This blogpost covers the day of February 8th, while in Sapporo, Japan.
Thanks to the late sleep, I woke up late at 10 am. Not 8, or 9, but 10 AM. Shame.
This day was more of a frustration and depression day. Just pouting, being miserable, and trying to find a way to book a flight from Sapporo to Fukuoka. The day would be spent pouting in my hotel room while playing Azur Lane, Blue Archive, and watching various YouTube videos. Just simple depression.
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I basically played Blue Archive and Azur Lane for a lengthy while. I briefly went to my hotel’s attached Konbini (APA Hotel), that’s another awesome silver-lining to my hotel. Everything is right there. I came back, attempted to purchase a plane ticket to come up with more failures. No Peach airlines, no Skymark. Thankfully, ANA agreed to accept my card. YATTA!~
ANA (All Nippon Airways) came to my rescue, and I would have a window seat for the flight. I was finally able to secure a flight to Fukuoka, and I also made sure it was from the proper airport. I wanted no more screw ups, and no surprises. I made sure, and triple sure everything was secured. My way to the airport, the time, and everything.
From then on I stayed in my hotel room till roughly 6-7 PM. I pouted, watched YouTube videos, and even cried a tiny bit. I almost broke down from the stress of everything, and the severe pressures of having to eventually go back to a broken Canada in a few days. Yes, I was in the halfway mark, or so I viewed it as such. Even so, I admired my time in Japan, if highly stressed about eventually going back to the intentionally degraded Canada. I did not want to return to Justin Trudeau’s dictatorship, also because I’m not allowed to live there. Only people who are viewed as alleged “minorities” are allowed to live in Canada, not Canadian-born citizens. It’s a new rule made by political activists, morally corrupted Liberals, and just madness. I can’t even obtain a simple apartment, the demand just isn’t there. Supply and demand is horrible. I’m probably not even allowed to live in Japan either, even if housing is more affordable. My issue would then be work. Everything is screwed up for me and I broke down over the fact Canada is in such a bad state to the point I’m not allowed to do anything which keeps me in a human state.
Trudeau pumps in so many ill-mannered immigrants to the point half of them leave, and the other half pretend they own Canada. They’re highly brazen they even pooped on beaches, and other places. The smart ones leave, the stupid ones stay, and everything becomes a cesspool of filth. Poop on beaches, tons of thefts, skyrocketing car thefts, and absolute chaos. They’re brazen, they’re horrible, and they’re ill-tempered. You try reasoning with them, they simply act like the political activists attempting to destroy anybody on the internet. They pretend they can do anything, and they pretend they can’t understand English. They clearly can. Canada is screwed up. We need normal individuals, ones falsely labeled as ‘Alt-Right’, to bring society from the brink of collapse. We need normal people in power, not morally corrupted political activists.
I’m not allowed to be human, nor have a home, nor drive a car, yet Japan showed me the freedom I could have by traveling around by trains and planes. Both inner city and in between cities. It simply peeves me off how I’m not allowed to have a home, nor a car, nor a partner-in-crime. All these stupid games, especially of the Canadian variety, being placed just to kick you down, gaslight you, and pretend everything is your fault when it actually isn’t. People always pretending to justify everything is always my fault when the whole of Canada has even noted it’s genuinely Canada’s fault; Trudeau, Liberals, brainwashed Liberal political activists, brainwashed illegal immigrants, and a screwed up system. Everything is screwed to hell and back.
Other people are allowed happiness and success (of other ethnicities), yet not for me, nor any other white people over fake political gaslighting tactics. You’re not allowed to be Canadian. I’m a white Canadian, I’m what Liberal political activists have been brainwashed in hating. You’re not allowed to celebrate Canada, it’s fake “oppressive”.
