The Value in "Corny" Humor

It is a common thing to believe only funny people should crack jokes. Only those extremely witty should engage in wordplay. At least that is what I always believed. For all the years prior to college, being corny meant being an outsider. Lacking the wit for jokes meant lacking the charisma to make friends. But college brought an entirely new perspective on the matter.

Picture this. A student on the cusp of graduation after six long years of halfhearted struggles. His passion left him years ago and the husk continued with classes as best as he could. "One class away. One exam away." His mind clinging to the number one. One barrier to go. One wall to tear down before he could declare himself a graduate in a field reminiscent of Mars to him.

The day of the final arrived. The student studied as best as he could for a subject he absolutely loathes. Professor placed the blue book before him and judgment hour has come. The student's heart stopped. A feeling of defeat came over him as the subject matter seemed distant from the focus of his studies. "No. No. No." His hands started to shake and the grinning specter within looked on with delight at the opportunity to feed on the student's spirit once more. The student pulled from the tiny bit he studied while cursing himself for not hitting the books a little harder for such a pivotal exam. The student wrote, turned in his then death certificate, and left with the specter's laughter in his ears.

The student walked home. His thoughts raced. "Damn it. I really messed up. This was my last class and my last chance. Perhaps I really am going to be worthless after all. If I'm lucky, I'll get a C and still be able to escape this prison. Anything but a D."

A voice belonging to a fellow student with pride in her corny jokes played in the student's head amidst all that chaos. No matter what the situation, she had the wit to create a sense of comedy of an acquired taste. Simplistic puns and goofy rhymes were specialties of hers. Even in the middle of class, if a pun came to mind she'd share it without fear. You can say her jokes were "too hot to Handel." She retold her joke from a couple of months ago, "Cs get degrees but D is the capital of degrees."

He chuckled as if she just cracked the joke right next to him. And his heart grew steady. The specter settled into a corner realizing a corny joke robbed him of his next meal. A D would also allow the student to escape his prison. No one should celebrate mediocrity. No one should take pride in lower expectations. But survival is another matter. Escaping from one's prison and defeating mental demons are things to celebrated. It is this spirit that surfaced in a simple corny joke. It is this bit of wisdom that gave value to the corny humor.

Roughly two weeks later, the student discovered a B for the class. Free from his shackles, he bounced in joy. His fears seemed irrational once his grade was discovered. Regardless of his result, it was a corny joke that gave him peace of mind during two weeks between the exam and his result. He could only think of wanting to say thank you.

What is corny humor then? Can it really be called corny if it got a chuckle or two? I've found the corniest humor to be the most delightful. For it is the corniest humor that tends to be the most organic and the most authentic. It is the corniest humor that might have the most surprising effect on a stranger. Something I know now and cherish greatly thanks to a fellow student I never really got to know too well.

Why Fallen Star?

Inconsistency.

 Feverish bursts often give way to long-winded lulls of apathy. A disciplined mind means nothing without a passionate heart. For it is the passionate heart that guides the disciplined mind through the bog of inevitable anxieties and hesitation. It is a passionate heart that builds a developed mind.

Flowery speech.

A rosy tint in bitter words much like a sip of rotten Tequila Rose. A fancy suit for a day of watching Netflix. A garment to add value to shallow words. Fragments of flowery speech have always been my thing. During moments of inconsistency, fragments of flowery speech soothe me.

Doodling with words.

A forgotten skill that I once thrived in. A skill I once unlocked a powerful heart with. A heart other than my own. But it was the once passionate heart of mine that fueled those doodles. The visions have gone quiet and what remains is what is before me.

Absence.

My passionate heart is absent. It's absence has covered rooms and streets in black suffocating fogs. The future has grown bleak for one who shone brightest against the darkness. Why Fallen Star? Why are you the only thing that I see in the mirrors? Why are you the one hiding my dreams? Why do you not rise?

Fallen Star

A moniker I adopted for my sketchbook persona. His past promised a bright future. His present promises nothing. His future taunts him with visions of anguish, trepidation, and death. The name is what I am.

From her eyes

A Fallen Star has come down to radiate the surrounding frigid wasteland with light and warmth. A Fallen Star is a granted wish promising hope.

Which eyes are correct? Only time will tell.

Appreciating June Tenth

On June 10th of 2013, a former love shattered me. She delivered a logical and illogical reasoning for shattering me that lived with me for the entirety of two years. I made mistakes in my pursuit of her and it led to her disappearing from my life. The shock of it drove me to tears and a sensation I had never felt before. Emotional pain settled in. Unhindered emotional pain massive enough to drive me to obsession. I bored my friends with the story of the shattering, what followed the shattering, and the dramatics behind it. I had a chance for what could have been a lovely relationship and sabotaged it to cling to my former love. Fragmented I was.

