vblogging now?

ok…

in the beginning, my only purpose in blogging was just to practice english while i write journals of what’s happening in my daily life.

i need a place to practice the language because being in japan, the daily usage of english is close to zero, and i do hear a lot from my seniors saying that after spending 4 years in japan, their english language skills deteriorate significantly (but they managed to replace it with the japanese language, obviously).

i don’t want that to happen to me. i want to be able to read, write and speak in BOTH english and japanese. my malay and kelantanese dialect won’t go away that easily, so i don’t have to worry about those 2 other languages.

so i start to blog in english, pushing myself to write at least 10 posts a month.

then i started to enjoy it; which is a good thing because it means that i could earn some language skills while i was doing something that i like.

a couple of years had passed, and i am positively sure that my english is significantly better compared to before i started blogging; so i think this ‘blogging to practice english’ method really works!

so now i can read and write english freely, and although far from perfect, i think i could translate what i had in mind (in kelantanese), into english writings.

although i can read and write, speaking felt to me like it’s on another higher level; and most definitely more difficult.

you have to construct sentences on the fly, and the sometimes ‘hard’ pronunciations really didn’t help much. living in japan, i have no use of my english speaking skills, thus i could understand why i couldn’t speak the language very well.

i need to practice speaking in english!

so it is obvious that the next step to further my english skills is to practice speaking!

hence, i think i should start vblogging now, to practice speaking in english!

so i took my first vblog today, and it was pretty bad. but you have to start somewhere right?

i know my first vblog does not have much content that someone could comment on, but if you have any advice in vblogging, please share it with me by commenting.

[note]

to those who didn’t know:
> my mother tongue is malay
> i use kelantanese dialect when speaking with another kelantanese
> english were thought as a secondary language since i was a child
> i also speak japanese (fluently, i hope)

here is the video:

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anyways, it snowed a lot today and the front of our apartment is covered with thick layers of snow; and it made it hard for anyone to move around.

this is the car park in front of the apartment, and i guess those cars would have a little bit of problem moving out of there.

this is the stairs going up to our apartment. the wind is so strong that it blew the snows, covering the stairs up with whites.

Sasaki Nozomi

It’s still summer holiday and I’ve been doing a lot of meaningless traveling and short trips to weird but fascinating places; but unfortunately I can’t blog about it because it would basically ruin my reputation and future prospects.

In doing that, I’ve also lost the time and will to write anything new on this blog, so I apologize to those who said that they come to this blog because I update it frequently.

Anyways, I’m taking a break from going to weird places doing stupid things because ramadhan is coming up and I want to start focusing on my presentation that I’m going to give next week.

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Anyways, this is Nozomi Sasaki (佐々木希), the Akita Bijin (秋田美人) slowly rising to fame in the Japanese entertainment world. Her first prominent tv appearance is on a comedy show, and she got tremendous attention afterwards when the cameramen loses his concentration and tried to constantly zoom in to her face only, ignoring the other guests present. Then she got called「鬼のように可愛い」by the M.C., which means cute as a demon.

Here’s a quick profile:

のんちゃん Non Chan

1988/02/08

Akita City

168cm

80 – 58 – 82 cm

Fashion magazine model + gravure idol

There are better pictures that you could find on the internet. Some of those can be downloaded here. I don’t care if she’s a demon, who would?

orang malaysia nih tak reti bahasa jepun !

Tadi Esyam ada citer pasal sorang prof jepun nih yg kutuk org mesia sebab penguasaan bahasa jepun kitaorg tak power. Sungguh menarik kutukan itu, sampai buat aku terfikir2 even dalam kelas. Aku terfikir, kalo la aku yg kena cakap mcam tu, mcam mana nak lawan balik, demi maruah org mesia? Kena la lawan kan, mana bole serah kalah mcam tu aje! So sebagai persediaan, aku ambik masa untuk fikir mcam mana nak jawab kutukan nih.