During the whole pouting, depression, and the constant brain-fog I’ve also pondered about visiting Sapporo’s beer Sapporo museum. By the time I realized, and even felt ready, I simply stayed longer. It depressed me more. They’re open from 11 AM to 6 PM, and I was depressed for a lengthy amount of time. I simply broke down. I’m not allowed anything, and I broke down over the combined reality of everything Canadian related, and loosely with Japan. I’m not even allowed to stay in Japan long-term either. Everything is screwed up, broken, and miserable. Liberals made it that way, and that is an honest fact going around. People know it.
I’m well aware of how Liberals can hijack what I say, spin it into something it isn’t, even pretending the issue is something else, when in reality the world is simply screwed to hell and back. Even Japan is feeling the burn. Canada feels it the most, but Japan also does feel the effects of what the Western World is going through. The intentional collapse and degradation of everything. Nothing is sacred, and even the LGBTQ+ mentally ill people shall pretend Japan is theirs (as noted by Ubisoft Montreal’s Assassin’s Creed: Shadows intentional sabotage) by pretending to care about Japan. Even Japan is genuinely livid with Western corruption to the point they’ve fully exiled and erased everything about Thomas Lockley over falsified academic publishing’s, and other false propaganda nonsense and actual drivel. The real side of Japan is just as furious with fake political drivel as I am to the point they’re fighting back against Western corruption, deleting falsified information, exiling corrupted individuals, and doing whatever they can to stay true as Japanese.
With Valentines Day coming up in Japan (and in general) everything is simply making me crankier. Every time I think of Valentines day, or of a partner, and how people are willing to gaslight me I simply view everything as frustrating. Unfair, intentionally sabotaged, and people falsely noting what I said in half-trues and falsified manners. Gaslighting, basically.
After 6-7 PM – Round One Arcade:
I pouted for far too long, even deciding I should spend my last moments in Sapporo in the arcade for the few moments I have left. Just doing my own thing, overhearing loud fellow foreigners doing their thing, yet feeling all depressed and miserable about everything. Dejected by the past few days, and even my Canadian-related situations.
I eventually felt the need to migrate over to KanColle Arcade in hopes of obtaining seasonal timed cards.
At 10 PM a group of foreigners (Europeans, or so) decided to group around the dance machine. They had their fun, they danced, and they were using other chairs to spectate. Even from the KanColle machine onto the dance arcades. I was doing my own thing, they were doing theirs, and I was simply in my own bubble.
Two random cards were left behind, two of which I obtained to gift to my roommate. They had special markings, something which I had assumed were rejects. They sat so long I simply grabbed them. I didn’t want to see them thrown into the garbage.
Once I felt it was time to pack up and leave I saw to foreigners with their KanColle card deck. Their presence irritated me at the time, especially with how it appeared I was nearly looking at a doppelganger. I felt this scene was to mock me by Japan itself. A very special deck of cards, a special holder to hold them all, and the two of them behaving as if they know KanColle better than I do. I was frustrated by their presence. Made me feel like absolute idiotic, and I was angry over that. I was already feeling down and depressed, this made me feel worse again while on my way out of the arcade. They may have been locals, they however appeared like foreigners.
I walked frustratingly back to my hotel. I was angry. I may have heard more beat boxing from the same guy in the area, that at least made me happy. I desired to record him, though over privacy issues and uncertainties over Japanese laws I restrained myself from doing so. I simply silently admired the guy’s street beat boxing.
I went to Mister Donut to purchase some donuts. Might as well try it out.
I waited in line, was eventually asked what I desired, and I happily purchased the following (donuts have English names):
- French Crueller
- Angel Cream
- Lion
Happy, I ventured back to my hotel room.
I had to toss the the Dry Zero down the sink. Screw that! My fault also, I wasn’t observant enough. Red is better. I basically drank whatever beer I had and light-packed prior to my leaving of the hotel. I’m sure the APA hotel staff were happy they didn’t have to deal with my room switching requests either.
Thanks for viewing! Sorry for the negativities! The following next days are more positive.