I Oesterland
From now on, due to the lack of swedish characters, this blog will henceforth be written in english.
I've finally found a computer, on a shady korean internet cafe. The koreans are sneaky; they tried to make me pay for two hours, although I clearly said I only wanted 30 minutes... Anywh00, Toukyou is huge, it took half an hour with bus, just driving past the industrial areas. Yesterday I got lost om a railwaystation, trying to get from my train to a subway. For one and a half hour. Needless to say, the Shinjuku station is enormous beyond measures, bigger than any shopping gallery I've ever seen, with a Svenormous(I'm running out of words for "really big") mall underneath. It's a maze of photo booths, sushi stands, manga stores and suprisingly few transport related things... I wasted a bunch of tickets trying to make it past the ticket gates. In the end, I decided to go outside and enter the subway station from the outside. After an hour of trying to find the exit, and searching for the subway from the outside, I was sitting on the train home. Hur som helst ska jag till min japanskalektion nu.
Sa jag att japaner e enormt ruttna?
Ruttna? Fördomen säger ju att alla japaner är hederliga och effektiva?
Later läskigt blobb.... men jag kan tänka mig att japanerna är EXTREMT ruttna. insane mushroom torture says it all...
Keep it comin'
det ruttna med japaner e alla deras fetisher... Och mycket annat utöver det... Gameshows och feisher är bara toppen av ett isberg