There won't be any special posts from today on / Day Fifteen

Because I'm not doing anything special. Just the lame ass mindless walking.

I'll try and update as much as possible.

Random fact: I cleared the DMGF 10th anniversary event and got a title. Yay.

Short post / Day Fourteen

Two weeks have passed. One more week to go. AC arrived today, he wasn't as annoying as I thought. I heard no one can stand CA's nagging. Some cousin I have couldn't take her crap and paid for her mother's air ticket to help tank some damage. Intense as hell.

R burger is a healtier version of MOS, also a shittier version IMO. The burgers are made of buns (Yes, pao!) and it's generally tasteless. The sides are pretty horrid as well, being expensive and tasteless. Don't try it unless you really have cash to burn.

I saw some gallery of Yoshiki's jewelry. Apparently after X-Japan, he's still really popular and came out with his own line of stuff. It includes a crystal necklace for 30 million yen. No shit, google it.

I finally got some real sushi, and I mean decent ones. You only get one per plate, and the average is 200 yen for one. The most expensive one is 1.4k yen for a plate, probably fatty tuna from some famous place. I would ask you all to try it, provided your wallets are fat enough. The servings are generous (the ebi was about 7 inches, think about it) and it's english friendly. It's some place in Shinjuku (can't remember shit from today).

It sucks to smoke like a thief, only to appear when no one is around. I hate this shit.

Rules are made to be broken / Day Thirteen

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.

There is no special title today / Day Twelve

Yes, nothing special happened today. Thus there is no witty title.

I broke the 3 day fast. I went back to play GF due to boredom (or should I say lack of discipline). I figured out that the lower the strap, the easier to hyper-pick. Anyway, I saw this cool dude who frequents the arcade again. Everything about him is cool, from his hair to the way he smokes. If there's someone's style to copy, it's him.

I noticed that Japanese love huge wallets that look like purses, especially the guys. They would shove it into their back pockets and chain it to their pants. Pretty cool, other than the fact that those wallets are fucking expensive. One from Lion Heart is 20k Yen or so.

I managed to catch some great performances today. One was some orchestra vocalists performing in Omori station. Somehow, all of them were large sized, including the females. I guess you need to be big to have a large lung capacity. I only realised how much vibrato they use after studying music. Intensely difficult shit. Screw that gay in my class who claims to be one. I call bullshit on that, and I spit on his aspiration of becoming a conductor when he DOES NOT play any instrument nor have any musical background. Side node, the pianist was beautiful. But when I could finally take a full-shot, another photographer blocked it off with his fucking head. Damn him to hell, just because his camera is bigger doesn't mean he gets to cockblock me. Asshole.

Another one was some American magician in Yokohama. He was pretty good, except he accidently divulged his tricks. The most awesome trick was probably smashing the glass cup with his mind. Somehow, no one gave a single yen. Stingy bastards, I gave a 100 yen in appreciation.

I have finally found Gamers and MelonBooks in Yokohama. Was dissapointed at the contents, since it was no different from any other store in Akihabara. Dammit, they didn't carry other oppai mousepads too. I only realised how much market value the dojinshi section has. Almost every anime store I went into had a level of dojinshi manga or music. Somehow it doesn't violate any copyright and they seem to sell well. Fuck, I want a piece of that business as well.

Another two parts about Japan I love: the TV ads and the smoking corners. The ads always feature some super-pretty looking female with the occational fanservice that makes Singaporean females look bland in comparison. Really. I could only reconise Ryoko Hirosue, and the other one looked like a matured version of Yukie Kawamura...of sorts. The smoking corners are located near most exits and some shopping centers, having a tobacco bin, nice seats and jazz music. Now, that is a REAL relaxing experience.

I tried a few brands of cigarettes here, and I just bought Marlboro Black Menthol. No, it's not reds mixed with menthol. It's like Viceroy Menthol Lights taste mixed with Next Chill's frost. And I fucking hate both brands. I want to throw up every time I think about it. I contemplated to throw away the entire pack, but I'm probaby going to finish the entire pack. No wastage here. Besides, there was this emperor in China that was defeated in battle and was imprisoned. He tied a gall bladder to the ceiling and tasted it every night to remind himself of his situation. I'm going to do the same thing, except remind myself not to slack off and waste time here.

I'm scouting for places to go tomorrow. I heard it's cosplay day in Akihabara and show day in other major parks. I'm going over and taking loads of random pictures. Oh yeah, I'm going to check out the adult toy store in Akihabara and bring back some funny things. Requests are being accepted right now, discrete service is provided too.

It's a warm day in a cold climate / Day Eleven

Man, it has been warm as hell for the past 2 days. Not as hot back in Singapore, but still warm enough to make anyone sweat by standing in the sunlight for 2 minutes. About as ironic as my current situation.

I tried to kill time by sleeping all the way into the afternoon. Not a good idea, sleeping too much makes me all nihilistic and apathetic, and cripple my mental capabilities. Somehow sleeping for extended hours makes me even more drowsy, having a disgusting feeling gnawing at my chest. I am not going to indulge in sleeping ever again. 7 hours or so is the optimum, but I feel that 4 or 5 works very well for me. I feel truly awake and have the ability to see everything clearly, physically and mentally. I'm going to try and adjust to a dual-phrasic sleeping schedule when I get back.

HermanRi now has 1100 SP. Wee. GF has been going very well for now...until I got burnt. I should have expected burnout from 3 straight days of play, each with 10 or more credits (That's 40 plus songs on Battle). What's more, I have been pushing the limit way overboard. It was from 70+ all the way to 90 now. I have definately learnt techniques that normally take months of play by luck. So here's what I think are the rules for fast improvement are.

1. Constantly pushing against the flow
I have been an idiot to keep playing the same songs, thinking it will help. I got myself stuck at the 60+ level. Constantly playing songs above your level means you get to improve your technique in general.
2. Screw Extra Stage.
Likewise, I got obsessed over getting Extra Stages. Not that I can get Encore/Premium, but the idea of getting one more stage was too awesome. Except for the fact that I waste 3 stages playing songs that I can already play. Now I use Battle to play all the shit I can never play and to get 4 stages.
3. Know when to stop
I didn't. Now I got burnt. Not surprisingly since I play ten or more credits in a row, except for the occational cigarette break (Don't smoke straight after one, screws up performance). Signs of burnout include missing easy parts, needing to strain to catch parts that you can normally catch and hand/finger pains.
4. Do not get attached to the outcome
Here's the Zen part about GF. The less you care about how much combo you get or how much you are leading the battle, the better you do. Less things on your mind means more concentration. This also means not getting fustrated at missing a 'S' score or failing. Failing to meet goals are part of becoming a master.
5. Beware of death traps
These refer to under-rated songs or songs that just need hi-level technique to perform, like the hyper-pick from R#1 Guitar/Open ADV/EXT or the middle part of Captivate Bass ADV/EXT. These songs are useless except for skill measure or technique perfection (R#1 for hyper-pick). Stay away otherwise.

