Australzealand: Is that in Kansai? It
takes about an hour to get from Kansai to Kyouto Station.
*
Australzealand: Then here in Kansai,
everyone's like “homa ni” and “nan yan...”
*
Rude Boy: Going somewhere exciting?
Lithuania: Yeah!
(beat)
Rude Boy: Don't overwhelm me with
detail.
Australzealand: Do you find your
sarcasm sometimes lost on people here?
*
Insufferable Dumbass: Whatever, people
are gonna talk behind my back. I'm used to it, even back home.
Big Finn: Have you ever tried to think
about maybe why that is?
*
Rude Boy: i think my least favourite
part was when i was complaining to one of my friends about how i
often feel that i'm not being afforded the deference i would be were
i japanese, and how i understand why it happens, but it's not about
me needing to be the big man, it's about feeling disrespected
Rude Boy: and one of the other guys
with us said "well, of COURSE you're not going to be respected.
you just have to accept that this is japan."
Rude Boy: and i was like
Rude Boy: um
Rude Boy: no
Rude Boy: not an acceptable answer
Rude Boy: excuse me while i unfriend
you in real life
*
Nara (turtle girl from before): She's
mad.
Rude Boy: What, really? I didn't even
notice.
Nara: Well, she is.
Rude Boy: What the hell did I do?
Nara: Probably nothing. But she's a
girl.
*
Insufferable Dumbass: Emperor system
and imperial system...are those the same thing?
*
Hot girl's shirt:
Want To Do You All
*LOVE GIRLS*
*
Rude Boy: I only have three beer.
Mother Russia: That's enough for you,
right?
Rude Boy: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Mother Russia: :3
*
Mother Russia: I talked with the
Russian girl today.
Rude Boy: In Russian?
Mother Russia: Yeah.
Rude Boy: And was she like, “Um, your
pronunciation is perfect, but you speak like a small child...”
Mother Russia: Hahaha! No...but I could
see it in her face.
*
Mother Russia: Good night, broken
person!
*
Rude Boy: oh and because i was drunk
and had been watching too much mad men i kept taking her lighter and
lighting her cigarette for her last night loooooooooool
*
Mother Russia: It's supposed to look
all relaxed...
Rude Boy: She doesn't look relaxed.
Look at the position of her arms, she looks like she's masturbating.
Mother Russia: Well...that's pretty
relaxing, right? :3
Rude Boy: Ha! Could be. But judging by
her face she looks more into it than relaxed.
Mother Russia: Why do you keep saying
'she?'
Rude Boy: Who is it?
Mother Russia: Me!
Rude Boy: O...h!
*
(halfway through Fear and Loathing
in Las Vegas)
Mother Russia: Do
you like it?
Rude Boy: Yes,
although I have some questions.
Mother Russia:
“What is this movie about?”
*
Insufferable Dumbass: In Germany, is it
pretty popular with the Japanese food?
*
Rude Boy: [Name]-CHAN!!
1kkaisei: YES!!
Rude Boy: YO!!
1kkaisei: GOOD AFTERNOON!!
Rude Boy: She's really energetic...
Genmaichan: Are you trying to say
“young?”
Rude Boy: Maybe I am.
*
Rude Boy: want some cheeseburger pizza
Mother Russia: a mix of both?xD
*
Lithuania: You going to have some
coffee with those sandwiches?
Rude Boy: Um...no? What the fuck?
Lithuania: Oh, it's pretty popular in
Lithuania. Coffee or tea with sandwiches.
Rude Boy: ...I guess I can't talk. My
country's national cuisine is French fries with gravy and cheese
curds.
*
The moment when you find yourself in a
busy footpath, stealthily trailing after some high school girls in
the hopes of stealing a glance at their socks, you begin to question
your life choices.
I was trying to figure out if they went
to my old high school.
*
Rude Boy: Piss...cocks...fuck...
Lithuania: I wish you could hear
yourself.
*
Lithuania: I'm gonna start watching
Game of Thrones.
Rude Boy: You might not like it.
Apparently there's a lot of fucking.
Lithuania: Yeah, one of my friends said
it was more like Game of...“P.”
Rude Boy: …“Piss?”
Lithuania: No! Other “P!”
Rude Boy: Game of...Penises?
Lithuania: No! P o...
Rude Boy: ...oh,
“Porn!!”
Lithuania: Yes!!
Rude Boy: Now I'm
curious about Game of Piss, though.
*
Rude Boy: I saw
something horrifying today.
Lithuania: What was
it?
Rude Boy: Do you
know those giant spiky caterpillars? I saw one on the sidewalk on the
way home, and a hornet was just stripping the fuzzy part off its
body...
Lithuania: That's
terrible!
Rude Boy: ...and it
was thrashing around and trying to push it off like “No, stop!”
Lithuania: Oh, see!
That's it, right? You have the right to defend yourself from the
attacking caterpillar!
Rude Boy: Uh, yeah,
I'm pretty sure the caterpillar was just minding its own business and
the wasp was like “Oh hey, food!”
Lithuania: Haha.
