So, I plan for this to be where I just talk about stuff that happened to me that I find interesting enough to share.
I Landed in Jamaica on Thursday. Here for secondary school since Campion is a better school than I'd get in NI and my father has some family here.
On Friday I had my first day in school, since I had to spend Thursday getting as many books as I could as well as new uniforms (hate these uniforms, by the way. They're the opposite of grand). When I had my first day of school, everyone was really amazingly nice to me. The worst thing that happened was the VP saying I was not allowed to have dyed hair.
Each free session I had, I spent with my sister since she got enrolled as a sixth former there. There was always a crowd around us. I guess it's because Asians from Ireland are not very common, especially in Jamaica. There were a good few Chinese and Burmese there, but only one other Japanese, so my sister and I mainly stuck with each other. Aside from everyone constantly asking me how to say certain phrases in Japanese and some Chinese phrases which got rather annoying, I did not mind the attention. There was one guy, however, who kept hanging around my sister. He didn't speak much when I was around, though. He just sat quietly next to her.
When the school day was done, my sister was sitting in the driver's seat of the car our aunt let her use to get to and from school. She just sat there for a bit. I eventually asked her what she was waiting on, she told me that she was going to drop that one guys home since he said his house was on the way. I was a bit worried about that because we didn't know the roads all that well. She only really knew the way to the house we were staying at and to school. I didn't have a chance to voice my concern when that same guy got in the back seat of the car. He did not say a word. I offered him the front passenger seat and he only shook his head to say no, nothing else.
It was shortly after we drove out of the school that he said the first words I ever heard him say. He only asked if he could come to our house instead since he did not really have much going on. My sister agreed, but I was a bit worried. I said nothing because I didn't want to be rude.
When we reached the house of the aunt we were staying with, we went inside and took off our shoes. That guy did the same thing. My aunt came to the door to greet us and, seeing that guy at the door, put on her best English to greet him as well. Then the strangest thing happened, the guy bowed at the waist and spoke in very off Japanese. I think he said something along the lines off, "Hajimemashite. Watashi no namae wa Dominic..." and then he went on to use words I have never heard before. My aunt did not speak any Japanese. This is because she was from my dad's side of the family, making her Chinese. She looked at my sister and said, "Ta shuo shenme?" Now, I speak Cantonese, but I know enough Mandarin to know that she just asked what he had said. My sister shrugged, I assume that she was at a loss for words.
I didn't correct him and we all stood there in awkward silence for a moment, then my aunt escorted him in with the smile she always has on her face. She took him to the living room and seated him on the couch. My sister sat in the middle of me and him, mainly because I did not want to be next to him. He leaned over to my sister and asked her if his Japanese was bad. I just wanted to watch her response to see if it would give a good laugh. I was not disappointed when she said his Japanese was perfect. He told us that he had spent a while teaching himself Japanese through anime. I had to try my hardest not to explode with laughter. Luckily, he only kept his eyes on my sister and not on me.
My aunt came out with three bowls of congee which she had prepared for my sister and I in the expectation for when we got back from school. She gave one to me, one to my sister and one to our new friend and went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner. We sat down in mostly silence and ate the congee while watching some TVJ (Television Jamaica) programs. The silence was only broken when the man asked about more stuff having to do with Japanese culture.
After the congee was finished, I collected all the bowls and took them to the kitchen to wash them out. When I was almost done, I hear the word "Aishiteru" being yelled by the guy from the living room. Now, Aishiteru is a word that means "I love you". It is a word that no one uses anymore. Like..at all. I look to my aunt who is not particularly bothered by it because she did not know what the word meant. I finish washing the bowls and make my way to the living room as quickly as possible to see the guy on his knees with my sister's hand in his own. It stopped being funny at that point.
I grabbed my sister and pulled her away from the guy because I could see the discomfort on her face. Apparently, he thought that the reason why she was uncomfortable was because he did not pronounce it right and, as such, he tried to say it again but in a different tone. After a few attempts at saying it, he said it plainly in English to my sister. For whatever reason, this made her more uncomfortable. Now, my sister is not the best with rejecting people so I did it for her. I said that the man was crazy and that he had known my sister for less than a day. He responded by spitting the word "Kisama" at me.
Now, my sister may not be the best at standing up for herself, but she treats my like her baby so if anyone tries to insult me when she's around, then she will not take it too well. She grabbed the guy up on his feet by the collar of his shirt and called him a weeb, a racist, an idiot and someone who she will never have any attraction for. At this point, the guy cursed us off and called me a "dirty sister lover" and made accusations that the reason why we were so close was because we were an incestuous family.
I, personally, found that more funny than insulting. My sister, on the other hand, did not take it too kindly and forcefully escorted the man out by his shirt collar. She threw his shoes after him but did not bother going into the car for his bag. She stood just outside the door as the guy stormed off, uttering words like "mi bombo", "rahsclaat, "bloodclaat" and other terms I had never heard before. She then locked the door once he had gone far enough away and said not a word as we went back to watching the television. At that point, my aunt came to the living room asking what happened to the guest. I simply told her that he had to leave early.