I'm going to fast from GF for 3 days to get rid of the mental fog and for rest.

I also went out for dinner with some friend of my father's. A nice lady who's a professor at some university. It was boring with all the standard formal talk about family and reminscence. I honestly didn't care about what happened 20 years ago or what she did, but I had to be all nice and smile. Now I know how tiring it is to entertain someone.

I thought about my current situation for a long time last night. Eric Cartman would always make the best out of a bad situation, so I have to find some way to kill off time in a productive manner. I have decided to continue in my epic quest of exploring all the train stops that are under the Line Pass area (That means once I buy the pass, I can travel unlimited times in that area for a day). Might as well take this chance to scout for next year's solo trip. If Life gives me lemons, I don't make lemonade. I would take a freshly-cut lemon wedge and shove it into Life's face and start blackmailing. Screw the idea that I'm supposed to follow princess around and watch her try clothes on. I'm going on my own adventure. Follow if you wish, but don't complain if you can't catch up.

I am never FUCKING going to leave planning to women EVER / Rant from within (Day 10-2)

Yes, in fact, I am not going to leave anything to women in the future. Men are born to lead and women are to follow. Now all you feminist swines had better not start gender equality shit on me, because they are different. There is a reason why women take after the man's name. Why the fuck can you bitches call men chauvinist pigs when you constantly harp on equality? Hypocrites, go back to the kitchen and make yourself useful.

I am seriously regreting this trip. I thought it was going to be bundles of fun, filled with exploring Tokyo city and hanging out in otaku-catered stores. But instead I'm getting dragged to places I don't want to go to, getting treated like I don't exist and having to take insults to the face without retaliating. This is bullshit. Fucking bullshit. If this was Singapore I would have beaten the fucker's face in, be it a kid or an old man, man or woman. I never discriminate when it comes to revenge. Fuck, I shouldn't have been nice to that swine and followed her to Japan. Why the fuck did I even bother sacrificing 3 weeks of holidays and trade it for some homestay with a delusional turkey of a relative. I can't fucking take her shit anymore. And you know what, I AM NOT GOING TO TAKE ANY MORE FUCKING SHIT. THE NEXT TIME SHE GIVES ME SHIT, I AM GOING TO CALL ON IT AND THROW IT IN HER FUCKING FACE BACK. SAME GOES TO THAT SWINE OF A SISTER I HAVE. FUCK ALL OF THEM. I AM NOT GOING TO GET TREATED LIKE A FUCKING BEAST OF BURDEN TO CARRY YOUR FUCKING LUGGAGE WITHOUT HAVING ANYTHING OF MINE IN THERE. FUCK YOUR SENIORITY COMPLEX, THE NEXT TIME YOU THREAD ON MY TOES, I AM GOING TO BITE YOUR FACE OFF.

Because I'm not a saint, I am only human. If there is one thing I learnt in Japan, is that never be a people-pleaser. They can suffer for all I care for, ultimately it's about me, not you. I had enough of bending backwards to please everyone who I thought they cared, but they only wanted to use me to demonstrate a higher social value by saying they have a really smart relative or shit like that. I hope every single one of you scumbags die right now.

//end rant

I want to commit a crime to get deported back / Day Ten

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.

If you think the LV store in Singapore is hardcore... / Day Nine

You might want to think again when you visit Ginza. It's not literally called "Silver mint" for nothing. The amount of branded products probably amount to the number of stars in the sky, and the prices are insane. It's in the 100k yens. That's thousands here for the cheapest item in the store. Yeah, rich people think twice before buying stuff here. That's how hardcore that is.

The stores have elaborate and elegant designs, so much that you can feel the "expensive aura" from a street away. When you step in you either have a sudden sense of insignificance because you know you can't afford anything in there (Probably never will) or you have a uncomfortable sense of familarity because you come here every week and there's nothing new to buy (Oh you lucky bastard). I must say, the trip down there wasn't a waste at all. Now I want to make enough money to be able to shop there for clothes. I'm going to enslave myself to a job that is punishing and unsatisfying so I can purchase these riddiculously-priced goods.

I must say, so far the "Technique is everything" theory is working... for GF that is. I have been grinding Level 70+ songs. Didn't get any extra stages, but switching and double picking had noticable improvements. All I need to do is carry on the grind and 1.5k SP should be just a reach away.

CA bitched about spending money...when I was going to eat outside. And I'm not talking about expensive five star gourmet meals, I'm refering to the 500 yen Katsu-don (Fried pork-bowl). The most expensive thing I've eaten here so far is bbq meat, and she insisted that I eat that when I first arrived. No one put a gun at her head to do it. So she doesn't have the right to force me to eat bread at home. To hell with her bullshit, I ate outside anyway. I can never get bored of Japanese food.

The Tokyo rail interchange is shitfucking huge. Even with my lightning walking speed, it took me 15 minutes to get to another end. The station was filled with loads of people with luggages, some of them were holding bags and bags of Disneyland purchases (Disneyland is a few stops away). I'm not going into Disneyland ever again, the ticket costs more than a bomb, there's nothing in there and I hate Disney. I hate it even more now after they started signing on JB and bought over Marvel characters. They are slowly corrupting my interests one by one. Vile monsters.

I never knew Dunhill sold other things other than cigarettes. Apparently they have a store in Ginza and they sell clothes. Interesting.

I killed time in a music store, listening to new releases. Every Little Thing has a new single, and I'm definately getting it. I saw some other albums that I'm interested it. I have no idea why music is so expensive here, and the Japanese have to shove in a DVD to jack up the price. I guess they love to have the entire pakage, they want nothing less.

The reputable toy store was dissapointing. The travel guide I was reading said that it had a collection of up to ten thousand toys. Sure, it had some rare stuff, but it didn't carry the leg pillow I was looking for, neither did I see the boob pillow. Fuck, I was so looking forward to buying one home and sleeping on it. Princess told me to save the money and sleep on her lap. I told that pig to fuck off. I'm not going to sleep on the fucking lap. It's wrong on so many levels.

It was quite an experience in Loterria, a version of Macdonals. When I tried to order in broken Japanese, the waitress automatically switched to English. Wow, I have never gotten Gaijin Treatment in a fast food joint. It was pretty funny, but usefull as hell at the same time. This is why I love Japanese fast food stores. Excellent customer service coupled with pretty waitresses and a smoking area IN the store.

