Greetings all. It is currently 1:21 AM, and I am at Keith’s place enjoying his recently connected high speed internet. Took him more than a month to get it, poor guy.
Anyway, family consists of Mom, Dad, two brothers and a baby sister.
Mom = Tomoko
Dad = Hiro
6 year old = Ryota
3 year old = Shyota
Baby = Yumi-chan
They are a very nice family but very busy all the time. Despite the tough transition face it is nice to live with a Japanese family to see the stereotype, “all Japanese parents spoil their children” play out in a real life setting. I think I can honestly say that Japanese children, if the ones I live with are any indication of how all other Japanese children are treated, are indeed spoiled, though maybe not quite in the same way we associate with the word spoiled. When I think of the word spoiled I think of material things, in that if I want a new toy I’ll get it with enough whining. However, when it comes to things like food, I have less control over what is eaten despite how much whining I might do. This is the opposite in my family as Ryota, being the oldest of all the children, almost always gets what he wants in regards to food or other things hard to describe in a general category. For example; Mom always asks him what he wants for breakfast, and he usually gets whatever he wants. If he doesn’t get what he wants, complaining starts, and mom gives in rather quickly. The next part of describing his spoiled-ness is the way in which he eats. In the case of Tamago-yaki (Fried egg over a bowl of rice) Ryota always insists that mom separate the yolk from the white and put it on his rice. If it hasn’t been done before hand he complains and whines in a very high pitched obnoxious voice and usually it is then taken care of. Surprisingly enough the other day he complained and started his usual fit of whining when Mom said do it yourself and we reached a new level of almost ear piercing whines and complains. I almost fixed the egg myself as my eardrums were sure to bleed within the next 2 minutes. I see I have written a lot about kids and spoiled ones in my house, so I’ll move on. Any wanted clarification will be graciously given if so desired.
Moving on to my 21st birthday. First off, let me say that no one cares about a 21st birthday in Japan. 20 is the big year here, called Hatachi. It is the official time that one is considered an adult and entitled to all the legal responsibilities and priviliges therein. So, I was forced to explain to my Japanese friends that this was one of the most important birthdays I would remember and thus it had to be like I was turning 20 instead of 21. So we all ate at a Shabu-Shabu restaurant that was all you can eat and drink. Shabu-Shabu is a style of Japanese cooking where you are given giant slabs of uncooked beef that you place infront of a pot of bowling water sitting in front of you to cook it. You can also order vegetables like onions and carrots to go with the beef. It was a great time at the restaurant and I definitely ate and drank my fill. After this we all made our way to the downstairs which was a very large arcade. One of hundreds in Tokyo. We were there for about an hour, playing games, joking and taking a lot of pictures. James and I made a point to play Dance Dance Revolution and I am sure I looked like a complete fool. After that we all made our way to a bar to finish off the evening as Asako and Etsuko joined the party late and hadn’t eaten anything yet. After about an hour’s time there, I headed on over to Keith’s to crash for the rest of the night as my homestay house was too far away to catch the last train leaving Tokyo in time. So in a nutshell thats my birthday experience and it was a lot of fun. I’ll definitely remember it for a long time as I can remember all the smiling faces on all my friends that were there. Good times.
Deftones – Digital Bath