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Thursday, June 07, 2007
Japan (Part 2)


DAY 2

Woke up around 9 something automatically. You know, morning school is good for something. I actually first woke up at around 5, cause the sun was shining SO bright. *ahem* Anyway, woke up, greeted my dear okaasan with an "Ohiyo gozaimasu!", had breakfast that consisted of last night's meal (Japanese curry; tastes sweet) and then did what I do best. Plonk my butt down on the couch to watch TV.

Now, when I first met my okaasan I told her how much my mum loved Takuya Kimura and SMAP in general. This information apparently she really took to heart. What coincidence! My host mum (okaasan) just L-O-V-E-S SMAP! No, no wait, let me rephrase that: IS IN LOVE WITH SMAP. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. So I spent my first morning in Fukushima sitting in front of the TV watching the SMAP SAMPLE concert DVD that consists of 5, thirty-something year old's dancing around with their little ghei moves (though not as nimble as my dear KAT-TUN ^_^) with my okaasan going, "Shingo! Shingo!" everytime said person turned up onscreen. I decided not to lie and admitted that I did not know any SMAP songs. By the end of the DVD anyway, I am now officially a SMAP fan and as I type, am downloading numerous songs of theirs. My favourite member is Masahiro Nakai. :)
causehe'sjustsodamncute! squeeeeeee



Forgot to put this up yesterday. Almost arriving in Tokyo

After watching SMAP, I was busy channel surfing when suddenly this really weird gay porn drama turn up. First it showed these two nuns who turned out to be guys dressed as nuns making out in a bar. The next scene showed these two guys again this time MAKING OUT ON A BED, TAKING EACH OTHERS CLOTHES OFF. My face was like "O_O!!!!" OMGG SO HOT MAN!! My okaasan was in the background like, "Oh, yaoi! Gay! Gay!"

Then suddenly you see the two of them like, getting it on, on national television in the middle of the afternoon at 2 p.m.. Tell me, how are the Japanese not perverted?

Anyway continuing with the drama, suddenly this woman bursts into the room and she starts yelling at the two of them. From what I can decipher, she is the girlfriend of one the boys making out on the bed. Suddenly the girlfriend gets all angry and yells and cries and flees from the room. One of the boys pulls on his clothes and he's all "Gomenasai! Gomenasai!" while you can see the other dude he was doing slumped on the bed, all spent. Haha. Then the next scene, the girlfriend runs across a busy road with the sorry boyfriend after her. Then it gets even more dramatic. Said sorry (gay) boyfriend gets hit by a car!! :O :O :O

Then the girlfriend is like all "OMG!" and you see the next few scenes of her emo-ing during his funeral and she refuses to eat and her friends are consoling her and blah blah blah. Below is proof. That is a pic of the girlfriend crying at boyfriend's funeral:
I have a REALLY short video of the boys doing it in my camera. I'm just too lazy to upload it onto YouTube. BAH. I love Japanese television. They have gays, emos, accidents and sex all in the middle of the afternoon. Bliss.


Picture if the living room.

Then after the TV show, my okaasan took me to Jusco. Lawl, I know. JUSCO! I told her in Malaysia, "Jusco ichiban!" And she was like all, "Hontoni? Hontoni?! Sugoooooooi!!" Then I told her we also had Isetan, and Kinokuniya, Yoshinoya, Takashimaya and she just went crazy.

Petrol stations provide you with a very (clean) sink.


After a long 20 minute ride from GodKnowsWhereILive we finally reached Jusco which turned out to be this really huge building with rides and stuff in it. I was like all "WAAAAAH!" and really jakun. Who cares. Jusco in Japan looks exactly like Jusco in Malaysia so don't get your panties in a twist people. It's exactly the same, maybe cleaner. And then...and then!!!! AHHHHHH I GOT INTO A TRAGIC ACCIDENT, DIED INSTANTLY AND WENT TO JOHNNY'S HEAVEN.

LOOK AT ALL THOSE PICS OF MY KAZU-CHAN FOR SALE!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


WOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWOOOOWWWWWWW


*iz ded*

Even though this isn't even an official Johnny's shop, (the official one is in Harajuku, somewhere I didn't go *sob*) there are still idols aplenty. Posters, files, pencils, erasers, rulers, neck straps, nail clippers, mirrors, pencil boxes, notebooks, stickers, etc etc all were sold with any idol under the sun PLASTERED ALL OVER IT. I was like hyperventilating and gomen if my pics are all blurry cause I was shaking so much screaming and squeeing over everything plus there was this group of high schoolgirls staring at me. Well you would too I guess, I must've looked like a scene, screaming, taking pictures and going "OMG! KAZUYAAAA! OKAASAN LOOK! KAMENASHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" "KAMENASSHIIIIII!!!!" "KAZUYA!!!!" "OMFG! OMFG! OMFG!"