I detest Americans even more now. I thought they were just ignorant and...intellectually challenged. Turns out they are obnoxious and annoying as well. This bunch of cyclists were cycling in Ginza, when they stopped in front of the traffic light they started conversing at the top of their voices and yelling "I am from AMERICA!" I was tempted to insult them as they cycled off but I don't know if the Japanese will gang up with them and kill me. I'm going to do that when I come over with Kok and all.
*Don't give me the shit that I'm generalizing and being overly assuming. You reflect your origin, so too bad for you if you are American. Blame your black sheep.

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.

I like things that are quite feminine...they seem to be fragile and delicate, but also contain a kind of power within / Day Seven

I got this line from some art magazine I saw in Yokohama. I find this line pretty interesting. Would probably explain why some males like to dress up in gay clothes. I guess they thrive on feminine power. Wrong choice, males are to sustain themselves on solid substances such as financial freedom and power (Corporate or social wise). Be a man, do the right thing.

I swear CA treats princess and I as slave labour as well as an excuse to go have fun despite being unemployed. I thought Japanese lived to work, and she sustains on questionable means. I do know that idiot dabbles in shares and stocks despite claiming to be all-knowing and super smart. I recieved a rude awakening to carry 10 kg of red bean down to some stupid fund raising shit. Stop being such a pretentious bitch, I know you are being nice for the sake of looking good.

Yeah, I didn't get breakfast (the cheap food that I bought last night is still in the fridge), and was expected to troll around Chinatown in Yokohama. I think the Japanese think all Chinese people just eat buns and dumplings there, because all they sell there are... buns and dumplings. I tried the fried large bun there, it was the saltier version of the large bun back there. The only rewarding thing I got there was pictures of pretty Japanese girls in Chinese dresses. Delicious.

Later I wandered around the Yokohama 150th anniversary fair. That place is like Clark Quay, except it's a hundred times bigger and cooler. The places were pretty lame and boring in my opinion, with all the standard tourist attractions like retired ships and historical monuments.

It was pretty much the same aimless wandering around foreign places, relying on English signs and broken Japanese to get food and directions. Dammit, the next time I'm coming, I'm going to have a level of Japanese enough to make small talk.

I hate how much Singapore clamps down on smoking. The Japs have special tobacco stores selling all sorts of paraphernalia, from ashtrays that are designed as an empty cigarette box, and combo sets that contain a special lighter and several packs. I wish this kind of stores would exist in Singapore. I know I wouldn't shop there, but it's still pretty damned cool.

I'm going to take this chance to put my two cents on what I think about women. Most, if not all the guys I know only think one or two kinds of women are attractive, such as the sterotypical clubber hottie. I remember some line from one of Murakami's novel, saying that when you find a woman, you find a part that is desirable and you turn it into sex appeal (Or something along that line, I can't remember it clearly). What I like to do is think of them as a box of objects. Sometimes the box isn't very desirable, but the contents are worth more than the box itself. Sometimes it's just an undiscovered side of tenderness (Tsunderes) within or the warm smile from a cold, aloof one (Ice Queens), I believe that every female out there has an attractive side. If you can see the positive sides, life would get a lot easier.

And no, they are only female if they look like one. That one who pigs out at Macdonals every hour, nor the one that works out at the gym 25 hours a day. If I can't tell from a distance, you are not female. Sue me if you don't like it, I'll like to know which lawyer would take the persercutor side.

Enter the Darkness / Day Six

This is the worst day of my trip. It was the Grape Plucking Trip I've been dreading. CA basically had the oppotunity to give me crap throughout the entire trip in the damned bus that was warm and uncomfortable. The travelling time alone was 8 hours, partially due to some traffic jam. I bet it's because she paid for the cheapest tour. The miser behaviour didn't stop there, breakfast was...rice balls. Three each with pathetic amounts of filling. Even military food distribution method would be much more humane.

The tour bus was filled with old people that probably have nothing better to do or to spend their savings on as I expected. You don't see young people going for cultural shit like this, because THEY ARE NOT INTERESTED IN IT! They are out there looking at shit they can never afford in shopping complexes. I'll enjoy the latter a lot more. At least it gives me some motivation to work hard towards getting a better paying job to purchase overpriced goods.

CA's shoe broke on the way out. I laughed inside. Ha, finally karma strikes at the right one. She tries to be smart and use a rubber band to tie it up, but it keeps snapping. Oh, the sweet taste of vengence. She actually wanted to use my hair band (Those shit you use for tying your hair) and use it for her damned shoe. What the fuck, she was the one who constantly nags at me to tie my hair up. Fucking egoistical whore, everything is to your benefit.

Basically I slept every time the bus was moving. More shit came in my sleep, telling me to watch the scenery. What scenery? If I wanted to look at that, I wouldn't want to look at it from a moving vehicle. The Japs were nice enough to include pit stops for people to get off and get some refreshments, as well as to use the restroom. For me, it was forced browsing at tourist-aimed items knowing that I can't buy anything since everything is "Too expensive" and I can get it at a flea market (What can I NOT get there?). No freebies can slip pass as well, I had to entertain that swine by doing every single shit she does, like drinking free green tea. Typical Singaporean behaviour.

First stop was some flower field. It would have been nice to stroll around and enjoy the greenery, if not for the massive amounts of people and with CA forcing princess and I to take pictures everywhere, dispite the fact that it looks the same from any spot. Photo quality doesn't matter to her too, it doesn't really matter if my face is blocked off by the tree or anything. "As long as you take a photo, it's ok". Fuck you, idiot. I'm sure taking a blurred photo of a famous person and sending it to a magazine would be acceptable by that rule as well. If they don't publish it, that means they don't reconise your genius.

Her lack of class is another point that annoys me to no end. I'm no aristocrat, but at least I have a knowledge of unacceptable behaviour in certain situations. I don't make the entire tour group wait because I went to some area I'm not supposed to. Using a tourist map to cover her head is smart too! Except that it makes me look like a country idiot. She's superfical as to convince my mother to get surgery for double eyelids for NO FUCKING REASON, she's a miser as to "teach" me to calculate EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CENT with ALL MY FRIENDS because WE ARE NOT RELATED BY BLOOD. Fucking cunt, you are my relative and you do the same to me. Double standards. Oh, everything is wrong with my mother too. Right now, she's blaming my mother because I'm not in a top university right now at the age of 18. EIGHTEEN FOR FUCK'S SAKE. Oh, yes. Every sin I commit is my mother's fault, everything I do well is my own talent. I don't even view this thing as a human now. Calling this thing a beast would be an insult to animals. I openly make fun of people I know without any malice or ill intentions. CA openly insults her own sister, as if she's a saint and everything she says is correct. I swear, after I get out of this hellhole I will NOT speak of this fucking object ever again. I hope CA gets pushed into a train. Fucking scum, even a piece of shit is worth more than you will ever be. Spitting on you would be an insult to my spit.

