Lately I’ve been contemplating about migrating/going to Japan. Those who know me well enough would be surprised upon knowing this. Let me assure you, though, I still prefer France over anything else. Japan is my option B, my rebound, my fallback, just in case all else fails.
As a kid, I’ve always been amazed by those Japanese documentaries shown on channel 9 (at the time) to fill the void between weekday cartoons and Eat Bulaga that regularly short commercial ads couldn’t congest. It features a lot of great stuff about Japan: tourist destinations, the latest in technology, art, food, etc. It has only been recently that I’ve decided to visit the place. I’ll fill you in on the details why I, being what seemed to be a person who’ll ALMOST have France as his final resting place, decided to look elsewhere: Up.
- They have great food. Here, I’ll kill for sushi of any kind. When I go there, I can skip that part. The country will be saved from the enraged id that I will be when that last plate of maki gets snatched away from me. I know I can go next door and get the same thing without raising the mortality rate a notch higher.
- They have snow. I’ve resolved not to go to any country inhabited by stupid caucasians who don’t even know how to plug in the computer just to taste snow. The view comes free with uber-cute Japanese girls which I will discuss next.
- They have cute girls. You should know that this is my raging-hormones-sexually deprived-high school boy-ego that’s telling all this. Looking at a cute Japanese girl, real or animated, has never been a tiring activity. For some reason, they have managed to retain their cuteness over the years. No, it’s not just the hentai or the bukkake (I hate watching girls being tortured). One classmate I had during high school will understand this, and probably root for me. 22-year old alter ego comes in with a flower vase at smacks the previous ego right on the temple and takes over.
- They have technology.For the gadget-loving person, being in Japan is like going to McDonalds when you were still a kid. It is THE place to be (or was that Cindy’s?). You can get that dream camera sold here in the Philippines with ridiculously over-priced tags a few yens cheaper there. And you get it hot off the oven, like pizza. Plus, I won’t be the last person to know the latest news on things that Mike Enriquez wouldn’t even know how to pronounce properly. I might even come back to the Philippines on a flying Evo VIII. Haha.
- They have fast cars. Everybody gets their cars from these perverts. Americans go through all the trouble just to get a car past customs because their roads don’t allow that kind of speed.I remember that age-old joke about a Japanese tourist who takes a cab when he came to the Philippines. He saw a Lancer and told the driver, while pointing at the zooming vehicle, “Mitsubishi. Made in Japan. Very fast!” This goes on with a few more imports until he gets to his destination and is presented the total fare. The tourist, dumbfounded by the price of the short trip, asks the driver why. The driver then retorts, “Taxi meter, Made in Japan. Very fast!” I know Julie would still laugh at this even if 99% of the Philippine population knows the joke. No, she’s not part of the 1%, she’s just plain shallow. Peace dude.
So there. Now, everybody sing with me: “Domo Arigato, Mister roboto. Domo Arigato, Mister roboto.”
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