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Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Japanese question words

Now, this blog isn't dedicated to Japanese but I like to use it to express my tips on learning and to share what I've learnt.

Questions will generally end with ka か. Think か as a question mark. You can turn any statement into a question by adding か at the end.

あなたは日本人です
anata wa nihonjin desu.
You are Japanese

Now, by adding か we can turn it into a question.

あなたは日本人ですか？
anata wa nihonjin desu ka?
Are you Japanese?

Specific question words:

なに or なん*
Nani/nan
What?

なんですか？
nan desu ka?
What is it?
なんじですか？
nan ji desu ka?
What time is it?
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どこ
Doko
Where?

どこですか？
Doko desu ka?
Where is it?
___はどこですか？
eki wa doko desu ka?
Where is the ___?
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どなた or だれ
Donata/Dare
Who (formal)/Who(informal)

だれですか？
dare desu ka?
Who is it?
かれはだれですか？
kare wa dare desu ka?
Who is he?
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どちら or どれ
Dochira/dare
Which?
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どのように
Donoyouni
How?

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いつ
Itsu
When?

いつですか？
itsu desu ka?
When is it?
いついきますか？
itsu ikimasu ka?
When are you going?
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どうして or なんで or なぜ
doushite/nande/naze
Why?
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いくら
Ikura
How much?

いくらですか？
Ikura desu ka?
How much is it?

いくつ
Ikutsu
How many?

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Halloween is over :c

This was my halloween costume. I was quite happy with it. As you can see, I have an ice-cream headband. I'm head to toe in pink sweet lolita. My outfit was nominated for best Halloween costume xD but every day is Halloween with me...

LOL. Yes, my friends had a real kick out of it. Me holding gloomy bear with Matthew trying to lick my ice cream D:

Half of my face is smudged with red lipstick and half is stitched up with black eyeliner. Half of me is scarred and permanently broken. The other half is in pain and bleeding. I just thought it was an interesting concept. I had black eye shadow on and used black gel eyeliner on the corners of my eyes.This is a wig, btw. Plus add the sweet doll aesthetic and you have something more.

So many people in my school dressed up which wasn't expected due to my school's reserved nature. Quite awesome costumes, might I add. From left to right: Me, rabbit, Tony Stark, ?, Morph, Pippin long stockings, a cheetah. I am not quite sure. These were just some of the nominees. There were teachers who dressed up as rabbits, zombies, Jack Sparrow... oh my god. It was just awesome. I spent pretty much my study period just taking photos with friends and messing about.

More Japanese in your life

Want to use Japanese more in your life? It'd be easier to catch along to things and it'd be useful to know the names of every day objects. This post won't focus on the cultural side (so I won't be telling you to use chopsticks more) but on the linguistic side instead.

Some tips:

Replace your labels in Japanese
Subscribe to those daily vocabulary newsletters. Click here
Change your social networking site (fb?) to Japanese
Change your phone language to Japanese
Memorise one new word/phrase a day and try to incorporate it in your conversations
Read, watch anything with Japanese in it (manga! anime!)
Read and translate Japanese children's books
Buy from Japanese brands more often (Daiso)

Thursday, August 30, 2012

murder in pink?~

murder in pink?~ by plate-of-tongues featuring hello kitty jewelry

Sunday, August 5, 2012

My hospital bracelet

From my suicide attempt. It is so daunting when I look at it.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

One of my counseling sessions

The room is painted white. The carpet is greyish-black. The rotating chairs are navy. I look at the counselor. I observe her face; her applied foundation, mascara, eyeliner and lipgloss. My eyes move to her hair. Then, to her clothes. She is well dressed, I tell myself. But why? Why does a counselor have to be well dressed? Is it a rule? Why can't counselors express themselves more through clothing? Or is it a formal mandatory type of rule? Her mouth opens and my mind shifts on focusing on her.

"So, you're here because you have homicidal urges?" she asks with a sad look on her face
"Yes, I told you that", I state, full of monotony.
I glance at the clock and back at her
Her face appears eager and is tilted towards me so I take the chance and speak,
"I want to kill people. I don't know why. I think it ought to be fun"
Silence breaks in. She licks her lips and says, "Hmm, do you have difficulties at home?"
At that time, I didn't, so I replied with a no.
"Do you have any people on mind when you feel this?" she asks.
So she thinks I'm full of wrath and vengeance, eh?
But I'm not. I wish I could lie and feign my homicidal intentions.

Because it isn't about who I kill. It isn't about power. It isn't about rage. It really isn't. I just want to feel the thrill of having killed someone. Taking someone's life while being alive seems so... exciting. It seems like one of those things you must experience to truly appreciate life and see how precious it is. It's a reason to live, my mind whispered to me. I didn't care who it was, when it would happen - I just wanted to murder someone. Kill. Destroy.

Such harsh words to describe such a simple action. At least, to me, it seems beyond simple. Killing someone. Watching the life and light from their eyes fade into darkness. Is it sick of me to want to be able to do this? Or am I merely expressing the true desire of all humans? If I were to kill, would I take a trophy like most typical serial killers or would I leave the body there, admiring my twisted version of artwork? I do not know.

I explain this to her. She seems to be bored of me.
"At least you haven't done anything" she says
I feel the need to add 'yet' to the end of her sentence but I have already frightened her. I can see from her expressions that she genuinely wants to help yet lacks such knowledge. Instead, I told her that was that and that I haven't done anything. That I don't plan on doing anything.
I leave the counseling room as she asked me to do so and I shrug. I shrug at her reaction. I shrug at her implications of emotional attachment to my potential victims. I shrug at how I lied about having no plans.

I have plans.