Oh, grape plucking was fine and dandy too. I didn't take her shit of binging grapes because it was free. Of course, that was an invitation of open fire. Insults flew at my direction again. Nothing I do pleases her standards. Then again, Jesus probably can't as well. No one can.

I only ate dinner at 11.30. Yes, dinner. The last meal was at 3 PM. It was some traditional meal provided by the tour agency. Pretty bland, but the feel was there. I could have reached this place earlier, but CA HAD to be the better one and get off one stop later, resulting in a longer walk. Smart move. I thought adults would be nicer to teenagers, knowing they haven't eaten, they would bring them into a restaurant of sorts, or at least ask of their preferance. No, CA took over and bought leftover food from some supermarket. 30% was too little, we just HAD to wait for the 50% mark. People are greedy because they crowd around when the sale starts, but she's not because she only buys when she needs it. Then why did half the purchases go into the fridge? OH, because that means tomorrow's breakfast would be free! Fuck yeah, sleeping right after eating is great!

If there's one thing I've learnt in Japan, that is not to be an annoying fucker. CA constantly gives life lessons on how not to be a detestable ass, but she's one herself. Irony. The next time I'm being one, tell it to me in my face and I will stop. If I don't, feel free to hit me in my face with your fist or the nearest heavy object. I won't press charges. In fact, I will thank you for making me a better person and buy you a meal.

*Fuck, I wanted to do a section on the females I observed on the tour but I'm too fucking agitated to write properly now. I'll do it tomorrow.

A Moment of Relief from Insanity / Day Five

Sorry to all who was looking for an update yesterday. I was too tired to write one.

Yesterday I went down to Shinjuku. It's supposed to be a popular hangout spot for teenagers. Think Orchard Road combined with the CBD area, except ten times larger. The main shopping area of Shinjuku probably makes Orchard look like some slums in a third world country. It's filled with huge neon advertisments, beckoning potential customers into spending with the dazzling displays. Pretty cool stuff.

I got forced into going to some lame-ass flea market by CA. No bargains can escape her scrutinizing eyes. Apparently her idea of being in Japan is to look at the unique things they have here. Well, I'm not going to browse through boring used stuff that nobody wants or clearance sale items that I'm not interested in. I eventally couldn't take how boring it was and came back into the house. They continued looking around for another 2 hours or so. No idea why these things can captivate these two women into wasting so much time. Maybe Bargain Virus has been spread on to princess as well. Fuck.

I don't really have an idea why princess would want to see boring stuff like the observatory tower. Maybe I'm being a cynical old tart, but I honestly don't see the point in looking at shit I can easily find on the internet.

Apparently, in some convenience stalls they have an area specially for people to eat their purchases there. They even provide wet towels when you buy food there. Again a Japanese standard you never see in Singapore. I also like how they actually provide quality food in restaurants. The fried meat they serve there are actually thick and meaty, unlike those stingy bastards back home where they would add dough in the meat to make it chunkier. Learn to be more generous and people will buy from you, idiots. Long term gains outweigh the short term costs.

The size of Isetan there is probably bigger than Plaza Singapura. Yes, one department stall occupies the entire building, from b2 to 8th floor. Shopperholics would probably faint from the idea of browing the entire store, except for the fact that the things there are pretty damned expensive.

I haven't finished browsing through the entire area of Shinjuku, including the red-light district where I dare not venture into at night because that place is known to be "slightly dangerous" to the Japanese thanks to the yakuza-run business. When the Japanese mean slightly dangerous, it probably means a more aggressive version of Geylang. I'll venture into that area when I come with Kok again.

A journey into the Mecca of Anime : Akihabara / Day Four

I'm beginning to feel the drag of this holiday. Seems that the holiday mood has mostly been evaporated. If this was a week or so, it would have been better. I don't want to stay with CA anymore, neither do I want to go for the lame tours forced on me. Today was a mental refreshing trip around Akihabara. I finally saw all the shit I wanted to see and went around on my own will, instead of being some puppet to carry heavy objects. Too bad tomorrow would be another shitty day.

Japanese girls are pretty in general. There are always one or two with looks that stand out of the crowd. Best of all, Japanese make them wear all sorts of uniforms for their work (I like!). Feast for my eyes. Sorry to all of you back there, I can't take pictures of them.

Went out in the morning to get a pack of BlackStone Cherries. It's way stronger than Black Impact and tastes better, so I threw the rest of my remainder away.

Japanese trains are pretty awesome. Everything in it seems to be bilingual now, and they have this TV screen that tells me important information in English. Gaijin Banzai.

Anime music can be heard the moment you get out of the train. This legendary place, is the holy ground of all otakus. I randomly went around and entered Melonbooks. The whole place was filled with Hentai and Dojinshis. I'm not going to buy from the bookstores here anymore. I might as well get it from here, it's cheaper and there's a lot more to choose from.

I tried to get an oppai mousepad for Kok in the catcher machine, but I failed horribly. Detatched, I wandered out of the arcade and went exploring on the streets. One, two...no wait. The street was filled with girls dressed in maid costumes, giving away flyers. I tried to approach a few, but some pathetic AFCs (Average Fustrated Chump) keep getting in my way to talk to them. The oldest was an old man. And they were too nice to tell them to go away, they simply stood there, smiled and answered questions. So I went over to look for the others. I managed to take pictures of 2 of them, and got shot down by 6 of them. I think there's some rule not allowing them to have pictures taken, probably to prevent competitors from stealing their creations. You can't take pictures in the maid cafes as well, which is kind of stupid since if I go there, I WOULD want to take pictures with the girls there. Why else would I want to pay for overpriced food that probably tastes like crap?

I accidently entered some building called AV Studio and obviously it was selling AV. It was pretty well-stocked, and they have Saaya's newest photobook with a DVD. I'm definately buying that. When I turned around to leave, I was the most diabolical place I've seen in the entire trip. They had a section called "Under 15", where they sell photobooks and DVDs of girls under 15. It would probably be classified as child porn over here. The Japanese are twisted inside.

I bought some bento and ate in some street alley. Nothing for Boon, he can eat anywhere. There is a disturbing lack of dustbins everywhere, and yet the street remains clean all the time. This, is the result of proper social conditioning.

There was this DVD shop with a grandma revealing her cleavage as the mascot of sorts. No idea why anyone would want to see that, she probably owns the company or her son does.