And this is what I came up with:

(aku tulis dalam bentuk percakapan, bukan writing)
そうですね！ダメですね！2年間も日本語の勉強をしているのに、なぜか日本語を上手に扱うことが出来ない！これはダメですね！
やはり、3ヶ国語を上手に喋れるようになるというのは、非常に難しいことであり、長い時間を取りながら、一生懸命にやらないと、日本語は上手にはならない。やはり、マレーシア人にはマレー語と英語しか出来ないのですかね。。。
僕＠私が知っているマレーシア留学生に中で、もちろん日本語が上手な人もいます。でも、ほとんどは文系の学生です。理系の人で、日本語が上手なマレーシアの留学生は本当に数少ない。理系のマレーシアの留学生は頑張り足りないのでしょうか。。。
まあぁ。。。他の国の留学生に比べれば、少ししか差がないのですが、成人の日本人と比較してみれば、マレーシアの理系の留学生の日本語の能力はダメですね。。。だって、中学生のレベルの日本語しか喋れないんっすよ！
文系の留学生と同じように、理系の留学生も日本語だけではなく、国語の勉強もやらした方がいいかもしれません。
昼は専門の勉強で、夜は国語！遊び時間がなくなり、ストレスの貯まりやすい状況になるのですが、これは完璧な日本語能力を掴むために、これは仕方がないかもしれません。そうしたら、先生に「マレーシア人は日本語下手だな。。」と言われることもなくなるでしょう！

Mesti la, kalo aku kena kutuk mcam tu gak, mana boleh jawab mcam ni terus, on the spot. Tapi at least, skang aku dah ada sket buah2 idea yg bole dipakai untuk lawan balik, nanti kalo aku pon kena kutukan mcam tu jugak, at least dah practice sket. Bole la lawan sket2, tapi seperti yg korang bole baca, cara aku balas bukan dengan cara berkeras, tapi kita angkat and julang pendapat dia, dan buat mcam expectation dia terhadap ability seorg foreign tu untuk jadi power dalam Japanese, foolishly high. Foolishly fucking high. Dia kan prof, org yg pandai, so mesti dia bole faham nuance sarcasm dlm jawapan tu. Pastu kita kena yakin, memang expectation dia terlalu la tinggi; sedangkan diaorg pon tak reti English, tapi nak kutuk kita tak reti Japanese plak. Penguasaan bahasa asing nih bukan nya senang, lebih2 lagi kepada org 理系. Tak gitu?

TAMAT.

sepuluh hari bulan empat

i do my shopping for new clothes only once or twice a year, and i chose today to buy some new clothes because suddenly i got bored of the adidas jumper that i’ve been wearing for the past 4 years.

i bought a blue jacket and a long sleeve shirt. i don’t really care about fashion, but i believe in dressing decently. i think the shirt matched the jacket well enough. i don’t buy any pants because i got more than i needed; plus i bought a new levis jeans last year, and that should last me another 2-4 years.

on the way back, i got stopped by (again!) christian missionaries! and this time, they’re americans! they said they’re not from the jehovah witness church, but some other church that i don’t remember the name. i don’t know what is wrong with these christian missionaries; they are very friendly at first but when i said that i’m a muslim, the ‘friendly’ expression on their faces changed into ‘troubled’.

they got nothing to worry about because i forgot to bring my bomb-strapped-jacket along.

but it got me thinking; why are there so many christian missionaries here in akita? when i was in nagano, i never met these people. maybe these missionaries are attracted to the 3 things that are famous in akita: the komachi rice, the komachi sake and the akita bijin (美人-pretty girls). looks like the christian youth, just like the muslim youth, are also horny to fuck?!

hahaha i’m just kidding. being horny to fuck got nothing to do with any religion. it’s a natural thing.

maah, forget about that; what is more important is that i got my xbox360 back from the repair shop; and it’s all free of charge! fuck yeah! now i can get my game on again! i already ordered condemned: bloodshot; can’t wait to play that and be spooked out of my mind!

last week i ate udon. then i took the picture below at a 100yen shop.

lastly, to end this totally random post; a peaceful picture of aragaki yui being trapped inside a shower of artificial rain. she should do more stuff like this. so sweet, so relaxing.

snowboarding is pain

I woke up this morning feeling excruciating pain all over my body. Each time I made a simple movement, it hurts. Every time I tried to lift up my arms, it hurts. A small lump of pain appeared of the left side of my throat and my shoulders are stiff as a board.

But I’m not going to talk about today. I’m going to talk about what I did yesterday.

Yesterday, I went snowboarding with pojik and zarul. The last time I snowboard is one year ago, so I have to be mentally prepared to fall a lot because I know I’m not going to remember what I have learnt before about snowboarding during my previous attempts at it. And fall, I did. A lot. And I guess although my mental side is ready, the physical side of me is not.

