Showing posts with label being a gaijin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label being a gaijin. Show all posts

Sunday, May 1, 2011

ねー、好きな人いる?or, Things Japan Has Taught Me About Love

1. Asking a guy what days he's working is considered gutsy.

I learned this firsthand when I texted Shino asking him what days he was working because my Japanese housemate wanted to meet him. As soon as I told her this, she flipped out. "MELISSA," she said (and we were at a restaurant so she kind of shook the table), "THAT'S SO BRAVE!"

Was it? The look on my face was one of mixed feelings, namely girl are you forreal and did you just spill some of my food when you shook the table? In the US, this kind of thing is totally normal. Maybe not something you'd do depending on how shy you are, but it's definitely not out of the ordinary. I mean, you wanna know and he has a phone, so why not, right?

But what I learned in Japan is that straight up asking something like that is out of the ordinary. Not enough to be a cultural manifesto, but certainly enough to make you the odd one out at the dinner table. Suddenly, because of a simple question, you are the Brave One. You have Guts. You can Get Your Ass Out There and Text a Guy a Question!

Let me just say this, though: I've met my fair share of equally Gutsy, Brave and YGYAOTTGQ-esque Japanese girls. They, like me, disregard boundary lines. They don't care how long they've known him, if they have a question they will ask it and if it's not answered, they will send a witty and well-crafted reminder message. They will prove to the world that they don't care whether or not he'll think she's too upfront. They will do what they want, just like me (although in my case it's probably because I'm blissfully unaware of most emotional consequences. These girls are, however, smart).

Maki-chan, my housemate, told me she could never say anything like that unless she was really close to him or if they were dating. A question like "what days are you working" could be construed as anywhere from "Oh, she's going to come in and see me on those days" to "She's that interested in me that she wants to know my work schedule?" And those possibilities, she explained, were frightening if he was the person you liked and you two were just friends. Being upfront is a minus sometimes, she told me. What if you're too upfront and it causes unwanted injury?

Which is a concern everywhere, of course. Nobody wants to get hurt, that's a universal thing. But apparently it's not as common in Japan to bite the bullet and just go for it, even if your text may receive a reply that says, "Tomorrow, Wednesday and Sunday" with a smiley face at the end.

2. Japanese people in clubs don't dance.

Conservative Americans concerned with the ever-sinking waistline of low-rise jeans and the surging popularity of rap music, have your field day: bumpin' and grindin' doesn't exist in Japan.

Let me clarify that: it does, but most couples who do it are either foreigners or about to get married. But as opposed to American clubs where people are:

* grinding,
* dancing in a circle (usually more than a few people),
* up against the wall (see the first point),
* standing around the bar trying to look cool with a drink in their hand,

People in Japanese clubs are usually:

* swaying to the music/tapping their feet/acknowledging that a rhythm exists though not actually doing anything about it,
* dancing in twos (usually girls, side-by-side, and not so much dancing as moving their arms around and trying to shake a little hip),
* standing around in lines,
* crowded around the bar ordering too many drinks at a time.

Now yes, I may be generalizing, but the difference is there and I ain't making it up. When my friends and I went out, we were among the only ones dancing in a crowd--everyone else was just kind of standing there. You know when you go to a concert and people stand in rows facing the front and just kind of sway? Yeah, that's exactly how it went. It was a little better when we went again on a Saturday instead of a Friday, but it was more packed and thus a lot more uncomfortable. I mean, one guy punched me in the face, and I never did anything to him except maybe elbow him in the side. But not on purpose!

I did see a girl once get all up on a guy I'm positive she didn't know, but this story is awkward and unfit for public re-telling. But, mind you, that only happened once.

I've brought this point up to others who have lived in Japan, and they all agree--there just isn't a lot of back-to-front action in Japanese clubs. Yea or nay? Your call.

3. If you like someone, you run to the opposite side of the room and avoid any and all possible communication with that person.*

Remember when you were that shy, timid 8-year-old who REALLY SUPER LIKED that kid in your class with the cool haircut and the awesome backpack, but you just could not talk to himfor fear that you would a) forget the English language, b) vomit all over yourself or c) burst into tears?

Well, this is only slightly like that because we are all adults and it's more of a thought-out tactic than anything (in most cases). But in Japan, if you want to get someone's attention in that way, you basically ignore them.

I have to say, though, that this is pretty ingenious and also takes a lot of self-control that I will never have because I am a child of the Millennial Generation. Think about it: you're with a bunch of your friends and one of them introduces you to a guy. He says hi, you say hi, and he's cute and shares your interest in post-apocalyptic science fiction novels (just go with it). Naturally you kind of like him.