I love how the Japanese care so much for their customers. They DMGF machines have paper towels placed on them and a bin right in front for people to throw their used towels in them. Some of the machines even have a headphone jack and a volume knob so anyone can adjust it. The reason why they don't do it here is because they care more about how much they earn every day and stupid bengs would just turn it all the way up and play Dragon Blade. Fucking cunts.

The tobacco store I went into next was pretty cool as well. It was some small store with benches and tobacco machines.

So I wandered around even more and found out that DMGF: X-Grade is out. It's a bastard child fathered by Konami when he took Guitar Hero and raped her for a month before creating this abormination. GF now has an effect pedal on the floor and 5 buttons. DM has 2 cymbals, 2 pedals and 3 toms excluding the snare. I thought it was shit, but HAD to try it since I randomly walked into the first day of public testing. On the way I met this half-Japanese guy called Scot "Legsweeper". I talked a lot of cock with him, played a round with him and took a pic. He was pretty damned good. Then again, the game was only out for one day and some dude is already close to FCing songs on extreme. The same man just FCed Daydream on DM. Respect.

I finished the day with a Big Mac and a stick. Now I generally know what to get. I want to go back soon. I rather work or hang out with the dudes than being forced to do nothing.

Straight fall from Heaven to Hell / Day Three

Right now I'm exhausted mentally and physically, thanks to all the shit I had to put up throughout the day and walking around Kawasaki looking at things I don't want.

I hate the indecisiveness of CA and princess. They give me passive and vague answers to my planning questions, totally throwing my plans off course. With Annoying Cousin (AC) coming over soon, I can't afford to let them fuck up my own course of action.

I also can't stand how all my relatives are fucking retarded and blame my mother for everything I do that is unacceptable. This is counter-productive. One, I don't know that I did it. Two, blaming her doesn't solve anything. I suppose that asians have this stupid mentality that it's always the mother's fault when the child isn't perfect. Idiots. Now I don't want anything to do with pretentious ones that pretend to be nice to me in my face and bite my mother behind by back. Backstabbing swines.

Oh, I understand how men feel when they get dragged around by their girlfriends into shopping malls to look at clothes that they can't wear. It's boring and tedious. All you females who read this and are guilty of this crime, go think about it in the shower and cut down this fustrating behaviour. Or at least, don't push it and enter every single fuckin' stall you see. Throw in some plans that can involve the guy, like the arcade or something.

So the day started with the usual smoke start. The elderly cleaners in charge of the lobby greeted me with extreme formality and a friendliness that kinda scares me. It was nice of them. Then a trip down to Family Mart to grab a sandwich and a drink. This Japanese man wanted to queue up, saw me and hesitated. He only moved into the queue beside me when I made a welcoming gesture. He later bowed and thanked me, no idea really why either. I wish more people were like that in Singapore. Makes me regain a slight bit of faith in Japanese and humanity in general.

In order to kill time, I went to this park near this place. No idea what's it called, but it's pretty cool. It's huge, has a large lake in it with living things and loads of greenery. I ate lunch at the benches near the entrance before proceeding in for a walk. The bridge spanned across the lake was scrawled full of random things, mostly filled with love declarations of so and so. The lake also had fish in it, the biggest one is probably a metre long or so. It's pretty cool to watch them swim in circles and do the rare surface leap (only saw it once). There were ducks and seagulls of sorts as well. I tried to take pictures of them but those shy idiots aways swam away when I approached. I blame stupid kids who throw rocks at them for fun.

On the way to the shopping area, I saw this Japanese couple on a bike. The guy tried to go down the bike slope without getting off and he got an earful. The entire scene was pretty cute, especially when she started laughing and hitting him repeatedly in anger of sorts. I got bored and decided to go to the arcade again. I actually improved after changing some techniques and mindset. Kudos to Kok for the impactful statement: "Sarging is like fishing, it's about the process, not the result". This has nothing to do with sarging, but the meaning is there. I turned DMGF from 'S' and FC grinding to technique improvement. Doesn't matter if I get 'B's or 'C's, technique is everything. Oh, I got a silver E-amusement pass too. Not sure if I can use it in SG, it's still pretty cool if I can't use it.

I went into the bookstore next to it after that. The only section I was looking for was the adult section. Surprisingly, there were pretty well stocked in that section. There is a overwelming amount of hentai and a general lack of photobooks, but I'm ok with that. The Adult Videos were a lot cheaper than I thought, and there was quite a selection. I'm going to go on a shopping spree before I come back. By the way Kok, I managed to see Saaya's new photobook. I'm going to buy it back and we can drool over it together.

Went back to the building (I'll call it hotel from now on to make things easier) and took the lift up. I went out on the wrong floor and almost attempted to unlock a different door. Thank GG(Guan Gong) for waste management expert (cleaner) being nice and telling me, despite not being able to understand whatever he said.

Took a train down to Kawasaki then. This place is the legendary place that holds the Kanamura Matsuri, otherwise known as the Iron Penis festival where you have topless female devotees carrying a meter-long statue of a penis on a stand (Or that was what the internet claimed anyway). Too bad I didn't get the chance to see it in action since it takes place in April.

I walked on hours to watch princess walk into every store that sold something. I thought I would be entering the sex museum or the penis temple, but nooooooo. I have to fucking watch her get entertained while I stone. The only rewarding this I've gained from this trip is a schoolgirl dressing handbook which teaches them how to dress up all nice and stuff. I don't know why I decided to buy it, but I had this feeling I wasn't going to see it again so I decided to stick it to the gut and buy it. Princess went batshit insane again for no reason and keeps yelling at me for getting and wanting to get "stupid things". I can easily rebutt the argument by telling her she doesn't need anymore clothes and shoes, but she would win by sheer volume. I ate lunch from the supermarket food section akin to those at Carefour in Singapore.

Oh my god! Random encounter! AC decided to engage in a SNEAK ATTACK! I thought I had a day without having to put up with her shit and where I can smoke freely. In order to counter-attack her unplanned assault, I decided to talk to a black man that was wandering around. He's James and he's from Nigeria. Pretty cool dude, took a picture with him too.

Hell came over afterwards. I had to watch them compare prices of some beauty product across the entire street to save 100 yen ($1.50)or so. Miser behaviour once again. They want to get the one with the longest expiry date when the product is supposed to be finished in one month. And the worst expiry date is in.....2011. What the fuck.
I have no idea why princess also wants to get bargains here in Japan when the price difference is neligable. Seriously, these women are fucking retarded.

Halfway while watching them browse through useless shit in Daiso (that $2 shop here in Singapore), miser comments such as how much she can save from buying mass produced products. For the love of everything that breathes, you pay for what you get. You know why you have to buy so many of them in a year? Because you pay for what you get.

Here's the statement that drew the line and started to make my blood boil.

