I need your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle
Yongfook.com - now with added relevancy. On the front page there are two new features. The Japanese news headline changes frequently as news is announced and is usually something eye-bleedingly dull. The new search function allows you to (surprisingly) search the entire archive of diary entries. Anyway:
Just as I think my Japanese is getting better, a humorous misunderstanding slaps me back in the face to inform me that I should probably study more.
Yesterday a colleague approached me with a smile and said what I thought was:
“Lets drive to Menda (a town nearby) at 1:30 in my car, for a drink”
Elated at the prospect of mid-day drinking fun, I gleefully packed up my stuff and twiddled my thumbs until that time arrived. On meeting at his car, I was handed the keys. After a few seconds of in-brain clunkage I figured out that what he had in fact said was:
“Drive me to Menda at 1:30 in my car, because I AM DRUNK”
Thus I climbed aboard his massive 4×4 Mitsubishi, without my glasses OR any experience at driving a car with an engine more powerful than ‘crap’. Carefully choosing which gearstick to actually use (there were 2), I minced my way along the road, terrified that I would scratch his car on low walls or mow down a line of old ladies, both of which would be impossible to see from the towering vantage point that this car provided. This, coupled with the constant chants of “faster, faster! My train will leave soon!” and the frequent squinting required for me to be able to semi-focus on moving objects in the near-distance, made for an extremely sweat-inducing game of fill-my-trousers.
In other news:
I have rather incredibly managed to procure a Playstation 2 with neither effort, money, or infringement of the 10 commandments. Me and an eikaiwa student were talking about video games, and he said he had a PS2. Jokingly, I blurted out “Lend it to me. Haha”. Rather than laughing or brushing the comment away as the mere lubricant to conversation that it was, he looked at the floor, sucked air through his teeth for a while, and with a slight tinge of defeat, uttered “ok”. Flabbergasmongersted, I assured him that I was just joking, of course striking a fine balance between refusing to accept a lend of the PS2, and making it subconsciously clear that I actually did want it.
And so, he brought it to this weeks lesson, with a copy of Final Fantasy X.
“When do you want it back?” , I asked.
“When you clear the game”, he said.
He has either massively overestimated my gameplaying prowess, or just doesn’t want his PS2 back any time soon-
this blog reminds me of GTO!!!!! (lol)