I Landed in Jamaica on Thursday. Here for secondary school since Campion is a better school than I'd get in NI and my father has some family here.
On Friday I had my first day in school, since I had to spend Thursday getting as many books as I could as well as new uniforms (hate these uniforms, by the way. They're the opposite of grand). When I had my first day of school, everyone was really amazingly nice to me. The worst thing that happened was the VP saying I was not allowed to have dyed hair.
Each free session I had, I spent with my sister since she got enrolled as a sixth former there. There was always a crowd around us. I guess it's because Asians from Ireland are not very common, especially in Jamaica. There were a good few Chinese and Burmese there, but only one other Japanese, so my sister and I mainly stuck with each other. Aside from everyone constantly asking me how to say certain phrases in Japanese and some Chinese phrases which got rather annoying, I did not mind the attention. There was one guy, however, who kept hanging around my sister. He didn't speak much when I was around, though. He just sat quietly next to her.
When the school day was done, my sister was sitting in the driver's seat of the car our aunt let her use to get to and from school. She just sat there for a bit. I eventually asked her what she was waiting on, she told me that she was going to drop that one guys home since he said his house was on the way. I was a bit worried about that because we didn't know the roads all that well. She only really knew the way to the house we were staying at and to school. I didn't have a chance to voice my concern when that same guy got in the back seat of the car. He did not say a word. I offered him the front passenger seat and he only shook his head to say no, nothing else.
It was shortly after we drove out of the school that he said the first words I ever heard him say. He only asked if he could come to our house instead since he did not really have much going on. My sister agreed, but I was a bit worried. I said nothing because I didn't want to be rude.
When we reached the house of the aunt we were staying with, we went inside and took off our shoes. That guy did the same thing. My aunt came to the door to greet us and, seeing that guy at the door, put on her best English to greet him as well. Then the strangest thing happened, the guy bowed at the waist and spoke in very off Japanese. I think he said something along the lines off, "Hajimemashite. Watashi no namae wa Dominic..." and then he went on to use words I have never heard before. My aunt did not speak any Japanese. This is because she was from my dad's side of the family, making her Chinese. She looked at my sister and said, "Ta shuo shenme?" Now, I speak Cantonese, but I know enough Mandarin to know that she just asked what he had said. My sister shrugged, I assume that she was at a loss for words.
I didn't correct him and we all stood there in awkward silence for a moment, then my aunt escorted him in with the smile she always has on her face. She took him to the living room and seated him on the couch. My sister sat in the middle of me and him, mainly because I did not want to be next to him. He leaned over to my sister and asked her if his Japanese was bad. I just wanted to watch her response to see if it would give a good laugh. I was not disappointed when she said his Japanese was perfect. He told us that he had spent a while teaching himself Japanese through anime. I had to try my hardest not to explode with laughter. Luckily, he only kept his eyes on my sister and not on me.
My aunt came out with three bowls of congee which she had prepared for my sister and I in the expectation for when we got back from school. She gave one to me, one to my sister and one to our new friend and went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner. We sat down in mostly silence and ate the congee while watching some TVJ (Television Jamaica) programs. The silence was only broken when the man asked about more stuff having to do with Japanese culture.
After the congee was finished, I collected all the bowls and took them to the kitchen to wash them out. When I was almost done, I hear the word "Aishiteru" being yelled by the guy from the living room. Now, Aishiteru is a word that means "I love you". It is a word that no one uses anymore. Like..at all. I look to my aunt who is not particularly bothered by it because she did not know what the word meant. I finish washing the bowls and make my way to the living room as quickly as possible to see the guy on his knees with my sister's hand in his own. It stopped being funny at that point.
I grabbed my sister and pulled her away from the guy because I could see the discomfort on her face. Apparently, he thought that the reason why she was uncomfortable was because he did not pronounce it right and, as such, he tried to say it again but in a different tone. After a few attempts at saying it, he said it plainly in English to my sister. For whatever reason, this made her more uncomfortable. Now, my sister is not the best with rejecting people so I did it for her. I said that the man was crazy and that he had known my sister for less than a day. He responded by spitting the word "Kisama" at me.
Now, my sister may not be the best at standing up for herself, but she treats my like her baby so if anyone tries to insult me when she's around, then she will not take it too well. She grabbed the guy up on his feet by the collar of his shirt and called him a weeb, a racist, an idiot and someone who she will never have any attraction for. At this point, the guy cursed us off and called me a "dirty sister lover" and made accusations that the reason why we were so close was because we were an incestuous family.
I, personally, found that more funny than insulting. My sister, on the other hand, did not take it too kindly and forcefully escorted the man out by his shirt collar. She threw his shoes after him but did not bother going into the car for his bag. She stood just outside the door as the guy stormed off, uttering words like "mi bombo", "rahsclaat, "bloodclaat" and other terms I had never heard before. She then locked the door once he had gone far enough away and said not a word as we went back to watching the television. At that point, my aunt came to the living room asking what happened to the guest. I simply told her that he had to leave early.
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