"Why don't you go there and look? There are books there." *In a commanding and annoyed tone*

Because there are no fucking books there, there are only files of poor quality and I'm not a fucking kid. Don't order me around.

I decided to drop into the arcade, thinking that they will take years to "ooh" and "ahh" over shit, so I went down to the arcade to play more DMGF. Great, into the first song, they appeared behind me. What was the bloody point of me coming when you guys were done 2 minutes after I lefr? I couldn't concentrate for shit, but got an extra nonetheless.

Dinner was fuel for my stomach, rocket fuel for my warth. Seems that she would only enter a restaurant if it's cheap. What the fuck? I'm supposed to come here and try random shit, not pick and choose like someone who has to survive here for 30 days.

Then when I thought we could leave that hell-hole, THEY DECIDED TO GO AND WALK INTO UNIQLO AGAIN! FUCK YEAH! I was forced to walk around for an hour or so doing nothing and I couldn't leave because I had to walk around the bookstore above their level. I went to search for them and in order not to get lost, I had to watch them drool over discounted items. FUCK! NOT THIS FUCKING SHIT AGAIN! IF YOU LIKE SOMETHING AND IT'S NOT FUCKING EXPENSIVE, JUST BUY IT! FOR FUCK'S SAKE YOU ARE ON A HOLIDAY! She still asked me if I wanted anything for anyone. Yeah, I'm sure you'll be okay with it, considering it's adult material and that it costs more than a sandwich. You are so nice.

I thought it was the end when they approched the station. Surprise again, they walked into some rat-hole electronic store. She wanted to buy a Eternet cable for me to use the internet here, despite declaring that my laptop is dead yesterday. She said that I didn't know how to charge my laptop, and that I was DOING IT WRONG. Fuck you, I'm studying IT, and it doesn't take someone from IT to know that their battery is dead and IT CANNOT WORK. I guess living in Japan automatically gives you a IT diploma now.

By now I was ready to destroy any public object I can see without anyone knowing. Once again, CA never fails to go beyond herself. She forced me to top up my Japanese EZ-Link card despite having adequate amounts in there. I said no, and she asked for the money from princess. WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU BEING SUCH A SMART ASS?

Oh, it never stops. On the way back she kept making snide coments about me in my face. She kept harping on my long hair, my complexion and how my face changed to look like my mother as if it was a curse. Fuck you, you make it sound like I CHOSE to get pimple-afflicted skin. It's not like I treat my face like dirt, and it's not like having long hair warrants a death penalty. You are such a conceited and arrogant bitch.

I couldn't take the shit and exploded after she left. Princess didn't take it well. She doesn't like me swearing all the way and bitching about CA. Well, that was it. I stomped off and went to the park to smoke.

Fuck, if I knew I had to put up with all these bullshit I wouldn't have came. I wasn't that keen to come over here in the first place, only after excessive amounts of annoying convincing from princess. The only thing that was keeping my sanity was cigarettes, the girls here and the requests from everyone. But I'm no fucking saint. I have a limited patience too. I'm here for a holiday, not for some pilgramage to learn how to put up with other's shit.

Through the second stick, I saw an old man eating with cats at the park. He laid a plastic sheet and an umbrella on the benches. He probably sleeps there and doesn't really have money. I wanted to treat him to a sandwich and a warm drink then hear his story, but my Japanese isn't even enough to survive through buying things from stores, so I decided to just watch him. I wouldn't want anyone's pity if I was him.

I guess people only start going through self-reflection and thinking about others when the shit hits the fan. After I came back, they were nice and shit. They automatically allowed me to roam around on my own without any conditions.

I am sure tomorrow will be better because I don't have to wait on any woman. Cheers.

P.S. I have gotten my first Pantsu Shot in Japan. Some harlot wore her skirt too high. It was pink with strawberries on it guys. I didn't take a picture. Sorry.

A (delayed) day around OmoriKaigan station / Day Two

OmoriKaigan, which is Huge Forest Sea Side when directly translated, is the name of the station nearest to my place. I guess this place used to be a huge forest, and there`s a sea nearby.

Finally I get my nicotine fix after a day of travelling and a day of watching everyone around me smoke without getting any. I can now recall and type with ease and clarity. I'm going to write more to make up for the last post.

I would get less and less chances to smoke without getting caught by Crazed Aunt (CA), her husband who`s a laid-back pretty cool dude or my annoying cousin who`s arriving soon. I had better enjoy every puff I get and store as much nicotine I can.

I woke up at 7.30am today. I was pretty proud of myself for waking up early, all ready to get out of the house, grab a pack and smoke up a storm, followed by tour around the town. But no, I had to wait for princess (sister) to awake from her royal sleep. Without any entertainment and still having the nicotine withdrawal annoyance, I decided to resist kicking princess awake and went back to sleep. I hate them for making me waste 6 hours in a foreign country. I had to sleep to kill time, instead of wandering around town with a face of amazement and wonder. I swear that now I have the key, I`m going to spend minimal time on sleep and burn it all on roaming. Fuck sleep, I can sleep all I want in Singapore.

When she finally woke up, we had to listen to CA whine and bitch about random things than had to wait for her to finish injecting a shot of beauty product. I have never heard of beauty products that have to be injected into the skin for them to work except Botox. I bet it`s some cheap urban legend that she has decided to try after all her friends have used it and it was really effective. She complained about how she was awesome at injecting the stuff herself, and how princess sucked at doing so despite being a nurse. Fuck you. Do it yourself if you don`t like it.

After what seemed like OVER NINE THOUSAND FUCKING YEARS, we finally got out of the damned house. I went to 7-11 to purchase a packet of Seven Stars Black Impact as recommended by Nick. Surprisingly, the staff didn`t even ask me for my age. So much for the mental drama of how I was going to act like a gaijin and weasel out a pack from them. I guess they don`t really give a damn, or I look pretty damned old. It was strong and bitter, and it gave a great kick. I guess after great fun, it`s always the repercussions. Princess went batshit insane and yelled at me, giving me the same bullshit as what anti-smoking zealots have been drilling into her head. I fuckin` hate conservatives.

Boring shit not even worth mentioning here followed. It included walking aimlessly around the mall watching princess look at clothes.

Finally, something interesting happened. I finally walked into a bookstore selling adult material. Hi-5 guys! I know all of you have been waiting for me to enter. There was this cloth saparating the adult section from the rest of the store.　I felt victorious for being 18 and being able to freely browse the section. Not only was it dirt cheap, there was a huge selection of it, mostly being hentai monthly publications. There was an AV section at the back, and some sex-related objects. I wonder why the fuck do they sell dildos there, since most of the customers are male.

