a Little taken aback by this

I want to quickly get this out of the way before I continue with my final entry for my KL Trip.

xD

let's get on with today's topic;
a Little Taken Aback by This.

as many know, I like to browse youtube.

currently, my obsession is looking up video for Solo Traveler to Japan.

thus, it make sense when below video pops up as a recommendation

Now, you know I've been to Japan back in 2016 and was so in love with that trip that I planned on going back in 2018.

but let's now watch the video first before you read my next set of thoughts.




First of all,
that hurts.

Second of all,
I think I understand what he meant.

I don't know which part I was most offended on, coz in all honesty, I didn't bother looking for muslim-friendly places while planning for my trip. all I care about is looking for the cheapest hostel!

Back in 2016, I noticed all the things he said, about Japanese being scared. 
We were being stopped at the airport once we stepped out of the immigration.
then on the train, there were EMERGENCY ALERT posted on the train monitor. the National Security is on high alert it says. I already thought that it was becoz of us when I first saw it.
Yes, there are people who looked at us dari atas ke bawah.

but apart from those awkward experiences, people don't really care about us. I mean, time kami bejalan to the station, buying food in the convenient stores, boarding the train. Nobody took a second glance at us. PLUS there are a lot more kind people I met than the judging/scared glance people.

Japanese really is a polite country, if you project the same.

It is true when he said, Japan isn't really Muslim-Traveler friendly.
Even when you try to Google, there aren't much. 
of course lah ada muslim friendly eatery but still those places aren't that easy to get to, at least not to first timer. 
From my recent research, Osaka has a lot of Muslim friendly eatery popping up this year and 2018.
even so, masih limited lah.

anyway,
when you watch the video from start to finish, you are gonna hate Mr. Nobita.
LOL
that's my initial reaction, at least.

I was mostly thinking "and you continued to be ignorant?!"

but then again,
it's not like I'm gona live in Japan forever.

I'm mostly gona be there for at least a week at a time. and all becoz of Harry Potter and Disneyland. 

So, I get what he was trying to say;

1. they are just scared. which is natural. I mean, I would too. better be safe than sorry.
2. it seems illogical to work so hard to accommodate a group of people who would probably just gona be there for a week. or sekali atu saja they visit Japan.
3. They can't just throw away their culture just for short-term visitors.

it's like when we want people to respect our home when they come around.
yes, we try to make our guest feel comfortable but that doesn't mean they can just do whatever they want or be too demanding, right?

so yeah... I understand.

but I'm afraid, I'm a little scared to go to Japan now.

LOL

I hope Universal Studio Singapore would have the rights to build their own Wizarding World of Harry Potter soon.

Kalau bukan kerana Harry Potter, I wouldn't be this worked up about going to Japan, banar tah.

hahaha odahnya...

but seriously, Mr. Nobita can say whatever he wants and I can be offended and decided upon never setting foot in Japan anymore.
After all, the world doesn't revolve around any of us and Japan will remain one of the top choices for female solo travel to go to.

I just wish I didn't watch the video.

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Monkey day

haiya everyone...

ahaha

erm. i REALLY have nothing interesting to post except for this thing that shock the shit out of me this afternoon. and I mean, like, seriously.

there was a monkey. on the window seal of our kitchen. like, it was sitting there picking on whatnot.

i was panicking. there was a gap on the window and I was wondering whether I should close it or run. but what if it got into the house?

and then I saw in his (i assume it's a male monkey) hands an egg. 0_O i guessed he already did get into the house. I mean, he sneaky or what?

So, I braved myself and try and shut the window. that was when the monkey sense my present and quickly (like REALLY fast) jumped onto the mango tree near our kitchen window.

I was super scared and ran for my life into my mom's room screaming, 'ada ambuk! ada ambuk!' poor mom, she was sleeping. and when she heard my scream she sat up right, shocked. i quickly told her it was gone though. (am sorry. i was laughing as am recalling and writing this down. sorry mom..). WHAT? i was panicking, ok? i was like, I don't know what to do.

my mom went out with me and into the kitchen. she was looking out of the window and try looked for the monkey on the tree. i was standing just outside the kitchen, too scared to go near the window. my mom said, the monkey was looking back at her. (kabal ambuknya ani..)

So, mom told me to shut the window and i went back to watching the TV while mom got back into her room to get ready for work.

After awhile i was passing by the kitchen again when I wanted to go to my room. the monkey was picking his kutu, relaxing on our on the kitchen window seal. I ran again. this time, to tell my mom to quickly come out and see for herself just how big the monkey was.

i took out my phone and ready to take pictures.



caught in actions. (sorry pictures are not so clear...)

we actually managed to get so near. the monkey had no idea we were watching him. but when he did, he jumped on to the tree again. like, when i made eye contact with the monkey, it scares the shit out of me, it's like, he was holding a grudge on me or something.

mom said he was trying to snatch that Pineapple 'top' that my mom put on the window seal.

I was traumatized. i was paranoid even. he didnt come back for the third time but i kept checking the kitchen in case it find it's way around and got into the house.

i have never been so scared.

what puzzled me is that, where the hell did that monkey came from? I live in a urban area full of concrete buildings, even if it did came from the near by jungle/forest, jauh jua jalan nya ambuk atu...

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