Learning Japanese. Part 2.

And it goes on. But I would like to think today represents a good change for me. As I mentioned before I have immense trouble in asking for help. Mainly because I’m shy and all that stuff. But as I am writing this, it’s about two minutes after I went over to Hi-Native and asked for help. And that’s a good thing. Because being stuck sucks just a little bit.

For reference, part one: https://kaneda18.wordpress.com/2016/12/04/learning-japanese/?iframe=true&theme_preview=true

As well as this, I have to acknowledge that I am going to make a crap ton of mistakes, a metric crap ton of mistakes quite frankly. And I’m normally bad at showing those mistakes. With that said, here’s some stuff I’ve tried to figure out. So without further or do, let’s see just how colossally stupid I really am.

今日も戦いでもなく大破する船が2隻。。。と。- The line preceding this is simply ごめんなさい as uttered by 阿武隈 (Abukuma) as she walks into 北上 (Kitakami). Honestly, I’m having trouble with も and でもなく in this sentence. I’ve got the kanji figured out. But not quite everything else. I’m guessing, maybe it’s something like –

Today’s battle won’t have serious damage for two ships.

Or is it something like Only one ship will see major damage today.

And as far as I can tell, と functions as a question particle at the end of a sentence.

But wait, there’s more mistakes on the way.

なんか北上さんが言うには どうにもならないらしの - What Kitakami san says is futile, it seems (?)

えっと 何がです - ehh/umm, what’s that/this?

なぜだか阿武隈ちゃんみてる - Why are you looking, Abukuma chan (?)

こうしないと気が済まないって – This doesn’t feel good (?)

ふふたりとも大丈夫ですか!? - Are you two okay!? (?)

It’s early right now (lots of false dawns) but if I keep this up, I’ll get used to being more open in regards to my studies, and hopefully get better with my Japanese and all that good stuff. And I might meet new people and stuff. And that seems nice.

じゃまたね

~~~

Also, I tend to watch Japanese stuff on YouTube and stuff and so as I was typing this, I had this running in the background:

It’s hard enough translating things but I really can’t imagine doing it on national tv. So in that segment (about the mid point of that video) well done to those girls. Well bloody done.

Glow

On this day that certain dragon will roar
causing the heavens to shake
and send all the stars on an earthbound path.
A pair of blue wings will shoot into the firmament
a spear of crystal will glow oh so bright
with the intent of flooding the star barren sky
with all the light it can muster.

~~~

On this day that certain dragon will roar
and heaven itself will quiver and quake
causing all the stars in the sky to crash earthwards.
A pair of blue wings will ascend into the firmament
with a crystal spear that glows so very bright
intent on filling the sky with light once more
with all the illumination it can provide.

~~~

Poetry. It’s been a while. And I’ve been playing Odin Sphere Leifthrasir, and that’s a really great game.

Music listened to as I wrote this:

All the time.

Learning Japanese

こんにちは皆さん!私の名前はロバート。そして日本語を勉強しています。

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Think that’s right. Anyhoo, yes. I am learning Japanese. And I have been for about 3 years. Honestly it hasn’t gone as well as I would have liked it to. There’s reasons for this. One big thing is I get socially anxious at times and talking to people can be difficult, in a second language even more so. And I really find it hard to ask for help so I tend to plow on forward regardless, and then get frustrated with what I’m doing. And I can be self destructive and sometimes when I find my self getting good at something I’ll tear it all down.

So with this, I guess I’m trying to be open with this and maybe meet new people who are doing the same thing so I’m not going on my own and when I get stuck I can actually ask for help.

I should say I’ve been to Japan three times, and climbed Mount Fuji so I have a lot of love for the country and the people, because everyone was really nice to me.

And right now I’m trying to translate a manga. It’s a Kantai Collection manga, and it’s a collection of little stories. And I’m focusing on this one (I just really like Kitakami):

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Maybe I’m way over my station with this, but I like having a goal (guessing that comes from playing video games) and working through this seems like a good little goal. And I’ve made some progress (and I’ve learned some Japanese naval terms) and hopefully I’ll post things I do on here fairly regularly. I’ll try to get into that routine.

I guess that’s about it for now.

じゃまたね

~~~

What I listened to as I wrote this:

Been getting into pro-wrestling again. Eddie was great.

Ash/Miasma/Catharsis

Tattered remnants of a cape, futilely grasping at the wind. A rifle, and a pair
of knives. The last items in my possession.

It must have happened quickly. When I had returned from supply gathering the forests
had been swept clean and the mountain sides had been scaled. It caught the clouds
and soon raged across the sky, burning it down, causing everything to fall in.
The villages immolation was inevitable.

Under the great clouds of ash and smoke the colossus slunk away. A lazy sway of its
tail crumpled a once towering mountain. I sat there, watching that, and then
everything else burning, and burning.

The fire still burns. Days have passed.