I thought it was already a blessing, then I ran into another. An arcade. It was shithuge (I'll take a picture of it later) and the staff are of standard Japanese polite, welcoming you when they see you once. The most awesome part is that I can smoke in the arcade. Yes, ashtrays are provided. It feels fuckin' liberating to smoke in places where you cannot smoke normally, except for the ironic part that I cannot smoke in front of anyone I know here. Fuck.

I played DMGF. It just feels different when you play in their birthplace. I didn't see any combo masters despite the urban legend that says all Japanese are godly at that game. Then I tried ufo catchers, and now I'm caught up with the game. They have all sorts of weird stuff in the catchers, like table cloths and anime related objects. Best thing is, they have a lot of shit that I want, ranging from Anime merchandise to things related to Japanese creations like Monster Hunter mugs. I probably spent about 4000 yen on all of em', but I'm not satisfied. I'm going to catch loads of stuff and bring them all back to give to people. It beats buying some lame-replica that you can find in Singapore. At the end of the day, I won 2 towels with a really nice print on it.

I've also decided to become a UFO catcher pro. Screw being a master at a fighting game. I'm going to study this thing intensively and probably write a guide sometime later.

After the first arcade, somehow Princess got caught up and we hopped to another 2 arcades. So much for it being a waste of money eh? She caught quite a bit of stuff as well. Those little annoying disney stuff, you know.

Dinner followed after. I bought food using the food voucher machine located outside the store. The entire concept was pretty cool, and no Japanese understanding was necessary. Simply look, point and press.

Then it was boring window shopping again. Then I headed home.

{{Warning, you are now entering a Boon ranting zone. Extreme caution must be excersised. Boon is not responsible for what you do after reading this part}}

I fucking hate CA. She's like this annoying fly with a loudspeaker that keeps flying in your face, never leaving you alone. There are so many times when I want to punch her in the face and stomp her face in. Now, instead of being overly emotional and planting names on her, I've decided to logically call on her shit by listing it now in a chronological order.

1. She's naggy
There's a difference between being concerned and being simply nagging. It is that concerned people would ask, understand and shut up. Naggy people just shoot what they think, never listen to your part and keep finding faults to shoot. They can never seem to run out of ammunition, nor does their gun seem to stop shooting apart from breaks in between to eat, sleep or anything that involves the mouth. What's more, she says it with a tone of annoyance mixed with fustration. It's those kind that dota players give to noobs. Yeah, I get this shit roughly 10 minutes every waking hour with her.

2. She's a hypocrite
She whines about how people like to save money by sharing a plate of noodles, how Japanese frown upon such behaviour and how she likes to buy bread at super discounted prices despite the bread tasting like crap. She complains about people being pushy when she forces me to eat, despite having eaten dinner already. Nuff' said.

3. She's authoritarian
Probably because she thinks that she took a lot of blows from Life, because she's struggling overseas without any kin or maybe because she is older. Fuck you, none of the reasons give you a right to order me around or to act like you are in charge, such as CONFIRMING STUPID ACTIVITIES LIKE PLUCKING GRAPES IN JAPAN WITHOUT ASKING. THANKS FOR MAKING MY TRIP IN AWESOME! NOW I CAN TELL EVERYONE HOW GRAPES ARE PLUCKED! WHOOHOO!

4. She's a miser
There is, again, a distinction between two or more closely related terms. That's how we tell them apart. In this case, the difference between being thrifty and being a miser is how much you harp on money saving. A person who doesn't spend much you probably think "I can't really afford that, I'll think about it before coming back" while a miser would only think if there's a promotion of more than 50%. I can't stand how she always engages in self-pleasure of telling me how much she saved on this and that and only allowing me to buy something if it's on discount. Now, THAT is a miser behaviour. Confirmed, with a stamp plus a chop. I'm sure everyone will love the shit you bought back from a mega sale despite all of it being completely useless or being absolutely revolting, and I love you for helping me fill my luggage with those shit so I can't fill it with all the things I'm going to buy. THANKS!

5. She engages in self-pity
Anthony is right. Self-pity is probably the most pathetic thing to be, next to superiority complex. She reminds herself that nobody buys her shit when she returns to Singapore and how everyone treats her like unwanted thrash. I don't give a fuck, don't vomit all your geviences on me. I'm only here to leech off your resources and to get a free places to stay. I don't want anything else to do with you.

Evidence has been laid out. I conclude that she is a fucker inside and out, and I'm going to stay away from this hedious beast unless I have something to gain. Case closed.

{{End of rant. The rest of the entry would be angst-free}}

Oh yeah, from what I noticed, Japanese women are pretty attractive. I came to the conclusion that they are attractive because :

1.They know how to dress well
2.They don't pile make-up on their faces
3.They are feminine, actions and all.

Maybe testosterone is just influencing my judgement, or that I'm lucky to run into all the pretty ones.

**As I was typing on my laptop just now, it refused to accept anymore incoming power from the socket. My diagnosis is that the battery has run out of life with my dangerous habit of charing and using at the same time. I guess I can't upload any pictures until I get back. Now I have to resort to using a slow internet and a Japanese keyboard.
Rest in peace, Claudia.**

The temptation is just too strong / Day One

The flight was boring. Uncomfortable seats, annoying programs and practically non-existent entertainment (At least for me anyway), I thought it would get better when I got down the flight. At least I would be able to purchase some local cigarettes and get a decent kick. I had sighted a smoking corner in the airport. But I didn't get a chance to. I had to rush to take the next Narita Express down to Shinagawa, a 70 minute ride down. I had to stone for the next 70 minutes, and maybe I can get a stick.

No. The next train to my aunt's house in whatever place (I'll go find out tomorrow) was due to arrive in 3 minutes. I thought she wouldn't be diligent enough to camp at the entrance. I heard a sound snap in my head when I saw her.

Then, it was dinner afterward. I had to watch them smoke in my face in all the places you couldn't in Singapore. What's more, they seemed to only take two puffs and extinguish the rest of it. You never see anyone in Singapore doing that. Because the shit there is way to expensive to waste.

So Smart Boon thinks he can outwit them by buying a pack of his own and smoking it later. But no, Japan had to implement some tobacco card system, where only people of legal age (20) can apply and use the card to buy them from vending machines. It's just a chain of jokes God played on me. I have the money and the life to smoke, but I just have to watch it get waved in my face. I'll remember this prank you pulled on me forever.

I'm getting prissy over this. I sure hope they don't try and stop me tomorrow from the Japanese version of 7-11, otherwise I'm going to threaten some poor Japanese dude to lend me his card.

P.S. The air in Japan is delicious. It's like natural air-con everywhere, with the slight taste of something sweet.

Recollection in the middle of the night / Day Zero

This is going to be a long post. 

