Sunday, 15 September 2013

Shibuya and Cockroaches on Crack

THERE IS A COCKROACH IN MY ROOM. I REPEAT, COCKROACH IN MY ROOM.
What do I do?! I was staring at it while it was climbing the wall right next to my bed and it just fell. Where is it crawling now?? It's driving me crazy. If I see it again I will kill it. No more merciful Anne, you are dead Mr. Cockroach. I will not sleep knowing theres a live cockroach in my room, ready to slither into my mouth when I'm sleeping. NO. NEVER.

Might as well blog as I wait for it to come out...(Show yourself you filthy insect!)

I'll distract myself by telling you guys the tale of the game center addict.
Ever since I was young my sister and I would flock to the nearest game center whenever we had free time to roam around a shopping center with the family. We would pretend to look into some of the clothing shops but we both know where our hearts really lie: at wherever the UFO catchers are.


Oh hello Lily. You may know her as the writer of another blog, http://wasedawithwu.blogspot.jp. I love her blog. I look forward to it every morning and when its not uploaded I feel this strange hollowness in my heart that I can't quite describe. But man, you gotta control that UFO catcher addiction! or should I say the pokemon addiction? She spent 5,000 yen that day on the machines but I don't blame her. The machines keep giving the player false hope whenever it seems as if the toy is gonna fall...but it never truly does. I know because I spent 1000 yen that day trying to get a pillow or my dorm



This one as a matter of fact! 
She only spent 300 yen. Look at this girl, boasting her prized pillow in front of me. 


     This is the Big Box. It is home to a bowling alley, a swimming pool, a gym, numerous restaurants, a game center, and clothing stores. From monday to fridays, Women can play a round of bowling for 350 yen including the shoes. Strategic marketing or just sexist?

After wasting the equivalent of one good chirashi don at a sushi restaurant, I made my way back for a 2 hour rest before I was to meet more of my other friends for a night out at Shibuya. 
I was supposed to meet another friend from Vancouver so that we could go together but along with bad timing, bad communication, bad location, BAD PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING (mostly on my part), I had to leave the station without my friend after 40 minutes in fear that the 30+ other ppl waiting at Shibuya would be worried. With no cellphone and no line of communication, I recommend never ever to make plans with anyone and meet at a major station. I'm so sorry Katherine! 

Once I got there, everything became even more chaotic. The crowd was MUCH larger than I thought and it became very clear that all of us wouldnt be able to fit into one restaurant. We seperated for just over an hour to eat dinner with our mini groups and explore Shibuya before meeting at a nearby Starbucks to decide on what to do after.
                                                                       

Rotating Sushi!


Medium Fatty Toro

                                                          Fatty Toro. It looks like all fat!

Oh how I love kaiten zushi (rotating sushi). Joanna and I shared the sushi plates so that we can try larger varieties of sushi. It seriously melts in your mouth. Its like chewing on marshmallows. You chew once, and the rest melts.

After meeting at starbucks at 9:30, the group decided to stay in tact until we found a bar that could accomodate us all. There obviously werent any. When we asked one of the pub waiters if we could all fit into the restaurant, he looked incredibly amused but understandably troubled. We finally decided to give up on this big group thing and seperated into two groups: The people who wanted to have a drink or the people who wanted to go to a club. I was clearly in the drink category so about 7 of us within that group went into a nearby pub. I was never one for beer but the Japanese people's obsession with beer as the main choice of alcohol was making me curious.


                                     
                                            But I chickened out and got a Frozen Grapefruit Beer.
                                                         
It was definetly a crazy night with all the people involved, but I was glad that I ended up with the people that I was most comfortable being around. Lesson of this blog post: Never try to coordinate a successful outing with more than 10 people. Oh and always carry a cellphone. And don't be tempted by game centers. And don't drink if your face gets red after half a drink. Wow, lots learned. Take note.
                                            
*The cockroach is still roaming the premises. Spotted it once, but when confronted with a metal bar the cockroach went warp speed and Usain Bolted away. 







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