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Name: Yui Yoshida
Gender: Female
Hometown: Northern California area
Home country: USA
Current location: CA
Member since: Mon Sep 9, 2013, 04:28 AM
Number of posts: 30,914

About Me

Japanese/Hawaiian native born in San Francisco. Dean Democrat. Previous student in Asian Studies at the University of California at Berkeley. Yoshida family originally from Miyazaki Japan. Liliko'i family from the big Island of Hawaii, Buddhist: Jodo Shu ("The Pure Land School"). Cannabis User (Medical).Asian music lover! On twitter: @yuiyoshida1987. Favorite movie of all time:Shin Godzilla. Favorite Game: Monster Hunter Word: Iceborne. On IMVU 11 years.

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Wow

SMDH.

I would imagine it is Rice flour

As for oil you could leave her a message on youtube. She will get back to you, Iím sure.

GAME OVAH!!!

TOUCH DOWN RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIDERSSSS!!!!!



:p

Read the tittle...POC

" POC aren't buying the "Bernie's been fighting for you all his life so you should vote for him"

I am part Native Hawaiian, and Part Japanese, neither of which is Caucasian. I hate it when people use broad brush statements like POC will not vote for Bernie Sanders, when that is totally
untrue.

for your use its "arigatou" and my reply is

"dou itashimashite" (you are welcome) now you have learned another Japanese word. I wish i knew some south pacific language, and I know very little Hawaiian, my parents will not teach me.. though they encourage me to keep learning Japanese, mostly cause its not about to die off like a native Hawaiian language might, some day. I tried to find out why my family were never shipped to internment camps during WWII. It was mostly because of our Hawaiian blood, ..and some Japanese families were shipped off to the mainland for Internment camps, but those with Hawaiian Native blood never had to. Many were shipped to the main island, for a camp there, but I am not even sure if my family went. My mothers maiden name was "Kāne" which she swears is a Native Hawaiian name.
Its funny, in Japanese, "Kane" means money, so of course the old joke there is my father married my mom, for the Kane (money).

I don't know the other Hawaiian names connected with the family, but I do know that during WWII my granduncle who had been on Hawaii for a few years, had the last name of Yoshida but changed it to his wife's name "Māhoe" so he wouldn't be taken to the mainland. He kept the name and no one bothered him about it.

Bet you guys haven't seen this yet...




WE FOUND OUT WHERE YOU CAN BUY THIS SHIRT!!!

http://www.redbubble.com/shop/bernie+sanders+t-shirts

$25.42

Yes...

Why I HATE going to Benihana :

The most embarrassing thing for me ever was once going with a girl friend to a Benihana Restaurant in JAPANTOWN here in San Francisco. Benihana always takes groups of people and put them at the same dining table. Now it just so happened there was a family from South Carolina visiting Japantown and stopped in to try some of that fancy smanchy "Jap-OH-Neese" food. These people were very forward with everyone, and you would have thought We had sat down to their home dining table for dinner. The father checked out the chopped sticks and said..." No~ no~ No!! these won't do" (Meanwhile his 12 year old son had removed the chopsticks from the paper wrapper and were wearing them a-la walrus like up his nose...asking everyone to look at him. ) The Father refused to have chopsticks and demanded the wait staff bring him a knife, fork and spoon, because "WE'RE IN AMERICA and we eat the American way!!"

Since I was at their table, they kept asking me questions all through the meal about what every little thing was, and what it was. Fortunately my friend can read kanji so she was stuck with the task of explaining what soy sauce was, and how wasabi was similar to
Horse radish. The mother wanted me to teach her kids how to use the chop sticks which was totally a useless gesture and I hardly got the chance to eat my own food because Mia and I were stuck explaining every exhausting aspect about Japanese culture and how it was different from Chinese culture. ("What no Fortune cookies? Where are the dayam fortune cookies??."

And of course I had to sit and listen to the father Joke about how sushi was called bait where they came from, and they were not "touching the shit" (Yes, this was said in a public restaurant.) It was the most humiliating experience in my life, and I swore I would never go back to Benihana's if they paid me. The food there was good... ITS JUST I got tired of the daughter pulling her eyes back with her fingers and going "Look mamma, I am JAPO-KNEES"... AND having to explain why the beer wasn't Budweiser.

THere are always posts like this

when ever someone mentions SUSHI. The most embarrassing thing for me ever was once going with a girl friend to a Benihana Restaurant in JAPANTOWN here in San Francisco. Benihana always takes groups of people and put them at the same dining table. Now it just so happened there was a family from South Carolina visiting Japantown and stopped in to try some of that fancy smanchy "Jap-OH-Neese" food. These people were very forward with everyone, and you would have thought We had sat down to their home dining table for dinner. The father checked out the chopped sticks and said..." No~ no~ No!! these won't do" (Meanwhile his 12 year old son had removed the chopsticks from the paper wrapper and were wearing them a-la walrus like up his nose...asking everyone to look at him. The Father refused to have chopsticks and demanded the wait staff bring him a knife, fork and spoon, because "WE"RE IN AMERICA and we eat the American way!!"

Since I was at their table, they kept asking me questions all through the meal about what every little thing was, and what it was. Fortunately my friend can read kanji so she was stuck with the task of explaining what soy sauce was, and how wasabi was similar to
Horse raddish. The mother wanted me to teach her kids how to use the chop sticks which was totally a useless gesture and I hardly got the chance to eat my own food because Mia and I were stuck explaining every exhausting aspect about Japanese culture and how it was different from Chinese culture. (What no Fortune cookies? Where are the dayam fortune cookies??.)

And of course I had to sit and listen to the father Joke about how sushi was called bait where they came from, and they were not "touching the shit" (Yes, this was said in a public restaurant.) It was the most humiliating experience in my life, and I swore I would never go back to Benihana's if they paid me. The food there was good... ITS JUST I got tired of the daughter pulling her eyes back and going "Look mamna, I am JAPO-KNEES"... AND having to explain why the beer wasn't Budweiser.
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