Friday, June 8, 2012

A Fictional Writing Based On: Alice P. Liddell as “The Beggar-Maid.” by Lewis Carroll

Alice the Beggar-Maid

It happened in summertime some years ago.  I saw her nearby my grandfather’s mansion.  Where she leaned on was an old wall, which was covered with moss and always slightly wet with yesterday’s early morning dew.
She was lifting her hand towards me, in front of her waist.  She wasn’t smiling like flattering, and wasn’t weeping like arousing pity, either.  She was just there, with a quiet, calm, but somewhat provoking look.
Because of where she was standing, --- or, maybe because of how her face looked like, --- I wasn’t sure if she was doing that to me for begging something or not.  Maybe she even looked like she is the one who is offering something to me.
Anyway, I couldn’t notice that she was young as such, till I saw her breasts not grown yet under the dress which looks like it was just a medley of some torn cloths.
Between the cloths, her shoulders were widely revealed --- even one of her nipples was seen off and on; I was shocked to recognize that my eyes were caught by her enough to observe her this further.
Suddenly, I felt it was a shame to leave her skin dingy with dust and soil, noticing her young breast hidden under her dress being so smooth, bright, and fresh.
“Aren’t you cold, my dear,” I called out to her: “even if it’s summer now, your feet would not be happy to be wet and cold every night, would they?”
I slightly got panicked.  I didn’t mean to sound that way --- I realized that I spoke to her in a way as if I was offering her spending a night with me.
While I was wondering what I was trying to intend, she calmly talked back to me: “I won’t mind,” as she said.
“Because they are part of me, and I myself is not bothered for them staying on ground which is pretty nice and cool.”
Then, she stepped her left foot a little backwards, and put it on the low flowerbed border beside her.  As I looked in to her face again, her lips seemed to be slightly smiling --- she seemed like she was proud for her equally speaking to a wealthy looking gentleman.
Or, that wasn’t what really happened.  Her face still looked emotionless --- emotionless enough to make me feel lost.
Although she was young and poor, she seemed to know who she is --- not like me, seeking for who I really am, beside the wealth of my grandfather and my family.
To me, she appeared to be a matured, independent individual --- so I simply asked her name.
Then she replied as if she was singing: “I am Alice, the beggar-maid, as you can see.”
I fell in love with a girl, who is only 6.

I wonder where she is now.

(Based on: Alice P. Liddell as “The Beggar-Maid.” by Lewis Carroll)

Monday, March 12, 2012

Poem, Kinda Like... 2

"I noticed that the cigarette smoke has colors of slight purple and yellow"

When I got home,
went back to my room,
and opened the door,
the atmosphere was turning
somewhat white.

I knew why.

Who supposed to be waiting
for me, never turned
around to say
hello to me;
he was surrounded

by smoke.

I love him.
And I thought he did,

I'm not wrong at all,
I guess.

I had to cough
all the time to stay
near by him,
and I hated it; however I
couldn't quit it.

I lied down next to him.

Coz he'll never
respond to my words,
I have to feel like I'm not
there; all I could do
was to watch the ribbons of smoke

disappearing in the air.

I buried my face into his back.


No comments for this thing...

Maybe, only one thing I wanna say is,
I'm fed up with damn cigarette smoke. :(

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Poem, Kinda Like...

"In the Winter Bathtub, Late At Night"


The water-smoke
was all gone.

there are water-drops
on the window glass.

The largest drop dewed
on the window pane.


I guess
I've forgot
what I was dreaming about.

I'm pretty sure
that I shouldn't...

I have to get outa here anyway.

Just a random writing... XD

I actually wasn't thinking of writing a thing like this these days, but kinda started to feel like doing it, yesterday, in the bathtub. lol

Oh, well, it's been a while since I've last written a poem...
Coz I had a chance to learn how to write a poem at TUJ and felt fun, I long for doing it sometimes. :D

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Here Comes a New Challenger!!

I know that this post seems extremely delayed, coz it was filmed in November 2011... XD;;;

But I know that this one's very fun! ;)

Having a jolly merry happy new year? ;)

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Light And the Shadow - For the Final Test Blogpost

So, for the assignment/test posting for a course, this one would be the last blogpost.

