The epicenter of Japanese Fashion / Day Eight

Shibuya is known to be the ultimate youngster hang out place in Japan. There's a monstrous sized television with it's screen as large as 2 stories in a building right outside the station. Even on weekdays, it's jam packed with people, with 99% of them being 20 or so. This place is also the spot where the famous Hachiko, an Akita dog, waited for his master day after day for ten years or so, not knowing that his master had died somewhere else. A statue was erected at a spot, and he even has an exit and various places named after him. On a side note, Japanese dogs seem to be funny. Either they are unusally small and cute, or they are huge and still cute. You see all the Japanese girls go "kawaiiiiiiiiiii" and gather around that lucky canine and touch him all over. I am so jealous.

CA forced princess and I to pick up clothes from a large rubbish collection centre located on the first floor of the building. It's actually very clean for a rubbish dump, and everything is separated according to burnable or not, and plastics and other material. The people bother to sort them out themselves, unlike lazy Singaporeans. Anyway, that swine pressured us into getting some bunch of clothes that someone put there, saying that it's embarassing for her to pick them up. So it's not very ebmarassing for us, eh? Not only that, this dirty manipulative beggar wants to take it to a flea market to sell off these ill-gotten goods. Words cannot discribe how much I look down on this shitbag.

You see, I have nothing against wearing used clothes. It's fine after washing it, and it's economical. Some people actually need to do so. Places like the Salvation Army exist because people need them. But earning money from this kind of disgusting manner is truly sickening. When I buy clothes from proper channels, I have a peace of mind and I can be assured of the quality (depending on how much I spend on it). Robert Greene's 48 laws of power had one rule called "Dispise the free lunch". Things that seem too good to be true probably have some strings attached, and the extra money paid for outweighs the obligations or the emotional arrows targeted at your meek feelings. I rather pay in full.

One revolting fact about families, particularly Asian ones, is that there is a segregation of social standing. The eldest ones have the most say while children are expected to shut the fuck up and recieve all the excetement given from the adults. I absolutely abhor this twisted set of commandments. How matter how old or experienced someone is, it doesn't mean they are always right and they have the right to give crap to anyone. As a kid I always had "What do a kid like you know?" and "Kids should shut up" shot in my face when I gave my opinion on something. Same thing here, I'm expected to pay respects to a scumbag and obey every single command. Fuck all of you who treated me like shit just because you were older then. I will get back at you one day.

As usual, only bread was thrown on the table. The discount items bought 2 days ago was only served as dinner just now. Fuck that, I'm not going to swallow down bread that tastes like shit because CA didn't prepare breakfast. I went down to the local store and got myself a set meal : a bowl of soba noodles and a Katsu-don rice bowl. Real food tastes so damned good.

I swear Japanese love to use English badly and abuse deep-sounding oxymorons in stores. Maybe it's just cool and attention getting, but it's quite funny for me since it makes no sense at all. Consider this : "X is tough but soft at the same time". Lines like this is are everywhere in Parco, Shibuya. English majors and Grammar Nazis are not recommended to visit.

I went down to Mandrake, a famous store selling all things nerdy- from trading cards to collectables. The design of the store is pretty cool as well, with flashing coloured lights and chains on the ceilings. They sell daikimakuras and other assorted things I want, but it's shitfucking expensive.

Tokyu Hands is another store that you can find in major towns. That place sells EVERYTHING. 7 levels divided into 21 sections, there is nothing you need that you cannot find. I found wrapping paper there, and that means I can smuggle back all my adult material across the border.

I realised how much make up the Japanese girls put on (That would explain why all of them are so pretty), but observting a mother and a nine-year old discuss and try make up on each other is disturbing on many levels. She's only nine, there's no males to bait (Maybe pedophiles only).

Princess is as much of a sucker to Hello kitty related objects as much as I am to Megane-ko. No matter how much I piss her off, as long as I tell her I'll wait for her while she looks at her stuff. I think I've seen the most hardcore HK fan. She's some 40-plus woman who was trying on HK jewellery which costs 30k yen on average. That is about 4.5k Sing and more. She was carrying another LV purse and a special LV bag that was in the shape of HK, with enough Blink Blink studded on it to stun anyone looking at it and permernantly blinding a Tigrex. Yeah, it's that fucking strong. God bless whoever who insults her impeccable taste.