So what do you do? Simple. For all the times you see him again, you don't talk to him. You make sparse eye contact and focus all your attention on everyone else. He will be SO UTTERLY CONFUSED that he will want to know why you're acting like this, and thus begins his interest in you past post-apocalyptic science fiction novels and your cute smile. He wants to know what brought about your change in demeanor. He wants to know why you suddenly won't look at him.

And with that, you've got him hooked.

Isn't this the most sneaky and underhanded tactic there is? There you go. That's why it's genius.

* Note: This does not work on guys who have brains like bricks, a.k.a. they Can't Get a Clue, a.k.a. they're denser than a block of cement. If you find someone like this, I'm sorry. I've been there. It's a workout.

4. It's not about whether or not he's your Facebook friend (they use Mixi here anyway). It's not even about the phone number. It's all about the phone e-mail.

The day I got (okay, Massiel got it and she shared with me) Shino's phone e-mail, I did a happy dance out the door. The day I actually asked him if I could start exchanging e-mails with him (why do I sound like a misplaced teenager from the '50s?) and he said "Yeah, sure!", I did cartwheels down the sidewalk.

Because this is step one.

It's like texting. No one calls anymore, right? If a guy asks you for your phone number, chances are he's not going to actually give you a ring. You two will text from midnight until dawn. In Japan, cell phone companies made this easier by giving people phone e-mails for free. Forget e-mail on the computer, forget Facebook on your computer. You have your social network on your sleek little phone. You have his e-mail and a wish and really sweaty palms.

And from there, no matter what the country, it's all the same. You go insane when your phone vibrates because it might be him. You spend too much time writing a text because a) it's in Japanese and b) you want it to sound just right by not saying too much and also by not overstepping any boundaries and therefore committing unwarranted cultural faux paus. Easy!

5. Hugs are embarrassing.

Straight out of the Japanese XY-chromosome's mouth: "Hugs are embarrassing!"

Then we threw ourselves on him in a fit of foreign diplomacy (wink, wink).

Just kidding. I would nev--okay.

Still, though, while it is a generalization to say that all Japanese guys find hugs embarrassing, the truth is that it's definitely harder to get a hug over there than it is here. In America, people you don't even know will give you a full-body squeeze! (How is it that the actual description of 'hug' sounds so much dirtier than the word itself?) You can ask anyone for a hug and they'll be like, "Sure, sweetie!"

But in Japan, hugs are intimate things. Hugs usually always mean something. You don't throw yourself on a Japanese person for a hug unless you're both really, really close or really, really drunk or you're confessing your love to that person while you are wasted (just trying to get all the possibilities out there). Hugs are the climaxes in romantic novels, manga, dramas and movies. Not sloppy, all-over-the-place-too-much-tongue kisses, but hugs.

So if you find yourself not having the best day and all you need is a hug to make it better? Hopefully you're not in Japan. And if you are...well, there are some really cute pillows on the market.

6. How to tell him you like him: you actually just tell him.

Despite the fact that romance in Japan seems to be the very definition of subtle and understated, here is where they concept gets totally thrown out the window. After you've ignored the guy you like and played hard to get and texted him very carefully worded mails for a long time, what do you do? How do you finally let him know what's up?

You tell him. Straight-out. You CONFESS. (Dun-dun-dun.)

Over the years I have decided that confessing your feelings is the way to go, because as I said, I am a child of the Millenial Generation and I like fast things. It just works, especially if you won't see him for a long time or if you're sick and tired of flirting and playing games and you just want to have him know that you fancy the ass off him.

Remember subtlety? Remember mind games? Remember being sneaky? Yeah, forget all of that. The language of a confession is as simple as: "Hey, I like you!" Too complicated and you'll lose his attention--you know, all that attention you worked so hard to ignore him for.

Just make sure you tell him in a language he understands. Because even if he says he knows English? The chances are low that he'll be able to understand you babbling about your feelings at a rate of 150 words per second.

The end! (for now...)

Saturday, January 15, 2011

つかれた~

Since my last post, LOTS OF THINGS HAVE HAPPENED. In another language, that's いっぱいことがあった。(Ippai koto ga atta.) And although the date of this post says Saturday, it is in fact Tuesday the 18th. Here is a day-by-day guide of Melissa's Life Since Last Tuesday, because I'm lazy and the easiest way to do this is day-by-day. GO!

TUESDAY

On Tuesday I went to get my alien registration card, also known as the がいじん/外人/gaijin (which means foreigner) card, also (officially) known as the がいじんとうろくしょう/外人登録証/gaijintourokushou. This was an ORDEAL even though I don't think it was supposed to be, mainly because I looked up what to do and where to go online, and apparently the Japanese government doesn't do well in updating their websites. You'll see what I mean in a bit.