Since this one's going to be an essay-like one, it's gonna be a little boring for some of you who are reading it... lol
Well, pardon me about that, who aren't essentially relating to the course itself! XD;;;


First of all, what are the best and the worst part of the Internet? Everyone who are using the Internet might have thought about that at least once.
And the question itself seems simple, however, it is not that simple as long as the Internet itself has multiple aspects. Multiple aspects, such as information-source, individual speaking-out tool, networking system, etc.
But anyway, Internet absolutely is a flood of information, and that is what makes the system both greatest and worst.
Therefore, in this blogpost, it will focus on people who often are positively trifled by this flood of information; sexual minorities in Japan.

Referred to sexual minorities, first of all, it has to point out what are the greatest goods for those people in the Internet.
They are the points introduced below;
1. Easiness for them to speak themselves out (Japanese blogs by LGBT people)
2. Easiness for them to get information about people like themselves (Brief introductions about LGBT-related terms)
Those goods are obviously attractive for them, because they oftentimes never have chances to speak out what they are, or to know what they are.

About those goods however, they are not always the best, but cause some things almost the worst sometimes.
Therefore, referred to the goods above, here, it will try to point out what the best and the worst aspects of the Internet are.

Firstly, what is the best aspect of the Internet?

That totally could be said that it is the frequency for people's communicating with information.
Here is the example below;
asking Google (Japanese Ver.) the question, "what is gay? (ゲイとは)" →
As it could be seen in the link, there are about 19,300,000 results for the keyword, and in the top of it there are some answers which actually respond to the question itself; Wikipedia page for example.
There, people can easily access to the general meaning of the term "ゲイ (gay)".

Also, there is another way to access the answer for the question; there is Google Scholar if people want some deeper or academic information.
There, it also offers about  3,760 links (since the put keyword is in Japanese those results are all in Japanese) which might be responding to the keyword, and many of the links which are available show articles those deeply refer to the question.

Thus, it absolutely is clear that the Internet is highly useful for people who want to ask a certain question and collect answers for it.

Focusing on the fact of the usefulness of the Internet however, people should not forget that the usefulness could cause a grave trap at the same time.
Because of the massive amount of the information in the Internet, people might believe in wrong information without any doubts by accident --- accidents those can easily happen.
Here is a blogpost that points out how sexualities are misunderstood by people.

So, let it once shift its point of view to how people without certain sense of their own sexualities try to understand what they are.

First, if the people had doubt about their own sexualities, they first try searching for tools for investigating themselves.
In the Internet, they are able to find those sorts of tests really easily; such as the image below.
Here, it says if the person who is looking at these cannot see what is written there in the circle No.5, he or she has high possibility of being a homosexual.
People who are confident with what they are barely can believe this test, but people who are dying for anxiety can easily be wavered by it.
And here is a similar-level ridiculous one, which was made as a joke.

Same for the Internet viewed from mobile-phones, too; there are some mobile-phone FLASH applications for knowing one's own sexuality for extremely cheap.
The provider of this application describes this test as something psychological and useful for solving minds; which never makes sense for many people.

Of course, there are some useful analytical tests and articles for analyzing one's sexuality online, but they are not so easy to find one without a clear aim or a certain level of knowledge.
(* In fact, when trying to find the link right above, it had to be found based on knowing the existence of the website in advance.)
That way, many homosexuals mistake themselves as gender identity disorder, and also reverse accidents happen, too.

Thus, it is obvious that the Internet can provide way too much information that can cause people to gain wrong knowledge.

So, what can Internet users without calmness, confidence and knowledge do to protect themselves from incorrect answers to their question?
What can they do in order to make good use of the goods of the Internet?

Here is the answer for those questions;
They only need to know that they have to be careful never to swallow the whole stories written online.

They need to understand that they are not having knowledge enough to judge which information is the correct one, so that they will get to know what kind of questions they have to ask the Internet before getting to the answers they want.
For example, in Japanese sexual-minorities' case, why not they first try to understand what all the referred terms mean before they start analyzing themselves?
Or, they will simply get to wrong responses to their questions; what they really are.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Based on #1QAD part30 (The Last Post For This Assignment)

(Sigh...) That can't be my dad ... he's scared of the ocean... by moritatuj17

"(Sigh...) That can't be my dad ... he's scared of the ocean..."

Hint: An adventure of the lil' fishy!

For now, I'm gonna stop doing this AudioAssignment210 thing for a while...
WELL, I don't know whether I come back or not...

I've kept doing this for a month, and it seemed like I was the only one who was enjoying this material... lol
I hope other people will try this thing in the future. :)