Dance Gaijin Monkey Dance
01. March 2004 | en
Cold sweat and bile in my stomach seems to be a normal reaction here. Krista kick a roommate out (you dont need Ted anyway) Im moving to Taiwan. The sheer shock I received this morning is enough to drive me into shell shock overdrive. you thought I was dodgey and paranoid after living with Mary?? I happily sit down at my desk this morning (I have after all got my bike ride timed perfectly so I can get here and at my desk with 2 minutes to spare heh) and my office manager comes up to me about – yes Kagara. Japan TV fools are taping my Kagara practice on Friday and me and John teaching on Friday and Monday. Then he says something about swimming. (he caught me at the pool once). I thought he was saying I canceled practice for swimming. no. NHK wants to follow me and John around and get `snapshots` of our life in Japan. This includes us at the pool. Whats so bad about this? Ignore the fact I dont want to be half naked on national TV and think of what my darling brother said to me
` Sherrie you really ought to learn how to do something besides the doggie paddle because you like a drowning dog.`
Add to this that John has a tendency to have his chest stroked by old men who are fascinated by his hair at the pool and we have the making of a bad situation. I can already see the black bars in place.
Anyway I refused. Ive never been so forceful in my life. Im sure the office manager is hiding under his desk. This is the land of chotto – or a little bit yes. It means “no but Im too polite and I dont like direct confrontations that come with saying no.” The screaming gaijin who has finally snapped has now driven everyone out of the room. However the bastards are persistent, now they want to film us hiking (hell at least we`ll have clothes on) and us at our house. Maybe they will get stuck to the sticky pads like the NHK lady. (another story for another time).
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Comments:
(04. August 2007)
Fernweh says:
You turned down this ‘once in a lifetime chance’ of getting a famous TV star? You could be having your own Yacht, live on caviare and Champign… And your temper tantrums could have boosted your publicity even more… Paris Hilton would look like a square little girl next to you.
BUT: no…...................
You turned your luck down and ran away from castles and Yachts and chose rather to live on the back of a broken motorbike with a stinky biker in Argentina…
What can you say…
