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deanminifie: Heeere’s Darth! (by Avanaut)

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 11:02:13 +0800

deanminifie:

Heeere’s Darth! (by Avanaut)

fuckyeahjapanandkorea: HOLLYWOOD by shuji+

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 11:01:51 +0800

fuckyeahjapanandkorea:

HOLLYWOOD by shuji+

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Thu, 20 Jun 2013 11:01:39 +0800

We’re all in the same place, at the same time. But I feel as if I’m just watching them...

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 11:00:39 +0800

We’re all in the same place, at the same time. But I feel as if I’m just watching them through a window from another universe.

koee: Scandal @ MelodiX (2013.06.17)

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 10:58:33 +0800

koee:

Scandal @ MelodiX (2013.06.17)

natgasm: loryisunabletosupinate: treasurewisesilliness: s-nn-m...

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 10:58:22 +0800

natgasm:

loryisunabletosupinate:

treasurewisesilliness:

s-nn-mero:

Japan > Everywhere else

This is Japan in a nutshell. Forget all the crazy stuff with the weird tv programs and the cosplaying—that’s just the outer shell that gets attention because it’s unusual. This, this is the beauty of the country. I’ve had little grandmothers chase me down because I dropped my shinkansen tickets. In amusement parks, the attendants do their upmost to get lost items (usually cardigans or kids’ shoes) back to the owners—before the owners even realize they’d lost said item(s). I’ve had complete strangers not only give my thorough directions but have offered to drive me to the place I needed to go.

It is so, so, so hard to go back to the States after you get the J-treatment. I mean, Japan has its downside (“What is this madness you call pizza???”), but the general attitudes of everyone—even the so-called hardcore yankees (two of whom who, on a blazing summer day, helped me find one of my schools when I was heinously lost in the labyrinth that is the neighborhood in which said school is located)—is the epitome of the mindset that I wish everyone would adopt. Because yelling at people gets you nowhere. And being able to empathize with people kinda helps make this country a really nice place to live in.

my first interaction with a person in japan (once i was past security) was at a noodle shop in the airport. i had just purchased cold udon and i went to sit down and eat it. this woman starts trying to get my attention and i turn to look. she does this gesture with her hand but i don’t know what she wants me to do.

she walked over, grabbed a bottle of sauce, and showed me i should pour it on the noodles. she let me do it, too. (they were great with the sauce).

this woman wanted me to enjoy the noodles the way they were supposed to to the point that she had to walk over to me. i was blown away by that.

the simplest things, such as letting people get out of the train before you go into it, or people asking you if you’re lost, when you’re just astounded by the buildings.

the probably best thing is when you buy something in a conbini and instead of rushing you out of the people patiently wait for you to put away your money before handing you the bag with your groceries.

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Thu, 20 Jun 2013 10:57:21 +0800

internetexplorers: I want to meet you guys in real life but I don’t want you guys to meet me in...

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 10:57:12 +0800

internetexplorers:

I want to meet you guys in real life but I don’t want you guys to meet me in real life

doctor: are you sexually active

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 10:57:05 +0800

doctor: are you sexually active
me: i'm not even physically active

katsplanet: im afraid my online friends are gonna meet me in person and be like “oh”

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 10:56:58 +0800

katsplanet:

im afraid my online friends are gonna meet me in person and be like “oh”

WE ARE FOREVER ONE OK ROCKERS

Thu, 20 Jun 2013 10:56:44 +0800

WE ARE FOREVER ONE OK ROCKERS

"Literature was not born the day when a boy crying “wolf, wolf” came running out of the Neanderthal..."

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 13:12:27 +0800

“Literature was not born the day when a boy crying “wolf, wolf” came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying “wolf, wolf” and there was no wolf behind him.”

- Vladimir Nabokov

#we’re all just really good liars

(via hasser)