Guess who’s back from Tokyo!
A quick update because as of yet, no photos from Angela or Christine yet – thanks a lot, guys.
Let me just give you the highlights.
1) Disneysea rocked my socks. It was the best thing about my Tokyo trip! Don’t listen to stupid people like Trey and Neal who tell you that watching live shows with Mickey and Donald are a waste of time, they’re tragic people with no childhoods.
Everything was so goddamn pretty and cute and “awwww”-inducing. Made me feel nostalgic kau kau. Pictures (which will be up next time) don’t do justice to it. I was so happy and nostalgic that i kept wanting to cry. wtf.
And I did, when I went on the roller coasters. Wtf! What is this! I can take the Genting Solero Shots and the 360 degree loop at Malacca A Famosa Park but when it comes to Flounder’s Flying Fish Ride, which is a ride that goes round and round and is meant for, like, newborns, I clutched Angela’s arm and wept.
And on the Indiana Jones ride, I clutched David’s arm and screamed the whole way. No tears because the wind dried them. wtf.
2) We got interviewed by AP News! You know or not! Like Reuters and Bernama wan. Me and Angela were at Shibuya, the world’s busiest crossing, and there were people giving out flyers for AIDS awareness. (Apparently AIDS is a growing concern here) and there were TV crew and cameras milling around.
Camwhores must be camwhores so we waved to one of the cameras and the crew grabbed us and videotaped us holding the flyers and then interviewed us about what we think of AIDS in Japan. I don’t think I sounded too intellectual because yea ma I never heard of AIDS being an issue here before! But oh well, please turn on BBC or CNBC or NHK or whatever and look for me and Angela.
3) I stole fake nails from Harajuku! wtf. Eh eh don’t report or deport me ar wtf. (I’m a poet and I don’t know it. wtf.) I didn’t STEAL la for god’s sake. It was only 315 yen for what I steal. The nails aren’t even nice. But I think when I was in the 315 yen store, a box of fake nails somehow fell inside my bag and I didn’t find it until later in the sticker machine shop. Oh well, free nails.
4) Not only did we take hundreds of pictures, we outdid our queen camwhore status and videotaped ourselves taking sticker pictures. wtf.
Okay, enough talking. No pictures but I have VIDEOS.
We thought it would be fun to record videos as memories of Tokyo, but the ones of us walking on the streets of Harajuku are too sohai to be put up in public.
I swear from those videos, me, Angie and Christine look like the 3 most annoying people in Japan. You’d want to beat us if you saw them. Plus my voice was extra macho there.
We do have videos of us at home with Shin-chan, who is the two year-old son of Angela’s mum’s friend, whose house we were staying in. I’m posting it up because my voice sounds reasonably normal there and the kid is damn cute.
He makes me want to have a kid but then later regret it and stuff it in a coin locker. WTF.
This is a video of us trying to coax Shin-chan into the room and playing with him. Why this is entertaining: in the 4th minute, he gives me a kiss then hits me in the face. A few times. I hate kids.
Shin-chan turns into a player and distributes kisses to Angela, Christine, his older sister and me.
Er we’re speaking Japanese to the kid and we suck at it. But who cares la, too cute not to post up. In the first video, hairou means “come in”
hajimemashite – how
nioi ga warui/kusai – smelly
kitanai – dirty
oyasumi – good night
kisu shite hoshi – I want a kiss
2nd video:
Chu chu ga nai – no kiss
Chu chu ga hoshi – I want a kiss