The rifle has range, yet is heavy. The knives are more dangerous to use, yet they
are light. The knives come with. It’s a matter of catharsis. To break that hide,
to see the blood pool on the ground, to see the beast succumb right in front of
me. I need that.

~~~

The fire has finally exhausted itself, heat long since faded. But a thick miasma
lingers over the devastation. Animals have yet to return. The birds won’t fly
over, only tentatively circling the mountains.

On high the miasma has mostly dissipated, leaving only barren paths cleaned of
vegetation. These ash bathed paths will be my only companions for some time.

Ash clings to my boots, my cape, my being. I have no way to remove it. Something
I’ll have to carry with me.

With the moon struggling against the clouds and torchlight’s limited radius the
navigation remains a difficult one. And with mist hanging down low viewing the ashen
path somewhat difficult.

The clouds sink into the night and now free moon beams arc over the sky. One snags
on a pair of horns protruding from the mist. Then another wraps around the slow sway
of a tail. That tail.

One last go with the whetstone. It’s time to head down.

~~~

It’s squatted down amidst the miasma and the detritus, gorging on ash and immolated
trees. I’m too consumed with anger to as I blow my chance of a sneak attack with snap
of a common tree branch. At speed the beast turns around, letting loose a heaven
shaking roar. Knives are drawn.

One lies broken on the blackened ground. One rests in the hilt, blood dripping from
the long edge.

The beast refuses to get up. A gash across it’s abdomen runs deep. The moment it
rises the beast will spill across the valley. So it just lies there releasing
anguished breaths.

I should be filled with happiness, lost in exhilaration, awash with catharsis.
Yet all I can manage is a long stare into the creatures fading eyes as I sit on the
ground cradling my side. It would take an immense effort to stand.

Stars shine bright across the sky whilst our heavy breath shamble out into the
cold air. Both our fates are abundantly clear. Neither of us will see the morning.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

~~~

All three bits. As I said will be going to redraft at some point. I like it, but right now it’s a proof of concept as opposed to a finished piece.

Music I listened to as I put it all together:

Still playing.

Catharsis

It’s squatted down amidst the miasma and the detritus, gorging on ash and immolated
trees. I’m too consumed with anger to as I blow my chance of a sneak attack with snap
of a common tree branch. At speed the beast turns around, letting loose a heaven
shaking roar. Knives are drawn.

One lies broken on the blackened ground. One rests in the hilt, blood dripping from
the long edge.

The beast refuses to get up. A gash across it’s abdomen runs deep. The moment it
rises the beast will spill across the valley. So it just lies there releasing
anguished breaths.

I should be filled with happiness, lost in exhilaration, awash with catharsis.
Yet all I can manage is a long stare into the creatures fading eyes as I sit on the
ground cradling my side. It would take an immense effort to stand.

Stars shine bright across the sky whilst our heavy breath shamble out into the
cold air. Both our fates are abundantly clear. Neither of us will see the morning.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

~~~

Part three. This is going to redraft at some point. I like the 3 parts, but they do read more as a proof of concept then something good right now.

Music listened to as I wrote this:

Extended version is awesomes.

Miasma

The fire has finally exhausted itself, heat long since faded. But a thick miasma
lingers over the devastation. Animals have yet to return. The birds won’t fly
over, only tentatively circling the mountains.

On high the miasma has mostly dissipated, leaving only barren paths cleaned of
vegetation. These ash bathed paths will be my only companions for some time.

Ash clings to my boots, my cape, my being. I have no way to remove it. Something
I’ll have to carry with me.

With the moon struggling against the clouds and torchlight’s limited radius the
navigation remains a difficult one. And with mist hanging down low viewing the ashen
path somewhat difficult.

The clouds sink into the night and now free moon beams arc over the sky. One snags
on a pair of horns protruding from the mist. Then another wraps around the slow sway
of a tail. That tail.

One last go with the whetstone. It’s time to head down.

~~~

Part three coming somewhat soon. Part one is called Ash. Writing lately has been akin to smashing ones head against a wall.

Music I listened to as I wrote this:

Sugar with coffee and cream.

Ash

Tattered remnants of a cape, futilely grasping at the wind. A rifle, and a pair
of knives. The last items in my possession.

It must have happened quickly. When I had returned from supply gathering the forests
had been swept clean and the mountain sides had been scaled. It caught the clouds
and soon raged across the sky, burning it down, causing everything to fall in.
The villages immolation was inevitable.

Under the great clouds of ash and smoke the colossus slunk away. A lazy sway of its
tail crumpled a once towering mountain. I sat there, watching that, and then
everything else burning, and burning.

The fire still burns. Days have passed.

The rifle has range, yet is heavy. The knives are more dangerous to use, yet they
are light. The knives come with. It’s a matter of catharsis. To break that hide,
to see the blood pool on the ground, to see the beast succumb right in front of
me. I need that.

~~~

Parts 2 and 3 coming soon-ish. Writings been a struggle lately so it’s nice to get something out.

Missing you.

Slips

Checks completed. Everything’s clear. The battlecrusier can exit hyperspace without
a problem and cruising speed is initiated. Three pure energy torpedo’s are following
close behind though, able to escape the scanning arrays intentions. The first two
slam into the hull. One of them weakens, the other opens up. The last one slips the
gap, detonates deep in the engine core. The back-end begins to disintegrate rapidly
and a shambling wreck appears on the other side.

