if there’s any place on this planet where Aud and i can become a Japanese, it is Seoul.
I didn’t say that we want to become Japanese, but that was what we became, in Seoul.
In Japan, we are just some weird Japanese lookalike people speaking with a weird accent. In Malaysia, we are just weird. And in Seoul, we are effortlessly Japanese.
Especially in Myeong-Dong, it is hard to argue that we are not Japanese. I think they sort of judge what you are based on your hair color. We were like the blondest people on the streets (apart from real Caucasian blondes). And all the cosmetic store people could be speaking Korean or Chinese to some random passerby on the street, and when they spotted us they would auto convert and spoke to us in Japanese instead and it happens every time wtf. Aud and i could be speaking in English (or in this case, Manglish) and people can still think we are Japanese. Then when we try to explain that we are from Malaysia, they will be like, “oh, so you live in Malaysia? But where in Japan are you from?” wtf.