So my dad and I set out Tuesday morning to Nagoya city hall, or the 市役所/しやくしょ/shiyakusho. The Internet said I could go to the city hall to get my gaijin card. WRONG. We showed up and they were like, oh sorry we don't do that here. Commence headache one. They told me to go to the ward office (in Japan, cities have different wards, like how New York has boroughs). The nearest one was for Naka-ku, or the Naka ward, and I distinctly remembered the Internet also saying that I could sign up for my card at any ward office even if it wasn't the one I lived in. So we set off for the Naka ward office in the middle of downtown Nagoya. Guess what they said when I got there? Yeah. I had to go to the ward office of the ward I was actually going to live in. Commence headache two and also EXCUSE ME WHAT, PLEASE UPDATE YOUR WEBSITE WITH ACCURATE INFORMATION. They let me fill out the required forms there, though, and kindly put everything I needed to give to the other ward office in a folder so I wouldn't have headache number three. So back into the subway far away to the Showa ward office. Finally, this was the right one, and everything got thrown together into the magical pot of alien registration. I don't have my card yet, though--just a temporary certificate (that I had to pay 300 yen for...no surprise there) and a paper that says 'you will get your alien registration card soon.' Gee. Thanks. I sure hope so.

(During that time my dad asked if I needed the Japan National Health Insurance, whose booth was conveniently located right next to the alien registration one. I said no, because I really thought so--I have international health insurance, after all. Was I wrong? Yes. Japan only takes Japan National Health Insurance, apparently, so I had to come back to the ward office a couple of days later to register...and then a couple of days later after that to pick up my insurance card. They know me there, they really do.)

Then I went to get my cell phone. I couldn't before because I hadn't registered at the ward office as an alien and didn't have anything that said I could own a cell phone legally. But now I did! So off to au. Au (pronounced as the letters are: a, u) is one of the major Japanese cell phone companies next to Softbank and DoCoMo. (If you want an American comparison, Softbank sells the iPhone, so it's like AT&T. You can decide which ones are Verizon and Sprint.) I like au--I've had DoCoMo and au phones in the past, and from my experience au is cheaper and has phones that are just as good as DoCoMo's. So we went to au and I bought a prepaid phone (pictures below, as usual), and it wasn't very expensive, which was good although I ran out of minutes in a week. Of course, it is me. I might actually wait until I use up all my new minutes and then just go get a prepaid Softbank phone, because I get free e-mail with that, and with prepaid au I can't have any kind of e-mail or internet (which means no texting whatsoever).

While waiting for my phone to be set up the padre and I walked around the area and came across a Mos Burger, which will someday cater my wedding because their fish burgers (and really, anything they have to offer) are the most delicious. So we had lunch there (and of course I took a picture).

And then I went to the dorms: the Nagoya Koryu Kaikan!

We took the subway to Yagoto Nisseki hauling my ridiculously huge suitcase and my rolling carry-on and took a taxi from the station to my school. At this point all the CJS (Center for Japanese Studies; the program I'm in) office had told me to do was go to information. Uh, okay...well, as soon as we walked in the security in the police box (in Japan the police have BOXES) were looking at me funny, so I had to stop and explain that basically I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do. They gave me this look that suggested they had no idea what the hell I should do with myself either, but were very nice and called the CJS for me. Ten minutes later (as my dad put it, "They're calling the Emperor"; supposedly this is why everything in Japan takes 5 times longer than it should) we were walking out the main gate of the school, and the dorm mother came to pick us up.

On foot, naturally, because my dorm is located right outside the school gate and takes about 30 seconds to go from door-to-school. YES! You all know that this is perfect for my lazy behind. And honestly, the dorm isn't really a dorm, either--it's an apartment complex, and within each apartment there are 4 separate rooms, a kitchen/dining room, two toilets, a wash area and a shower. It's really nice despite the fact that if you're not in your room it is FREEZING. Unlike America, where everyone wants to be warm and cozy everywhere they go, Japan only lets you be warm and cozy in your own room. Otherwise, to save energy, everywhere else feels like ice. But, okay, it's not terrible. You do get used to it. And hey, it builds stamina (even though I have a cold right now).

First of all, because there is somehow an inherent need in people who work in dorms for everyone to be introduced to each other in the most embarrassing of ways, we were stuck in the lobby for 5 minutes because I had to meet another student who lived there. His name is Ayumu, but I didn't know that until I met him again at the Welcome Party. Introductions don't normally take 5 minutes, but it was a lot of "So do I speak Japanese to him?" and a lot of "So do I speak English to her?" on his part. That equals, apparently, a lot of confusion and backtracking in languages and translating one's own words. Look, guys. I don't know. It was tiring.

