That's right. I'm a rebellious punk. I take photographs when the sign clearly says not to, and I walk and smoke in Japan. Can't stop this gaijin, baby.
I thought about it. I think monks are the ultimate defeatists. They don't bother doing anything except meditate and go cryptic about life. Sure, everything is temporary and in a permernant state of impermernance, but that doesn't mean you just run away and stone. Enjoy life man. Grow out some hair and listen to some music. Soon you will realise how lame sitting there has been.
I went down to Akihabara yet again. I realised I have been missing out an entire area of stores. The list includes K-books, yellow submarine and Gamers. Fuck, any otaku in SG would have taken my head off in a heartbeat if I told them I couldn't find any of those stores there. Anyway, I realised how hardcore those nerds there are. I mean, they have an entire town catered to their needs and wants. And their trading card games (TCG) don't stop at Magic the Gathering. They have all sorts of them, from Anime TCG to Gravure Idol TCG. And rare cards cost up to 5k yen (75). They have specialised boxes for their cards, and sleeves with anime characters printed on them. Nothing seems to far for them to customise and add to their own collection. Hardcore.
I saw a lot of weird shit on the streets on Akihabara today. I was expecting massive cosplay, but instead I saw a dude in a maid suit (Failed to take due to slow hands). Full gear, from long hair to the stockings. I almost swallowed my cigarette when I saw his beard. The second most freaking thing would be this middle-aged man giving away something to three maid girls. It didn't seemed that he really knew them, but they were SUPER FUCKING DELIGHTD. One of them wanted to hug him (but he moved away) and another burst into tears (WTF?). I have no idea of the exact details, but this seems like a scene of a regular customer buying his favourite prostitude a gift, except they aren't hookers (I hope). Random note- Japanese girls tend to have very exaggerated, or should I say very articulate expressions, especially when they go "kawaii" and "ehh"(surprise). Next time you see one in Japan, try to make up some bullshit and see it in action.
Up next was some bunch of pro-nationalist organization marching down the street. I made out foreigner and preserve(hence the assumption of their allignment). With them waving the Japanese flag and yelling "BANZAI" with such frenzied patriotism, I dare not approach, except to take some pictures.
I can't believe I missed out what I call the "Pagoda of porn". It's a building with level of level of porn, and they are many of them around. You wouldn't belive how much stock they hold in one store. Even a hardered pervert who watched gigs upon gigs of porn like me would say it's fucking large, so you can imagine how huge the collection is. I decided to fuck their rules and take random ninja shots of the store. I can't upload it (fucking laptop), so I'll show you guys when I get back. The top floor is one to avoid if you do not have nerves of steel. Most of the pagodas split their wares into different sections, and the intensity usually slowly builds up as you climb higher, until you sub-consciously enter the Maniac level (That's what they called it). Yes, it's the BDSM section. Not something I've never seen, but some of the shit is seriously freaky. They have a section for shaving girl's hair (WTF?) and another for scat/related (Don't google, trust me). I have grew yet another level simply by walking in.
They have another airgun section. It's fucking baddass because it's cheap and the gun selection is equalivent to Counter Strike. Yes, you can choose the AK-47 or the D.Eagle. Too bad I can't communicate to try the shooting range. It's a huge pity.
I have finally found a true-blue panty machine in Japan (Yay!). I'm definately getting one and showing it to the guys back there. The adult store is, well, fucking impressive. They really have everything, from condoms to clothing. Truly an eye-opening experince. The dildos are seriously hi-tech. One of them had 7 different speed settings, special appendages each for a different erogenous zone and there's a hyper button which basically turns everything at MAX. Nymphomanics would wet themselves from the sheer amount of choices on each level. I ninja'ed some pictures out. Fuck the rules.
Instant noodles here are great. The noodles have a softer and a chewier texture and they don't skimp when it comes to quantity; the bowls are huge. You don't need to dirty your hands to open the seasoning packets too, it's already added for you. Makes me wonder why do they not do the same thing in SG. Kinda stupid to waste extra material on two packets of plastic that everyone is going to throw away.
I went park-exploring to catch some performances. There wasn't many (I only saw one). So I decided to take a walk around the Ueno lake. Turns out it's a popular spot for lovers to hang out and row boats, young or old (Having the former occupying the majority). Having no girlfriend (or anyone to start with) means I don't get to enjoy these little amusements. But you don't need a girlfriend to find a scenic spot in a park to smoke. Smoking a cigarette while enjoying the cool autumn breeze must be one of the best experiences here.
So basically I continued on my epic journey...to find that the main entertainment I have to settle for is shopping centers. Yes, nothing else. All the stops I got off, it's either packed full of shopping centers or just littered with boring housing estates. I better find something better to do.
I gave up Marlboro Black Menthol. It tastes too fucking horrible to smoke. I got myself Reds. Surprisingly, the convenience stores don't bother checking my age. I guess they care more about their sales than who they sell to. I don't think there's an organization to fuck them over when they sell to minors (unlike *cough*HSA*cough*), and they basically don't give a shit.
-Sorry for the late update, CA forced me into bed (No, not what you are thinking you sick fuck) and I can only finish this in the morning. AC would be arriving in the afternoon, and that means one more bugger to annoy me, less smoking time and little to no more blog ranting because AC would probably butt his ugly head in and read all he wants. And then whine and bitch about my language. Fuck you all, I swear all I want.
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