! Cause my whole bus is filled with them. I guess they take it to go socialize with their friends.) Besides, you know la, old people move slower ma, so I waited for them to climb slowly up.
Mana tau they acted like statues and stood there and the bus drove off.
Celaka had to wait another half an hour.
All right on to nicer experiences.
Recently, there was a Comb Festival held in Gion, which is the geisha district of Kyoto. The festival is held to like celebrate and thank combs (wtf) which are apparently the staple of a geisha’s life, because they decorate their hair with them everyday.
Gion is preserved so it looks straight out of a movie. Memoirs of a Geisha to be exact wtf.
The only nice picture of me that day. I’m stuch with a stupid leech on my back. wtf.
We watched a parade of sorts.
Random picture of me at lunch with my unfinished homework. I dunno what’s wrong with me this semester. Everyday I’ll forget to do my homework. and have to finish it at lunch. I try to remember okay! And I do do it, but somehow I’ll forget one part of it or something. Either that or I’ll go the opposite way and do homework that we don’t need to do.
And then we went to the Kyoto Disaster Prevention Center.
Maklumlah, Japan is a dangerous place what with earthquakes, typhoons and whatnot. So they decided they had to build a center to educate citizens on what to do if there was a disaster.
But it seemed more like a themepark to us hawhaw.
Fucking tired already. We went through like 7 disasters in a day okay wtf.
They put us in a tiny room with air vents to feel what it’s like to be outdoors during a typhoon. The wind went up to 32km per second. I screamed my lungs out. Oh but in the presence of a camera I still had the presence of mind to pose.
The fire-fighting room. Where you learn to use fire extinguishers. The extinguishers are filled with water and you have to spray it at a screen showing a fire. The sensors on the screen will extinguish the fire if you spray correctly:D
Now I know what to do if my house catches fire.
This hut we’re in was supposed to go through a landslide. Quite scary got wind blowing and shit.
Earthquake room. We were supposed to sit inside, and when the earthquake occurs, we have to get under the table so if anything falls it won’t fall on our heads.
And if the earthquake lessens for a while, you have to get up and turn off your gas, heaters and check to see if your door can still open if not you’ll be stuck inside after it’s over.
One of our friends, Will put his legs under the table and not his head, so I guess he’s dead if a real earthquake occurs. Actually same goes for the Program Director who got stuck under the table. HAHAHAHAHAAH.
I still have to blog about our trip to this themed restaurant called The Lock Up which is decorated to look like a prison. The waitresses all wear slutty prison guard uniforms complete with hat, baton, miniskirt and boots. Hoho.
But that’s a story for another day.
Babai.