Then to my room. Here's what's in it: a desk with shelves, a bed with sheets, really warm comforters, and a pillow filled with beans (or something--most pillows in Japan are like that, and they are uncomfortable), and a dresser. Needless to say my room is kind of empty. And so was my dresser at first....AND THEN I WENT SHOPPING. But that's not until Thursday, so wait a little bit.

When I got to my room there was no one there, and when the dorm mother and my dad left I was alone in the apartment. It was a bit unnerving because what was going to happen when my roommate(s) came back and there was this unknown chick in the apartment, right? But it wasn't like that. First Shiho-chan came back--she is my Japanese roommate (there's one in every suite), and she is THE MOST ADORABLE THING ON THIS PLANET oh my gosh. How one 21-year-old girl can be so cute is beyond me. But I was standing in the kitchen and then she walked into the house and was like OH MY GOD HI and I was like OH MY GOD HI and then five minutes later our two other roommates came back: Kara, from Indonesia, who has been here since last semester, and Sen, from China/Pennsylvania, who has also been here since last semester but is new to the dorms (like me). Everyone was like OH MY GOD HI, and then we took a tour of the apartment, and then for the next two hours we stood around the kitchen talking. In Japanese. Coherently. I win. (No really guys, this is a huge deal to me!)

That night I went to sleep on my bean pillow, and quickly resolved to buy another pillow sometime in the future. A real pillow.

WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY

Wednesday was orientation. Thursday was also orientation. It was as all orientations go: not very interesting. In fact I can't remember much of it except that a) the placement test was ridiculously long, b) Japan does not believe in central heating (true life: there is no hot water in the school bathrooms and the classrooms are all freezing. More stamina-building, I suppose) and c) everyone is from America. Okay, that's a lie, but mostly everyone is from America.

The first thing we did was take the placement test, and since I had (and still have) a cold I was That Kid Coughing Every Other Minute. The test lasted three hours. WHY. And then lunch with people that had congregated outside the test room. This was our first brush with Japanese university cafeterias; they are, in fact, quite delicious and cheap BUT there are many on campus (I think we have 5 or 6, and also a convenience store and a bakery) so we kind of ambled our way into one. And then we couldn't read half of the menu because most of it was in kanji, so I ordered the first thing I could read, which turned out to be つくねどん/つくね丼/meatballs over rice (okay I know this sounds gross, but it's not the Italian/American meatballs you're thinking of--they are made very differently). The gist of this first lunch is that we were sad at what we ordered (though it was good) because we couldn't really order in the first place, and also that we were REALLY COLD.

Oh,, but we did have konnyaku grape and apple juice, which was basically like sucking fruit jelly through a straw--in order words, the strangest texture ever, but AMAZING. And only a hundred yen!

For the sake of my sanity, we were oriented on the following: drugs (very bad), riding bicycles (bad if you hit people/walk on the wrong side of the road and people hit you), the Tokai Earthquake (extremely bad since no one knows when it's going to happen), pickpocketers (very bad--they come up behind you riding a bike and just snatch your purse away), academics at Nanzan (good) and student life at Nanzan (also good).

We also went to a big gathering-type thing with snacks and Japanese students, wherein we met some more people in our program, had to introduce ourselves via microphone, and met Japanese students including Shiho-chan and Nao-chan (except apparently Nao-chan graduated and was just sticking around). Shiho-chan, however, promised to take us shopping on Friday AND DID. She wins.

Lastly for Thursday we took the subway one stop over to Yagoto for Jusco, which is a department store--kind of like malls, except more compact and there is always a supermarket in the basement and almost always restaurants and/or a hundred yen store on the top floor--and bought clothes. Very successful, that was, especially since they accepted credit card. Japan is a very cash-oriented culture--card isn't accepted everywhere as it is in the US. In fact, most ATMs close around 5 PM, and banks usually close a couple of hours before that. So if you're running out of money and can't find a bank to exchange your traveler's checks and you can't find an ATM that takes international cards, you're out of luck. (Why yes, in fact, that might be me right at this moment...sigh.)

PICTURES:


My phone! :) The round, smiley thing is the mascot for Nagoya Castle dressed up as a ninja. It even has a sword. Oh, Japan.











MOS BURGER, otherwise known as the burger place that has the best fish burger I've ever had in my life. We're getting married. Move over, chicken curry. (There is enough room for all of us.)













The dresser and door of my room.



















Desk.

















Bed (with fashion magazine). And heater, which works very nicely.

















And the view from my balcony! Do you see the snow? Which brings us to the next picture...












SNOOOOOOOOOOOW!
















FRIDAY/SATURDAY/SUNDAY/THE SNOW --> in my next post. To be continued!