Yeah. That's me. :) And yes, I did buy stuff from this shop. Like, HOW CAN I NOT? And guess what?!! MY OKAASAN BOUGHT ME STUFF TOO!! I was like wandering around touching everything that included Kame dear while she secretly snuck out to pay. When the handed me the package (fully wrapped with ribbon), "For you Nikko-chan (yeah, that's what I was called). All, Kamenashi!" Those words were like gold to me.

"Hontoni?"
"Hai!"
"OMG!!! Arigatou gozaimasu!" *cue lots of bowing and me crying and hugging her and jumping around Jusco* *cue schoolgirls staring even more*

And then, FINALLY we went to the supermarket. Guess who I saw? Koike Teppei! YAYYY!!! I'm a JE roll!


And the we went home where I , heh, watched more TV. TV is so addicting there. The ads are so funny. And did I mention my 10-year-old host sis, Kana is a TV addict? Jesus Christ on a stick, she knows the words to every advertisement on TV and dances and sings along to them and it's so amusing but irritating sometimes.


Eating some crackers, chocolate and MOW.
Kana the TV addict. So weird, she eats a stick ice cream with a spoon.

Doing her homework. Thankfully, she didn't need my help for her English homework. Hohoho.

Then the 12-year-old comes home, Hitomi. Out of the two, I'm going to have to say Kana is the prettier one. Kana is also the one I most relate to, though we couldn't communicate well. Conversation between me and Kana goes something like this:

Me: KAT-TUN daisuke des! Kamenashi hontoni aishiteru!
Kana (K):Hai! Hai. KAT-TUN!
Me: Anata.......*long pause*.............favourite member?
K: ....??
Me: Member-KAT-TUN, daisuke? *does hand gestures*
K: Oooohhhhhhhhh oohhh!!! KOKI!!
Me: KOKI?!?! O_o

Koki? Seriously? Nothing wrong with that but Koki kind of assumes this hard rapper sort of look. When I was 10 I was scared of rappers. Koki is worse. He's a rapper and he does gay moves and dresses up like a woman to give Jin *fake* blow jobs. How is that not scary for a 10 year old?

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Oh wait, I forgot. This is Japan. Right. Moving on.

Kana left, Hitomi right.

Dinner is served! I thought I'd hate eating the octupus and slimy seaweed but in the end, that turned out to be the most delicious dish of the lot! SO DELICIOUS!!!
Then after dinner, they decided to perform for me. Awww, how sweet. I'll spare you guys' the video and show you only one picture.

And then 9 o' clock finally arrived!! BAMBINO!!!! Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! My ottosan was like, "MatsuJun?"
Me:"HAI! HAI!! ARASHI!!!!"
Ottosan: Oh...Nikko know Kazunari Ninomiya?
Me: *practically pissing my pants from excitement* HAI HAI!!!11 OMG HOW DO YOU KNOW NINO? AHHH NINO NINO!! ARASHI! SHO! AIBA! OHNO! MATSUJUN!! AHHHHHHH!!!
Ottosan: O_e........ *goes back to eating/drinking beer*
Me: HEHEHEHEHEEHHEE BAMBINO!! *starts humming Arashi's "We Can Make It" which happens to be the show's theme song*

I think he got scared of me after that.

Few snapshots of dearrrr JunJun on TV. Obvsly I took more but I'm really lazy right now, so....

Goodies from the little JE shop! What I bought:
1) Kazuya ruler
2) Kazuya pencil
3) Kazuya pin
4) Kazuya notebook


What my okaasan got me:
1) Kazuya uchiwa! ^_______^
2) KAT-TUN file/stationery set thing
3) KAT-TUN calendar in the form of a poster
4) KAT-TUN playing cards.

WOW, KAT-TUN PLAYING CARDS. NONE OF MY FRIENDS ARE GOING TO ESCAPE MY JE WRATH NOW. FANGIRL WITH ME BBZ.


And then it was "Oyasuminasai!" and I fell asleep around 11.30p.m. No the father did not rape me either, I think he's too scared of me now. I have established that I am not worth raping. Heh.

END OF DAY 2


When I say "Lucky!" you say "Man!" "Lucky! Man! Lucky! Man!"

HEEEEEEE ARASHI IS MY CRACK RLY.

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