I have an hour or more to kill before I'm departing for Changi Airport. One hour seems pretty short when you have something to do on hand, but it seems to drag on forever in certain moments mostly when you are waiting for something to happen (Like that I am doing right now). I remember the pain of sitting through examination papers and having to wait until the given time is up, slowing watching the clock crawl and seeking refuge in the solace of my imagination. The pain is still exists in poly life, striking in compulsory boring talks where they ramble on about simple information that can be posted online and stupid subjects like APEL where they still try and ingrain meaningless desired behavior into my head.

I can remember how I actually became a Japanophile. I remember when I was primary one, moms and pops decided to bring the entire family over to Japan. I was too young to understand anything and to appreciate the sights and sounds. All I could remember was getting a Japanese version of ": Let’s find Pokémon!” similar to "Where's Waldo?" and two art files, one green and one blue. I didn't understand what the book was about, nor did I recognize the Pokémon but I thought it was the best. This was a few years before Pokémon was translated and released in English. I somewhat recall getting the yellow version of the game, but I can't recall how did I do so exactly. Then, as I grew older, I realized all the things I liked as a kid was from Japan. From Digimon, Pokémon to Gundam robots. Soon another trip was organized, and I went there and thought everyone there was all nice and polite (Wrong, Generalization is a logical fallacy). Awesome creations and nice people. I wanted to work and live over there when I grew older.

The thing about reality is that somehow or another, the truth will seep through somehow. From Japanese that study here, foreigners living in Japan and other various sources of information, I realized Japan is not wonderland. It was odd that I never realized that it was probably too good to be true. Now I know I'm not going to work there, knowing how fucked up the hierarchy-based society and absurd their culture can be in another light. I am not going to enslave myself to some company, not to mention one that expects me to do OT to prove that I love the company. You wouldn't love me when recession hits and you have to lay off staff. You superficial capitalists.

Oh, I hung out with a few guys from my class. We didn't do anything special, just hung around Tempines Mall, afterwards bouncing to Plaza Singapura. They made me realize that being with people can actually be fun and somewhat entertaining. I guess the misanthrope in me was due to bad experiences. Thanks a lot guys, I had loads of fun despite not doing much. 

Somehow, I'm having mental drama about how my trip there can be ruined, all by statistically impossible causes. Such as the plane blowing up or me getting crushed the roof due to an earthquake. I know it's stupid to think about the improbable, but this part inside me in gnawing me, telling me not to go and just stay inside my comfort zone. Too late, buddy. The tickets have been booked, the requests have been taken. I am going to erase your presence from existence. 

I intend to crash and snooze on the plane later. I know plane rides are boring, apart from getting eye candy from pretty foreign air stewardesses. I rather spend the seven hours in a blaze by falling into deep sleep then get 2 seconds of glances every 2 hours or so. The probability of having one is little to none as well. I don't take chances, I prefer concrete plans. Hopefully they serve lunch on board, and I sure hope lunch is going to be scrumptious. I'm thinking of pasta-based main course. Maybe I can get an extra serving if they have more left. Mmm.

I pretty much think I brought everything I need, which are basically clothes, camera, laptop, wallet, handphone and my little navigation book that I wrote in. I sure hope I do not suddenly realize that I forgot to bring an important item on the plane or the train later, or else I would surely scream, probably with the people around me thinking I'm crazy or that I have a heart attack. If it happens, I think it's going to be pretty funny. 

This is going to be a blast.

A prelude to one month of tomfollery and debauchery

I'm flying to Japan. Tokyo to be exact. This is the third time I've been there (I think), but I can't remember much from the previous trips except some vague images here and there. Since I'm old enough to understand the concept of fun, I'm going to pull off the most ridiculous stunts, all in the Land of the Rising Sun.

Somehow, people I know think I'm crazy. Maybe I am, but I think walking into a pole-dancing classroom with a bunch of females practicing in them to ask if I'm eligible to join isn't too insane.

You see, somewhere along the road of life, I have rejected the idea of being constrained by social norms. With constant exposure to acts of spontaneous excitement, I have grown desensitized to such matters. Or maybe I'm just young at heart (in other words an immature brat).

They have coined an adjective to describe me. Boon. I suppose the dictionary addition would be something like this :
Boon [Boon] Adjective
1.Something used to describe a person with Boon-like characteristics, which generally means a general disregard for authority, reckless and stupid behavior and contempt of social pressure.
Usage : You are such a Boon, Jack. I can't believe you just wrote nothing for your exam!

P.S. - I actually did that once.

So in order to prepare for my random acts in Japan, I would first need to study and learn how to use some Japanese. I wanted to use the TP Japanese CDS material and complete it in 15 days, but due to lack of discipline, I failed. So I'm just going to copy the phrases into a book, write some commonly used phrases down in Japanese form and just use sign language combined with English and broken Japanese to communicate. Hey, Japanese are especially forgiving towards foreigners, and if anything goes wrong, I'll just say I'm from America. They love it and they always let Americans off anything.

I'm going to try and talk to as many random Japanese people as I can. Not only is it going to be funny, it's going to be real fun to see them trying to understand me. I think younger Japanese and the street musicians would appreciate my eagerness more, while the older serious ones think I'm a pest of society.

Oh, photo taking is a must when visiting. Instead of just taking lame-ass photos of shops and scenery, why not take pictures with the real thing? The people are the ones you go for. I'm going to try and accumulate as many pictures as I can with random strangers, then use it in a photo routine for future sarging trainings. Unfortunately, I have not gotten a decent camera as of now, so I'll probably have to use my handphone. Sure, it's 3.2 megapixels and it works, but I want higher quality dammit. I don't fly off everyday, so I want to get the best photos.

Xavier and gang want me to scout for fun things to do, as well as experience first hand dos and don'ts. I think beating up a chikan man would be acceptable, not when I fly off alone and without any help anyway. I'll go there and rack my brain, then write it down here. Await me, Japan! You better get prepared for Boon, because TP has prepared me for the world!


P.P.S. - I think the last line was totally uncalled for and retarded. But I have to pay some homage to TP anyway. Cheers.

I awaken from a deep slumber...

And open my eyes to a brand new world. One filled with colors and sights previously unknown of; sounds that was once mistook as noise. A tower stands in the middle of the land. Constructed by ideals and goals set in place by the leaver of my mind and scaling high into the heavens. One man sits atop of the tower, raising and collapsing buildings with his will. How the building will look like, how would it stand, would all be of the man's choice. Eventually, the tower will decay and would fall into oblivion together with the man. But that does not worry the man. "What must come, will come". Day after day, the man continues to build and destroy his constructs. This mystic wonderland exists, and it lies within.

"Welcome to my reality"