Blazing Steel (emblazoned zeal)
I have now secured myself a piece of Japan via the purchase of my own kendo hakama (the pimp fighting clothes that all the kendo fighters wear)...I also got to choose my own kanji for translating the phonics of my name into Japanese...the sounds 'gu', 'ra' and 'mu' (Graeme) and bo- ru (Ball) are now emblazoned on the front of my kendo gear...but here's the even cooler part:
the kanji (Chinese characters borrowed by the Japanese some 600 or so years ago in order to make the language completely impossible and unnecessarily complicated) for my first name mean "scarlet pike of revolution" and the kanji from my last name mean "murderous preciousness"
rekkonize.
At a party recently, I was approached by a stronger-than-average-looking Japanese man. "Hello", I began, hoping to start some friendly conversation. He looked at me with eyes of fire. Smacking his arm onto the table in front of me with much todo, he stated menacingly, "Ahm lesso". The translation of his crappy pronunciation is "arm wrestle". Very well, thought I...I must defend myself against this hostile barbarian. Locking hands together, the man, gritting his teeth, sputtered "zeez eez fo za soru ob Japaaa!" (translation: this is for the soul of Japaaan!).
He had laid it all on the table for this one encounter.
With such high stakes, I knew I must give it my all! I mustn't let the locals intimidate me in this strange still somewhat new land of unpredictability, I thought to myself. Mustering the courage and poise of hundreds of years of European imperialist aggression, I readied to fight. Someone came rushing over to count us down:
"Fibu! Fo! Sree! Tsu! Wan! Fightoooooo!"
The match was watched and cheered by many-a-clubgoer that night...an interesting encounter to say the least.
...needless to say, I am now the proud owner of the soul of Japan.
can't touch this.
the kanji (Chinese characters borrowed by the Japanese some 600 or so years ago in order to make the language completely impossible and unnecessarily complicated) for my first name mean "scarlet pike of revolution" and the kanji from my last name mean "murderous preciousness"
rekkonize.
At a party recently, I was approached by a stronger-than-average-looking Japanese man. "Hello", I began, hoping to start some friendly conversation. He looked at me with eyes of fire. Smacking his arm onto the table in front of me with much todo, he stated menacingly, "Ahm lesso". The translation of his crappy pronunciation is "arm wrestle". Very well, thought I...I must defend myself against this hostile barbarian. Locking hands together, the man, gritting his teeth, sputtered "zeez eez fo za soru ob Japaaa!" (translation: this is for the soul of Japaaan!).
He had laid it all on the table for this one encounter.
With such high stakes, I knew I must give it my all! I mustn't let the locals intimidate me in this strange still somewhat new land of unpredictability, I thought to myself. Mustering the courage and poise of hundreds of years of European imperialist aggression, I readied to fight. Someone came rushing over to count us down:
"Fibu! Fo! Sree! Tsu! Wan! Fightoooooo!"
The match was watched and cheered by many-a-clubgoer that night...an interesting encounter to say the least.
...needless to say, I am now the proud owner of the soul of Japan.
can't touch this.
posted by -Jubei- at 9:35 PM
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