| You Are a Sarariiman! |
 Or "salaryman." Whatever. Treadmill off, treadmill on. Most of the sleep you get is on Tokyo's extensive subway system, since you are putting in 14 hour days. You're a workaholic who works hard for no overtime. And vacations? Forget about it. You spend most of your trip hunting around for gifts to bring back all of your coworkers. |
Friday, January 27, 2006
Never Would Have Thought It
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Gross...I was a Kogyaru! Ugh. That's so not me!! :)
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If it's cute, you'll wear it. Fake and bake, hair bleach, and bright makeup line your bathroom cabinet. As for clothes - anything that's short and cute ("kawaii!").
You are the prize object of all sorts of men - but you are really looking for a rich foreign guy.
He'll find you out hanging out in Shibuya shopping at the 109, text messaging and sending photos over your cellphone.
Somehow, I don't see myself as a salaryman either. I married one who fits this description to the T, but I think I am more of a gossipy housewife (even thought I work full time and have no kids). I mean, I would one if I could.
This is really too disturbing:
"You Are a Henna Gaijin! You're not Japanese, but you wish you were!
You can use chopsticks with your eyes closed, and you've memorized hundreds of Kanji.
You even answer your phone "moshi moshi."
While the number of anime videos you've seen is way higher than the number of dates you've been on, there's hope.
Play the sexy, mysterous gaijin, and you'll have plenty of Japanese meat."
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