Red alerts send crew members madly scrambling. Status updates are ever constant, ever
changing. Solutions are proposed, shot again and proposed again. Best case scenarios
are being formulated. The hopes for them cannot be said to be high.

Those sounds the hull is making. Those left know what they mean. No need to wait for
calculations. The ship is being rended apart by gravity aided by heat. The ship is so
vast that it won’t be quick but it can’t be stopped. The point of finality has been
crossed. There’s only time for last-minute prayers, fractured communications.

The ship continues to break up. Escaping flames leave red stains along the sky. Falling
metal forms quicksilver streaks the lacerate the clouds. It all comes tumbling down,
into one great flash of light, everything all lost in white.

Whatever remains of the wind drags dull colourless leaves down empty streets and
through empty dwellings. The levitation in ruins still sits there, growing
a little more rusty every year.

~~~

It just comes crashing down sometimes. Music listened to as I wrote this:

More Yuuhei. And that’s always a good thing.

Perpetual/Connection/Lonely/Sleep

Days and nights have become nothing more than a slog. Well that’s not
entirely true. The last night has been a slog. Its been so long since
I’ve been planet side I’m not sure the day night cycle still exists.
Out here it just seems like perpetual night. Counting the stars
provides something of a distraction.

The bright burn of a jet stream. First one I’ve seen in a while.
It suddenly freezes, then vanishes. God speed fellow traveler. And
that’s a timely reminder. I should check my own jump co-ordinates.
Can’t be too far away now.

The fuel gauge has taken a dive. There’s enough to make it to the nearest
station so that’s pretty good. Hopefully I should be able to purchase and/or
barter for fuel. If not, well, I’m all out-of-pocket.

~~~

My docking request is working its way through the station. It’s
quite possible that it’s taking sometime to be accepted. So I’m
just floating around watching the notches on the ship’s fuel gauge slip away.

People willing to trade, couldn’t really find them. Aliens willing to trade.
Well, I was surrounded by symbols I couldn’t possibly identify trying to
communicate with a guy, four arms and eyes, armour plated. Yet, through a
series of seemingly impossible gestures I came out with fuel and he a nice amount
of compensation. Always nice to make a connection.

There’s a little delay before the console bleeps into life. I double-check the
flight path and see if any adjustments can be made. The engines fire up and it’s
reassuring to hear that noise again. The landing gear clicks into place and it’s
about that time, to head off into that deep black star strewn void.

~~~

I haven’t seen another ship since departing the station. But the scanners
inundated with debris signals, so the shields are warming up. But that’s
all that’s out there. Just another lonely stretch of space. You really have
to make friends out of these. It’s the only way to get by out here.

Remnants of a fighter. The wings a short distance away. Then the rest of it,
strung out over a blue-green nebula. A disemboweled cruiser lies ahead, light
from the gas cloud floods through the hollow. It’s quicker to fly through rather
than round. The other side presents a ship graveyard, left to rest in this
silent aftermath.

Every wreckage is a story. Of lasers carving up cockpits. Of chain guns mutilating
engines. Torpedo’s rupturing pod bay doors. And…well, that’s new.Like a thousand
tiny maws chewed the hull wide open. No sense in hanging around. Lets go.

~~~

Two. Three. Five more come into view. Jet streams burning bright all heading to the same point. I’m almost there. I must be. The console confirms it. This journey marked by its vastness. It’s done. I’ve made it. I’ve made it.

It ain’t much. Just two space traders swapping nods. But by the angles you can tell it’s an connection between two long haulers, an appreciation of those vast distances crossed. Behind us droids and power armour wearers unload cargo. Once that’s delivered, it’s payday. Tis a good day.

Sleep that exists in the context of the day night cycle. Food that is
actually food and not a mess of some freeze-dried deep field stuff. Being
able to sit around and not be on constant alert for pirates. Free from the
tyranny of fuel gauges and star charts. Things to look forward to. I’ll get
the urge to go out again but right now, I’ll rest. For a little while.

~~~

Last four posts all in one. Music listened while copying and pasting.

God it’s good. So good.

Sleep

Two. Three. Five more come into view. Jet streams burning bright all heading to the same point. I’m almost there. I must be. The console confirms it. This journey marked by its vastness. It’s done. I’ve made it. I’ve made it.

It ain’t much. Just two space traders swapping nods. But by the angles you can tell it’s an connection between two long haulers, an appreciation of those vast distances crossed. Behind us droids and power armour wearers unload cargo. Once that’s delivered, it’s payday. Tis a good day.

Sleep that exists in the context of the day night cycle. Food that is
actually food and not a mess of some freeze dried deep field stuff. Being
able to sit around and not be on constant alert for pirates. Free from the
tyranny of fuel gauges and star charts. Things to look forward to. I’ll get
the urge to go out again but right now, I’ll rest. For a little while.

~~~

Space journey comes to an end. Music I listened to as I wrote this:

What? It’s good.