You may consider this a shitpost but yeah...
Japanese girls are so unpredictabe guys.
My birthday is coming up, and it suddenly reminded me of this story about my experience getting to know a Japanese girl.
When I was 21, my family organized a birthday trip to Hokkaido to enjoy hot springs and watch geisha in palanquins and stuff. The only thing I didn't like was the food, but the experience was pretty good.
As a weeb, I had read a few dozen pages of "Minna no Nihongo" to try and impress people. I didn't expect that people in Japan wouldn't be too surprised that a Timor Leste person was learning Japanese, so I tried to say, "Gomennasai, doshite name wa hoteru désuka," but they just looked confused and ignored me.
The main character of the story is an employee at the hotel my family stayed at. This girl was the owner's daughter, she worked as the receptionist and the housekeeper. She smiled a lot, and her smile was warm and bright. She was about 1.64m tall and had short, blunt bangs that made her look kind of goofy.
One time, I bought this peanut snack, but I didn't understand any of the Japanese writing, so I didn't know it was wasabi-flavored peanut crackers. It was so spicy, I couldn't handle it. I was going to take it back to my room to see if anyone in my family wanted it, but I ran into her at the counter. I quickly used Google Translate to ask, "I bought this, but I don't like the taste. Do you want it?" And she actually agreed.
Then, even more surprisingly, the next day, I came back from lunch with my family, and she pulled me aside and said, "An-san!" (Apparently, they can't pronounce the "h" sound cus my name is Anh).
"What's up?"
"Hai, dozo." (Yes, here you go.) She said and gave me a box of gummies. I tried one, and it was really sweet and delicious, strawberry and watermelon flavors. Locals are sure the best.
We talked for a while using Google Translate, and she introduced herself as Shizuka. Google Translate said the name means "quiet" or "peaceful." At the time, I didn't know what to say, so I made a lame joke, "Onamae wa Nobita desu" (My name is Nobita), and thankfully, she laughed instead of telling me I was being a weirdo.
Then, suddenly, that night, I fell sick. I had a fever and felt really tired. I don't know if it was because I wasn't used to the climate, or because I was exhausted from the holiday, or if I had food poisoning. But I was stuck in bed for a whole week, which ruined my vacation. But there was a silver lining: Shizuka would come by to chat with my parents, give me candy and buy me milk among other stuff. My mom even joked that I should ask her to marry me, but luckily she didn't understand my language.
About 6 days later, I started to feel better and was able to walk around and exercise. Shizuka bought me porridge, and I was so touched. Was there really someone this nice in the world? But then I ate it, and I got a fever again.
I didn't realize it at the time, but now that I think about it, that was suspicious.
I had the fever for another 3 days, and I was only well enough to go outside and look around, but I couldn't eat anything without feeling nauseous. During that time, Shizuka kept me company, and I felt so happy. As a loser of a weaboo, this was a dream come true.
Then, one night, I couldn't sleep, and I woke up feeling grumpy and didn't wanna grab breakfast. My family went without me, so I was lying in bed looking at my phone.
"Click"
Shizuka came in.
I greeted her with "Ohaiyo Gozaimasu."
She greeted me back, opened her phone, and used Google Translate from Japanese to Timor Leste.
What I heard next was like a dream.
"I really like watching An-san lying there helpless and tired like this."
That afternoon, when my family came back, I had to wear a lot of clothes to hide the scratches and bite marks all over my chest and stomach.
We never contacted again, but I remember the hotel name, address, and I kept a picture of us together.
I miss you, Shizuka.
This year, for my birthday, I'll probably wish to travel and see you again.
Japanese girls are so unpredictabe guys.
My birthday is coming up, and it suddenly reminded me of this story about my experience getting to know a Japanese girl.
When I was 21, my family organized a birthday trip to Hokkaido to enjoy hot springs and watch geisha in palanquins and stuff. The only thing I didn't like was the food, but the experience was pretty good.
As a weeb, I had read a few dozen pages of "Minna no Nihongo" to try and impress people. I didn't expect that people in Japan wouldn't be too surprised that a Timor Leste person was learning Japanese, so I tried to say, "Gomennasai, doshite name wa hoteru désuka," but they just looked confused and ignored me.
The main character of the story is an employee at the hotel my family stayed at. This girl was the owner's daughter, she worked as the receptionist and the housekeeper. She smiled a lot, and her smile was warm and bright. She was about 1.64m tall and had short, blunt bangs that made her look kind of goofy.
One time, I bought this peanut snack, but I didn't understand any of the Japanese writing, so I didn't know it was wasabi-flavored peanut crackers. It was so spicy, I couldn't handle it. I was going to take it back to my room to see if anyone in my family wanted it, but I ran into her at the counter. I quickly used Google Translate to ask, "I bought this, but I don't like the taste. Do you want it?" And she actually agreed.
Then, even more surprisingly, the next day, I came back from lunch with my family, and she pulled me aside and said, "An-san!" (Apparently, they can't pronounce the "h" sound cus my name is Anh).
"What's up?"
"Hai, dozo." (Yes, here you go.) She said and gave me a box of gummies. I tried one, and it was really sweet and delicious, strawberry and watermelon flavors. Locals are sure the best.
We talked for a while using Google Translate, and she introduced herself as Shizuka. Google Translate said the name means "quiet" or "peaceful." At the time, I didn't know what to say, so I made a lame joke, "Onamae wa Nobita desu" (My name is Nobita), and thankfully, she laughed instead of telling me I was being a weirdo.
Then, suddenly, that night, I fell sick. I had a fever and felt really tired. I don't know if it was because I wasn't used to the climate, or because I was exhausted from the holiday, or if I had food poisoning. But I was stuck in bed for a whole week, which ruined my vacation. But there was a silver lining: Shizuka would come by to chat with my parents, give me candy and buy me milk among other stuff. My mom even joked that I should ask her to marry me, but luckily she didn't understand my language.
About 6 days later, I started to feel better and was able to walk around and exercise. Shizuka bought me porridge, and I was so touched. Was there really someone this nice in the world? But then I ate it, and I got a fever again.
I didn't realize it at the time, but now that I think about it, that was suspicious.
I had the fever for another 3 days, and I was only well enough to go outside and look around, but I couldn't eat anything without feeling nauseous. During that time, Shizuka kept me company, and I felt so happy. As a loser of a weaboo, this was a dream come true.
Then, one night, I couldn't sleep, and I woke up feeling grumpy and didn't wanna grab breakfast. My family went without me, so I was lying in bed looking at my phone.
"Click"
Shizuka came in.
I greeted her with "Ohaiyo Gozaimasu."
She greeted me back, opened her phone, and used Google Translate from Japanese to Timor Leste.
What I heard next was like a dream.
"I really like watching An-san lying there helpless and tired like this."
That afternoon, when my family came back, I had to wear a lot of clothes to hide the scratches and bite marks all over my chest and stomach.
We never contacted again, but I remember the hotel name, address, and I kept a picture of us together.
I miss you, Shizuka.
This year, for my birthday, I'll probably wish to travel and see you again.