Rude Boy: Like if I
had to kill to eat, I would obviously try to do it in such a way as
to inflict as little pain as possible. But it didn't even kill the
caterpillar, it was just like “I'm gonna start from the back,”
and just started eating it alive.
Lithuania: That's
intense!
Rude Boy: And I'm
like, what's my responsibility here?
Lithuania: You
should never interfere with nature.
Rude Boy: Right,
and even if I did, what then? The same exact thing is going on in a
forest somewhere right now. I can't be there every time it happens.
It's not like I can just end all suffering. It really got me thinking
about how nothing we do matters and we're all fucked...it was a very
depressing existential moment.
Lithuania: So what
did you do?
Rude Boy: Well, I
just left it there.
Lithuania: What!
Probably this was a test from God, and you faaaaaailed!
Rude Boy: Doubt it.
Do you understand “Deism?” The idea that God exists, but doesn't
interfere with the affairs of this world. Cause it's the old
argument, either God is impotent, or He is wicked, or He doesn't
exist.
Lithuania: This
conversation got deep fast.
Rude Boy: I'll show
you deep fast. Anyway that wasn't even the worst part. When I went
back to school a couple of hours later, it was there in the same
spot, only now being torn apart by a small army of ants. And it was
still thrashing around like “Nooooo!”
Lithuania: Oh my
God! You should have just stomped them allllll!
Rude Boy: Well,
maybe I should have at least stepped on the caterpillar's head. Just
to be merciful.
*
When I learn a new
word, I often spend the next little while trying to insert it into
conversation as often as possible, frequently employing it even in
instances where I would normally say something else, or stitching
together extremely tenuous excuses to try it out. I assume this is
normal for most people learning a second language. Partly this is for
practise, partly it's to check if I'm using it correctly, and partly
it's just excitement. It's like getting a new toy toy to play with.
Part of studying a
language formally means memorizing long lists of vocabulary that
seems 99% useless. Like “constabulary” or “positron.” When in
hell am I ever going to need a word like that? Even if I do,
I'm better off looking it up when these specialized situations do
crop up, and instead devoting my study time to more common words and
phrases.
That said, when, in
the course of your day, in some conversation or on some sign, you do
encounter a word or kanji that you had to memorize for a test, the
feeling is downright magical.
And you know what's
even better? To struggle and struggle to grasp the nuance of a
grammatical pattern, to hear it but not comprehend it, to come up
with a half-dozen example sentences but not be sure if they're
right...and then one day, unprecedented, have the spontaneous urge to
use the construction in a sentence you're already in the middle of
saying. These are the days when you've got this whole
language-learning thing under control, you are worldly and educated
and intelligent, you really are making progress, and have not been
spending hundreds of hours of your life for nothing.
Then usually the
next day you can't understand when the konbini clerk asks if you want
a bag or not and you feel like the densest sack of shit who's ever
walked this earth, which is why you sort of learn to savour the small
victories.
*
Once when I was
eating an ice cream cone, Mother Russia took it from me, ate the top
part, and then gave it back with a huge groove in the surface of the
ice cream, because she'd tried to rake it out with her teeth to avoid
eating the cone.
Rude Boy: Um.
Mother Russia:
Because of my diet, remember! I can't eat carbs!
Rude Boy: Uh-huh.
Did you...need some help with this? >_>
Mother Russia:
Yeah!!
Aaaaand so we
started swapping, with me filing down the cone for her, and her
eating as much of the revealed ice cream as she could before handing
it back to me to continue my work. Then I pulled out a second
one...which she stole, but this time got impatient, grabbed a spoon,
and, after a few minutes, gave me back the empty cone.
Rude Boy: Oh, thank
you so much. I'm so super excited to eat my, fucking...hard, dry
bread.
Another time, she
drank four coolers, I drank four beer, and then took down another
half beer before she noticed that I was slowing down and just
finished it off for me, without asking. Then she took my last beer,
also without asking, and drank that too.
She can drink me
under the table. It's awesome.
And finally,
continuing with the theme of “Mother Russia ganking all my stuff,”
she also sometimes takes my meat when I get a bentou, because she
knows I don't really like it.
Rude Boy: Wow, you
must really like having my meat in your mouth.
Mother Russia: I
do!
Rude Boy: Hehe.
Australzealand: -.-
*
Japanese language
teacher: What do you know about Liberia?
Chinese student:
It's a very cold place, right?
Japanese language
teacher: Isn't that...Siberia?
*
On the spur of the
moment, I decided to go downtown. I realised partway there that I'd
just made two transfers without paying any attention to what I was
doing, my mind occupied by the more pressing concerns of essay topics
and homework. After taking a stroll through some of my favourite
areas, I decided I was hungry and stopped at Subway, where I noted
that they'd hired a new girl. I dropped in at my local Round1 for a
few rounds of Wang at Midnight before remembering that I needed to
pick up Part 2 of 1Q84; considering the locations of nearby
bookstores, I opted for Junkudou, in a spot I rarely visit but
certainly not far out of my way. Finally I checked BookOff for any
desirable new stock before heading home. A year ago I couldn't have
found any of these places even if you'd given me a map.
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