Recently I changed my Facebook name to incorporate my middle name, Miki. If you never read my blog before then you probably don’t know that I am half Japanese. Miki in Japanese means future hope. At first I used to hate my name, let me explain.
Throwback: When I was younger I used to hate that I was even half Japanese. A lot of the time I got made fun of for having different eyes or being told by others that I am suppose to be good at math because I am Asian. Being different to me meant that I would just get made fun of. When I was younger I didn’t understand why out of all my siblings I looked the most Asian. I would get made fun of things I brought to lunch. I don’t want to make this some sob story. I will not say I was bullied because I think bully is very intense word, and that’s not what happened to me.
Now: I have realized how proud to be who I am. How many people can say they were born in a different country in America? I can. I love that I can have authentic Japanese food from my mom, and I love that I have two amazing cultures to learn from. Being different is not a bad thing, if anything it is a good thing. Being different has brought me so many opportunities, and has also opened my eyes to a lot of different things. Now that I have realized this I am definitely open to so much more. It makes me sad that there are still people today in society who think different is bad, because in reality different is what has gotten us to today.
So yes my middle name is Miki, and while it took me a while to realize that it doesn’t suck to have a middle name that is a Disney character it took my longer to realize that everyone should be proud of what they stand for, and who they are.
When I was little!
All the sororities on Butler campus have chefs. Our chefs at my house at Wayne and D. Me and D have a love/hate relationship although if he saw this post he would say there is no love because that’s awkward because he’s our chef. Instead I am going to say a like/hate relationship.
It all started when I decided to give D a little grief about his Asian cuisine skills. Being raised on homemade Asian food my whole life I’m used to my mom’s authentic Asian food. Sometimes I can be a real pain in the butt when it comes to eating others Asian food who are not Asian. The things I am especially picky about are rice and any Japanese food. Chinese food and Korean food I don’t really judge on because I am not a good judge at all!
I’m sure D hates me when I do this. It’s not that his food isn’t amazing because it really is good! Everyone else doesn’t complain, but I just give my little critiques here and there. My mom thinks it’s funny, and she’s starting to realize just how Japanese in food she raised me. I think I am becoming more picky than my mom. There are some foods that I like that not even native Japanese like. For example, I love natto. Natto is fermented soy beans that you eat with rice. It looks disgusting but to me tastes amazing, to other Japanese not so much.
Natto with rice!
Also my mom recently has started to buy instant miso soup. My mom thinks it tastes really good for instant miso soup. I cannot do instant miso soup. I know that may sound like I am super high needs, but miso soup is only good when homemade. I literally think I could eat miso paste, just kidding I have before… That also is probably disgusting for some.
NO NO NO. I hate instant miso.
The point is that I miss authentic Asian food.
In case you didn’t know I am half Japanese. My mom is from Japan, and although she doesn’t think so she has an accent, but it makes everything ten times better.
It starts to get funny when I can hear my mom’s accent come out through text messages. For example, the other night my mom texted me a picture of our cat with evil looking eyes. She continued to go on and explain to me how the cat escaped, so I suggested that maybe the cat is not happy with life. My mom thought that was a ridiculous statement. She then went on to tell me what happened. If you are friends with my on Facebook then you already know the story, but if not here is what my mom texted me word for word. I changed nothing about this text. This is 100% my mom.
“Hey you must be boring since you don’t live with me. So I give you a story. Mikan did a great escape last night. After I went to bed he got up on kitchen counter and tore screen. I left window open about 5-6 inches. And he got through the opening and went to patio, I think. I don’t think he fell to the ground. Anyways, he usually come to my bed in the morning and greet me but this morning he didn’t. But I didn’t think anything of it. Then I went to kitchen and saw screen was torn. First I thought maybe stray cat tore the screen and came inside. But then I heard meaw from outside. I thought “is that Mikan? Nah” but I didn’t see Mikan anywhere so I opened sliding door a little and looked outside, he was there in a corner curled up. I went out and tried to pick him up, but he meawed so loud and ran away form me but not too far so I opened door wider and told him to go in then he went in. but he was meawing so loud for a while. Maybe he had a scary experience last night. I hope he had his lesson! (ghost emoji, eggplant emoji, grin emoji)”
Mikan is our cat who decided to escape. That’s my mom for you. If you think I’m funny you mine as well just thank my mom for my comedy, because all my jokes are based off her. I’m not laughing at her I’m laughing with her…. literally my mom laughs at her own jokes. Gotta love my mom.
My mom doing the Asian pose.