Yes, that's how bored I am now. Back home I can hang out with friends or continue with my grand self-improvement scheme (that hasn't been working for...I lost count). Here I'm stuck with people I don't want to be with, have my freedom limited to a metaphysical cage and have nothing to do. Sure, I can walk around and do some sightseeing, but there is really nothing much to see. I've been to most of the attractions, 90% of them are shopping centres that contain things I don't want. I can't buy the shit I want because CA will bitch about it (probably because the things I buy are not very safe for anyone's mental health) and I have to think about how to sneak it into MY own luggage. Because that bitch went to some other shitty sale and got a luggage-full of crap. My precious space is all used up, and that swine of a sister I have decided to join her organization of bargains. I only got a few things from arcade catcher machines, a shirt and other assorted things that one can shove into their pockets. Those bitches have already bought enough things to NEED another bag to shove in. Best part of this is, that swine(princess) STILL wants to buy more shit. Fuck both of them. If there is a need to, I will throw out everything in the luggage that does not belong to me on the street. I'm not going to lower myself into a people-pleaser and swallow their feaces along with my pride.
The entire day hasn't been well either. I thought buying the day pass for the train and getting off at every single stop would be able to entertain me for at least a day. Wrong, 6 hours into the epic journey, I seriously got bored and pressed ALT+Q,Q. More than half the stops I got off were semi-rural Japanese towns. Ueno and Akabane were the only two towns I somewhat enjoyed. The former was because of the toy store that sold loads of NGE related shit (I like!) and realistic gun models that fired plastic pallets. They had all sorts of models, from rifles to sub-machine guns. Too bad I can't carry it back(Fucking Singaporean laws, always spoiling my plans). The was this dude singing and playing the guitar to the lake, he was pretty good. I was the only one who stood there and listened, guess people there don't enjoy music. The latter was because there was this adult dvd store carrying Tenga cans, a Japanese version of the fleshlight (Google is there for a reason, use it). They had all sorts of intricate designs within a can that made it look like a grater. Being the adventurous man I am, I decided to stick my....finger in it. Surprisingly, it was jelly like. Now I'm tempted to get the most expensive one for Xavier so he won't be so groutchy all the time. Haha.
I have noticed this problem with Japanese people. They are so kept up with their social reality that it mutates them into people that only care about how people think of them. Now, this is not exactly a bad thing when they are all super-polite and nice. It becomes disheartening when they just watch a man who accidently toppled over some bikes pick up the fallen objects himself. This can probably explain their callous actions after some relative of theirs gets associated with something shameful to them. Now, a blatantly stupid behaviour derived from this mentality is that they are ok with leaving their stuff around and no one will touch them. Some bunch of Japanese bengs left their drumsticks, wallets and jackets in the arcade with no one looking. I would have taken everything if it was my last day, but I frequent that arcade (would be hanging there a lot more) and I don't want anymore shit from anyone.
Fuck, I want to go back. I rather be grinding WoW back home then sitting here and doing FUCKING NOTHING. Someone figure out how to get me deported.
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