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.
And if we try to explain further more they would just look all confused so i kind of gave up and just nodded and said hai hai hai nihonjin desu wtf. And then when some real deal Nihonjin came into the shops i would just promptly STFU and get the fook out of the shop because will membocorkan identity wtf. T___T
Well, i must say it’s interesting and i kind of enjoyed a temporary identiy crisis. When i was in Incheon airport last night some rude couple cut my queue then they summore said loudly in front of me in cantonese “go go lui yan gei hmm gam yuen ah!” (means they unhappy i look so begrudging BUT OF COURSE I WAS, YOU BLOODY QUEUE CUTTER) thinking i won’t understand wtf?????? I purposely took out my passport and flashed in front of them but i guess they didn’t see oh well.
Then i started to think how freaking rude this bunch of Malaysian people are before i realized i am in the same nationality category too fml. T______T