Say my name
Silver Twig“Hii..ukankome”, she texts me, phones me, skypes me, tweets me, googles .
I am melted in her hello. I knew one day that love would sprout.
Speaking of which, we have been named fondly since we were in mom’s womb. Some are named pretty, some are given funny and some are bizarre. Some adopt celebrity’s names and some represent animals. Some we like and some we don’t. No matter what, it is always sweet to hear our names.
My memory reflects the day I met her, the day she started calling me “ukankome”. In fact, my name was given by her, belongs to her.
On that sunny day, I was all alone roaming the Kobe City.
Outside central railway station at downtown Kobe city, the streets were crammed with pedestrians. Hundreds of bars were in line on the other side of shopping zone.
Exploring the city over hours, my thirst headed for a bar. A small bar was just big enough to accommodate a few persons. No chairs, no tables but some stools in the bar. People in different appearances were enjoying their drink.
The hot steaming night was filled with smoke, beer, whiskey, Sake and chattering noises. I was the one among Japanese and blended in. The bar was in full swing.
One pitcher of beer later, I was having a great time with this stunning lady. She was effortlessly stylish but showed off her polite Japanese nature. I must admit, I have been tipsy under her smile.
In the beginning, our conversation was as slow as mixed up with broken English, Japanese and gestures.
“your name, what”, she asked me.
Since my Burmese name “ Agga-Mahar-Super-Senior-Awesome-Silver Twig” is not smooth to tongue,
I told her, “ You Can Call Me Twig”.
To her surprise, she murmured my name and said my name is similar to Japanese.
Since then, she has been calling me “u-kan-Ko-me” in her sweet Japanese accent.
I was born again.
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Hello Mandalay Gazette. Do you have a name engraved on your heart?
As it is my first post I was thinking what might draw your attention. Then, my memoir of Kobe city came into picture.
I guess there is no rule for languages to be posted. My apology! I’m not used to with typing in Burmese which got my fingers twitched to make many errors.
Your comments are highly appreciated.
9 comments
Foreign Resident
November 17, 2012 at 9:28 am
ကို Silver Twig ရေ ။
Kobe မှာနေတယ်လား ။ မကြာခဏ ရောက်ဘူးပါတယ် ။
ဂျပန်မလေးတွေက ဗမာကို ဖေါ်ရွှေတယ်လို့ ခံစားရတယ်နော် ။
တကယ် ထဲထဲဝင်ဝင်တော့ မဆက်ဆံဘူးပါဘူး ။
( ဆိုလိုတာက စလုံးမတွေလို မမေါက်မာဘူးလို့ ပြောတာပါ )
ဖတ်ရတာ ကောင်းပါတယ် ၊ I was born again.
Born ရုံပဲ Born ပြီး ရပ်ထားခဲ့ပါလား ။
အဆက်ရှိမယ် ထင်ပါတယ် ။
ဗမာစာကို အောက်ကဟာ နှင့် ရိုက်ကြည့်ပါလား ။
—http://burglish.my-mm.org/latest/trunk/web/testarea.htm—
စိန်ဗိုက်ဗိုက်
November 17, 2012 at 10:17 am
အော်..
ကို ယူခန်ခိုမီ ရေ…
ဘိုလိုတော့ နားမလည်ပါဘူး..ဒါပေသိ..ဖက်သွားပါတယ်..
Inz@ghi
November 17, 2012 at 11:00 am
မင်္ဂလာပါဗျာ
ဦးလေးနာမည်က ဦးကံကောင်း လားဗျ???
ခင်တဲ့
Shwe Ei
November 17, 2012 at 11:18 am
အိုက်ဒီဂျပန်မလေးကို အက်ဂမဟာစူပါစီနီယာအောဆမ်းတွစ်ဂ်ရဲ့နံမယ်လေးဖြောင့်ဖြောင့်ဖြူးဖြူးခေါ်တတ်အောင်သင်ပေးကျိပါလား :kwi:
မဟာရာဇာ အံစာတုံး
November 17, 2012 at 11:25 am
ဂျာဂျာ ဂျာမှ သိဝူးးး
ဂျာဂျာ ဒို့ဂ မြန်မာလိုတောင်
မနည်း ပြူးပြဲ ဖတ်နေရဒါဂို ..
သူဂ အီးလို ရေးထားတော့ … ပီးရောဘဲ …
ရွာသူ jujuma .
November 17, 2012 at 4:09 pm
ရဘူး ဖတ်တတ်အောင် ဖက် .. (ကောင်မလေးကိုကျောဒါပါ) 😆
နွေဦး
November 17, 2012 at 4:31 pm
ဖြစ်ရလေ ယူကမ်ခိုမဲရေ..
ဂျပန်လို ခိုမဲဆို ဆန်ကိုခေါ်တယ်ထင်ပါရဲ့
ဗမာလို ခိုမဲ ဆို ခိုဖြူခိုပြာ မဟုတ်လို့ဘဲ ။
Silver Twig
November 18, 2012 at 1:42 am
Hi..all, Thanks indeed. I just stopped my memoir abruptly thus reader can continue. Sometimes we need to re-script to get happy ending. I left from japan and so mine is….
အရီးခင်လတ်
November 18, 2012 at 3:24 am
Ohh..Oh …
So you need to be born again.
We all look forward to reading your next chapter.
Will it be happy ending?
:hee: