Good Times in Tokyo

See what happens when people stop being polite and start getting oolong'd.

01 October 2005

Hi-C Party

Tonight was the Hi-C party. Hi-C stands for Hosei International Club. There were rumours flying around that these people were weird. But since all things japanese are a bit weird I didn't pay much attention to the warning. But you heard it here, these people were weird. Probably among the strangest I have met in Japan. It was pretty awesome. Some of the people inthe club were normal, but overall. Just weird. For instance, some guy named Ayumi was wearing big baggy clothes with work boots. With a black yankees cap and a diamond encrusted razor blade for a necklace. True story, I'm not making it up.

Japanese people can also not hold their liqour at all. A bunch of guys were trying to drink as many beers as possible,(side note, this event was at the bottom of the school in the cafeteria...Baylor this is not), and after two they were already well mashed. And they loved to just say random bad words in english that made no sense. So just imagine about 15 foreigners with about 30-40 japanese people in the basement of a school in tokyo with about 10 rando drunk japanese students trying to say bad words in english.

These people would ask me for my number and I would give away my email address like every 10 minutes. And the thing is, they actually call/email you here. I got an email right after the party as I was walking home from one girl saying the party was fun and we should talk again. Oh, the joys of living in a friendly culture.

And speaking of friendly, tonight on the train on the way home was get friendly time. After we transferred trains to the express train (an express train only stops at a few of the stops in between stations) people came from all over to join us in the train. It was seriously the most packed I have ever been. I was with two guys, Quentin from Jean Moulin III Uni in France and Daniel from Reading Uni in UK. We basically were all smooshed into the space where one person would normally occupy. Then the train stopped in the middle of the trip for about 2 minutes and Daniel was convninced we were going to die packed tight. At this moment I realised that there was a women in between me and the man next to me. At one point, Daniel thought his phone was vibrating but it was the man two people away from him. We all definately were a lot closer than any of us ever thought or rather wanted.

As a boring sidenote, I got my alien registration card today. Basically this is my sole mode of ID now. I don't have to carry my Passport and all that around anymore, not that I did before. The odds of a cop stopping you for anything is slim to none. I think the police here are just around for decoration. I also got my Japanese National Health Insurance registration. All the europeans were complaining on how expensive the insurance is, whereas I was amazed how cheap it was. Oh the joys of socialised healthcare and progressive society.

Yesterday I had to go in for a health checkup for all Hosei students. It's just like a physical with an X-ray. When the doctor was explaning the xray to me, I got some Japanese mixed around and I thought he told me that I had tuberculousis. Finally I got it that he was just saying my lungs were healthy and free of problems. Probably a good reason to continue working hard at the Japanese. I found out that in general I am healthy and good to go. All that walking and rice is paying off.

And I will end with the mandatory "Tokyo is so expensive" complaining. Tokyo is so expensive. It really takes a while to figure out how to save money and where to go to save money. When you just get in the country, I guess it's way to easy to spend as much money as you do. Hopefully this next month, I can figure out more ways of saving money and getting a part time job. I found an article about prices in Tokyo the other day and it was pretty good. Apparently Tokyo isn't as bad as it once was. But kansas city this is not. Getting something under 100 yen (about 90 cents) is pretty rare. Everything here is individually packed and bought seperately. (which adds to the waste problem as well) There is no such thing as a 12 pack of pop and only once I saw a 6 pack of beer. So if anyone hears about any ways of saving some money in tokyo, even a dollar here and there, share the wealth. litterally.

1 Comments:

  • At 2/10/05 07:57, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    High Prices for a High Class man!!

    Miss you!! Don't bite the mailman ;)

     

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