My first Meme- Part 2

Ok, this should be fun for all! It's the Japanese name meme! My name is already Japanese but, based on the alphabet below it becomes totally different from Sushi. Grandpa K, your mother tongue is really complicated!



So, according to the table above:

S= Ari
U= Do
S= Ari
H= Ri
I= Ki

And my "Japanese" name is: ARIDOARIRIKI ! Funny no?
Is that so, Grandpa K? Now, your turn!

1. OSWALD - Moarimeikatate (sounds like america and states. har... har... har ...)
2. CHLOE - Miritamoku (Um... think I still prefer my given name, ha ha)
3. GENG - Jikutoji (Actually, I think it's cute sounding. Arigato gazaimasu!)
4. CONSTANCE - Mimoto arichi katomiku (WOW! Does it sound like an authentic Japanese cuisine? YIKES! I broke it up cos it was quite a mouthful!)
5. DORA - Temoshika (Sounds pretty good huh?! Does it mean beautiful woman?)
6. NESSA - Tokuariarika (macam seterika je... sounds too masculine instead of feminine though)
7. SPIFF - Arinokilulu ... (sounds like something from Lilo & Stitch!)
8. JANICE NG - ZuKatokimiku ToJi (lolxxxxx)
9. MARZIE - Rinkashizikite (WOW! Very hard to pronounce but love that my Japanese name starts with an R!)
10.FARAH - Lukashikari (I hate this name, it sounds like 'lu kasik kari' translated: you gave curry) hahahahah
11. DEBBIE - teku tutu kiku (lol! Sounds like 3 kawaii characters of a very cute Japanese anime! Love it!)
12.RATU SYURA - Shikachido Arifudoshika (Try saying that 10 times in a row without twisting your tongue!!)
13. EMILA - Kurinkitaka (Yummy! Sounds like a sushi dish!)
14. SUSHI- Aridoaririki ( another version of an already Japanese name?)

For this Meme I'm tagging: Daisy

Chopsticks

My Grandpa K was born in Brazil but both of his parents came to Brazil from Japan a long time ago, I believe they came in the second ship. By the way, this year marks the 100th anniversary of the Japanese immigration to Brazil. Since the beginning of the year they've been celebrating and will continue to do so till the end of the year. Grandpa spoke only Japanese up to 8 years old when he first went to school and once there, he started learning how to speak Portuguese. Another skill he learned that he never thought would come in handy was eating with chopsticks. Well, not only eating with them but also using them skillfully.


Ok guys, get ready for this, it's really nasty. One day I was walking with him and did my business(number 2). Suddenly he realized he didn't have any poop bags so what did he do? You guessed it right! He improvised some "chopsticks" made of tiny pieces of tree branches he found on the street, picked the poop up, and dumped in the nearest trash can. One needs to be very good at using chopsticks to hold the "business" firmly during the trip to the dumpster(about 2 blocks away !) I told you this was going to be nasty...Poor Grandpa, sorry for embarassing you too. I'm glad you know how to use chopsticks though. Next time I'll remind you: Grandpa, don't forget the poop bags !

Starting 07- A hell of a scare!

This particular day must have been one of the most eventful days of 2007. We're off to a good start, keep on reading.
Early January morning, my Grandpa K, Aunty H and L left the house to go shopping ( after Christmas sales, who wants to miss that? ). Well, probably my Uncle K and Grandma C for some reason didn't wanna join the others and stayed home. When the 3 of them opened the little gate in the backyard to leave, I thought I was going to go with them but they didn't let me through by shutting the gate behind them. As they were walking away from it they started waving good-bye to me: Bye Sushi! Bye!!! DON'T EVER WAVE GOOD-BYE TO ME! I felt I was missing out a great outing and somehow I manage to squish through the narrow gap in the gate, simply ran away from home and tried to catch up with the 3 of them. I had no luck, I searched all over the neighborhood and no Grandpa K, no Aunty H and no L !! Where could they be? All of a sudden I found myself in a similar backyard to mine, so I felt like home. I was there for a while and the neighbor down the street was really kind to let me play in her yard. I thought I heard my name. It was my Uncle K's voice calling me: Sushi!, Sushi! Then, all of a sudden I saw him approaching the backyard and talking to the neighbor. Next, I was in his arms being taken back home. When we got there, my Grandma C was really nervous and so was my Uncle K. They were in panic, I think. They both told me off and only told Mama when she got home from work. Then again another "telling off" session started, Oh my God why so much fuss? I could've figured out how to do it on my own, maybe it would've taken me longer. Don't they know I have a super accurate sense of smell? Anyway, I thank my Uncle K for having found me, taken me back home and saved me some time.I'm serious now you saved me Uncle K! Thanks and sorry Grandma C and Uncle K. Happy new year!