On culture shock
Culture shock is eight year olds poking you in the crotch during an important speech.
Culture shock is tentacles for breakfast.
Culture shock is love that doesn’t make any sense.
Culture shock is suicidal kittens.
Culture shock is sticking out. Alot.
Culture shock is the eye of Mordor.
Culture is a haircut you’ll regret.
Culture shock is the sin of satan and the sign of gorgoroth.
Culture shock is drunk people you’ll never see again.
Culture shock is an icy pit of despair, like the cold shadows of Elmo’s broken heart, in the rain.
Culture shock is food poisoning. Again.
Culture shock is minor misunderstandings.
Culture shock is intimidating people at your birthday party.
Culture shock is no one pronouncing your name right.
Culture shock is a twelve month gin hangover and waking up in a strange karaoke bar.
Culture shock is bad formatting, and its getting old.
Once the magic fades, all the flaws can be seen.
Japan’s so nice in so many ways, but it’s terrible in just as many. Why are you still in Japan?
I don’t hate Japan, but sometimes I feel like posting weird things about it. Ok, maybe that’s all the time, but still. I have unfinished business. ;)
It’s almost a poem…
Pretty good photos! Where did you found this splendid collection? LoL