I snowboard like only 2-3 times a year so there is no way that I’m going to be good at it.

I sucked! Of course the main reason of this is because I don’t snowboard that much to obtain the required skills to be called ‘good at it’, but until now, I didn’t realize that I was THIS bad. If my memories were clear as the blue sky at the Juenese Ski Park yesterday, I thought I didn’t suck. Far from good of course, but definitely not on the level of suck; that was my previous assumption about my own snowboarding skills. Oh how wrong I was.

Getting your body slammed several times to the ground at high speed is painful enough, but nothing can be compared to when getting your dick squeezed between you body and a slump of hard snow, at high speed with full momentum from the fall.

I was so unfortunate yesterday. I was speeding on a steep slope. Feeling the cold breeze at this speed is fun and awesome! Then after realizing that if I don’t slow down, I’m going to lose control and hit a deer or something, I tried to do a cool, fast break; like the pros do it on tv. I forgot. I still suck at the sport. Lost balance and I got my body slammed to the ground very hard. And by some divine magic, during those crucial milliseconds of my mishap, I have succeeded to get my dick placed right on top of a slump of hard snow; and I let the momentum and speed of my body to slam my poor wang. Or shlong. Or weiner. Or pecker. Or knob. Or rod. Or shaft. Or phallus. Let’s just called it a male genitalia ok?

I must say. It was fucking painful. Damn!

I want to put my hand into my pants to make sure that everything is attached but I can’t really move because it was painful. So I just sit there, rubbing my little brother from the outside of my pants. I looked up and there comes a girl skiing down, staring at a foreigner who was rubbing his crotch like crazy. No matter how much you stare, you won’t understand the pain o little girl!

Then a sudden fear comes into play. What if it was squashed during impact? What if it was bleeding? I don’t want to have to say to my future wife this: before I ask to marry you, I have a secret to tell –> my dick is squashed and looks like a flatten banana balloon because I slammed it onto a slump of hard snow.

So I have to check whether the smaller (not the best word to describe it) part of me is functional and 100% OK. During these times of emergency, I wish I had a catalogue of women’s lingerie with pretty models in it to help me. Unfortunately, I don’t have those so I have to use my imagination. I used my extraordinary imagination to visualize all sorts of things that could turn that little guy into HULK, but all was in vain.

I was really freaking out; and then I remembered the time when I was just 8 years old at school. We had an English class in the library and the teacher (a pretty chinese-kelantanese young lady) told us to draw some pictures of animals. After giving her orders, we started our assignments on the floor while the teacher returns to the observing desk. I was sitting right in front of the teacher’s desk and to my horror, or joy, the pretty teacher sits on her chair with her legs opened, not knowing that the whole class could see her crotch clearly. To top it off, she’s not wearing anything underneath those silky white skirts so I could see clearly her unshaven secondary women lips(it’s not a short skirt really, just on the knee line). I called my friend and ask him what the hell am I looking at, but he just told me to shut up so I continued to draw, while being very confused. At that time, I thought she had a horrible accident during circumcision, and I was pretty shaken by that thought. Damn, I should have looked a little bit longer because it would take years and years more before I get to see that again at this close range. Shaven.

After that brief moment of my fabulous history being brought back into my world of imagination, at last I got confirmation that the little guy is beginning to get angry and could turn into a full, bigger and harder than a rock HULK the green beast. I was so relieved. So after knowing that my banana and his two coconuts are okay, I continue snowboarding until its 3 p.m.

Before leaving, I had a shrimp burger and the sweet thing about this is that when I bought the coupons, I put 500 yen into the machine and it gave me back 710 yen! I’m so lucky. Then we brave the cold waters to take wudhu and performed solat in the changing room.

On the way back home, the three of us made some pretty weird conversations and had vowed to not speak the contents of the conversations to anyone else, so it was kinda cool. Then we hit the local sushi restaurant, and I ate like 5 plates only because I was just too tired to eat more.

Got back home, and went to sleep. Then I wake up this morning feeling like a train wreck. Then I did the laundry and watched appleseed ex machine; which is awesome. Then, because I have nothing else to do, I thought it would be fun to write about what I did yesterday, so here I am finishing my thoughts about that. Until next time….

*p/s: by reading today’s post, now you know that my childhood experience kinda affected my current state of mind a little bit. Might be funny, but not a pretty thang!