When I wrote last, I was getting ready to leave the house to see Frankie Paul. We got to Radix Nite Club. Before we walked through the door I could hear the sweet tunes playing. We met up with Percy, who gave us complimentary tickets. In Japan, when you pay admission to a club a drink ticket is included. So instead of paying 3500 yen to get in, we paid 600 yen(for the drink ticket). Not bad if I may say so myself. We entered and headed straight to the dance floor...the music was soooooooooooooo good! I don't understand how I had to come to Japan to meet all of these artists, it's too funny. Percy came and got us and we met Mr. Frankie "Dancehall" Paul. His performance was really good, his voice sounded like it was a recording. For an old man he sure can still belt out a tune. Near the end of the night Christina, Khaleelah and I went outside to talk to some of the people and take pictures. This Japanese girl was trying so hard to be a Frankie Paul groupie, but the man wasn't paying her no mind. I guess she doesn't realize he's pushing 60 or 70 years old and can't bother. The man was tired, and all he wanted to do was get in the car, go to the hotel and sleep.
Back in the club now, this Japanese dude was getting on my last nerve. It was about 4:30am, maybe later...I'm soooooo tired from being in the sun all day for the sports festival and I'm basically sleeping while standing. The man comes and taps me bout "hi"....steups! you do realize I was sleeping right? I say hi and put my head back down....why does he keep trying to have big conversation with me. I'm thinking to myself "ok Amanda just breathe..." I almost lost it when he tried to put his arm around my back, I moved his hand and motioned with my hands not to touch me. I shouldn't have to say know 5 times before you understand...yea I may be a foreigner but I think no is pretty universal. Some other Japanese girls found the whole incident funny and started laughing at poor dude. I decide to move myself now, and go sit on the table behind where Khaleelah was wining up on the rasta man (don't let her tell you any different, I was too tired to get photographic evidence), and I caught some shut eye. Next, this rasta man...42 might I add comes and hugs me while I'm sleeping. I almost went off, but he got my drift and left me alone. Don't mess with me when I'm over tired...ask Mums, she'll tell you. We left the club about 5:30am because that's when the trains start running and went straight to bed when we got in.
Monday we were supposed to get up and go shopping in Osu, an area in Nagoya, but instead we lazed around for the most part and left the house just after 6pm. We got there, walked around, ran into so many African men that wanted Khaleelah's phone number hahaha oh gosh, you just had to be there. This one guy with his hair blown out, and dressed like he was something out of a music video was trying to talk to Khaleelah with gangster mannerisms. I kid you not. Then he had the audacity to say something like, "I meet other Black girls in Japan and they don't want to talk so I just say F you Biatch"....ummm yea, so Khaleelah told him 2 things about himself and we went on our merry way. He looked so oblivious, like he couldn't understand why what he just said wouldn't make her want to talk to him anymore. The stores started closing so we headed back to Nagoya station. We had dinner at an Indian restaurant called 'Maharaja'...I have no words for how wickedly amazing the food was...sigh. Just after 9pm we parted ways and I headed back home to Aioi. I got home about 12:25am, called OSAP, started my budget and went to bed.
I was so tired last night, I slept until my body woke up today. I think I got out of bed about 11:30am....tiredness is a serious thing. I want to clean my apartment from top to bottom today, wish me luck....now if I could only find a regular mop! Geez.
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