On June 10th of 2014 I have no notes on. I have no recollection of it. It was a regular day full of anguish and video games. Or maybe there wasn't anguish. I knew I wasn't happy but I didn't feel depressed. It's just forgotten. A nice sign of recovery I believe since the anniversary of my shattering was forgotten just like that. Apathetic I was.

On June 10th of 2015, I wrote a set of paragraphs on the person I crushed on for a semester or so. The paragraphs closed what was my mini log on having a crush on her after being broken for so long. 

Now on April 8th of 2016, I decided I wanted to share my old log on my little crush. Then I got lazy because copying and pasting to the blog does not keep the document in its original arrangement. As such, the bit of poetry in there loses its value and the paragraphs become difficult to read. While rereading my little last paragraph, I noticed the funny coincidence that I would write of moving on on the same day I was shattered two years prior. Whether I did it consciously or not, I cannot figure now but if I did it as a joke for current me, well played past me. The last paragraphs to my log on a short crush are as follows....

  "Months have passed since I opened this particular log. Love lived not in quirky Roxanne. It lives elsewhere. What was in Roxanne was the beginning of true recovery. I never confessed to her in the entire year that has passed. We seldom speak nowadays due to some awkwardness. It seems like this was inevitable when she found herself a boyfriend and lost need of my tutoring. I would be sad to revisit my memories of Roxanne if they were all that significant. But infatuation dies quickly. That is where she differed from the past. I took a liking to her that faded quite quickly. While I still find her cute, her personality at times is a repellent to me. Infatuation dies quickly and so does the romanticized lens I saw her through. 

  I credit most of my recovery from the past to her. Meeting her seemed uncanny when my hormones and emotions were out of control. She brightened up my morning and days while helping me regain self-control. She did all of this without knowing exactly how much I liked her but suspecting that I did. I never confirmed whether she knew or not but I am an obvious fellow. And perhaps her experiences have sharpened her senses and allowed her to distinguish those smitten with her more easily. Writing now without my smitten eyes, I see the time we had as a necessary experience.

  With only five entries prior, I remember why so little was written. Some crushes are meant to be enjoyed as just crushes. This was one such crush where I felt deep down that things would not work. I longed day after day to bring myself to confess. Instincts and defense mechanisms kept me from doing so. I knew that if I allowed myself to write about her with the rose-colored lenses I had, I would have suffered a similarly shattering experience in a short amount of time. Now all that remains are the sweet memories with a bland aftertaste of my time as Roxanne's tutor, friend, and admirer,"

Some people remember dates for the joy it brought. Some remember it for anguish. I remember it because of the perfect balance the day has had so far. One year, it was the bane of my existence. It was the day I was shattered. Two years later, it was the day of my reassembly. June 10th is a day of joy and anguish. Whether I saw them with lens of despair or hope, June 10th served as pivotal day in my quest for wisdom. Here's to June 10th, a random day of the year made significant by random failures in love.

A First World Problem: A Static Gamer

A young gamer once said, "I'll never get bored of games. I love them all and will play for the rest of my life. There is a special kind of enjoyment found only in video gaming. The feeling of triumph over difficult levels, the compelling stories, the wacky characters, the various abilities, and a plethora of catchy tunes and jingles drives me to buy game after game and beat the ones I won dozens of times."

 As a guy in my early twenties, I've been a young gamer for as long as I can remember. At times, an old man would creep up from inside and ask me why I play so often. I could never answer directly as games lured me out of my thoughts. Tonight, the old man has not said a word and I played games for hours to compensate for a burdensome week. I finished with one game and started searching for something else to play.

Without a word I searched. I scanned and scanned only to judge everything as uninteresting. It seems that the amount of unique games is finite. I just don't know what to play anymore. I can only imagine what the young gamer I was back then would say to me now. He'd go, "what happened? why do you own so little games?"

An old man once said, "I don't know how you can play these games all day. There is so much more to life that young gamers lose out on. The feeling of emptiness as hours fly on by, the predictable stories, the pointless characters, the repetitive abilities, and a barrage of repetitive jingles and tunes looping indefinitely."

As a guy in my early twenties, I've been a gamer for as long as I can remember. With my current skill level, games seem to have become entirely too accessible for me. It does not take long for me to grasp a game, understand the concept, and entertain myself. It does not take long for my mind to drift off into another land assessing the game I am playing and saying things like, "this game is just not like the older ones." Dissatisfied  I am with modern gaming, the lonely modern gaming world I live in.

To leave the modern gaming world, I often seek the past gems. I download emulators, and play games from the 90s and 2000s. In the older games, I find a fragment of the gaming happiness I carried for the past two decades. It seems sticking to the realm of retro gaming would be enough for the first few hours. But the entertainment granted by a retro gaming is a fleeting thing. And to this guy, it has already disappeared. The challenges of old seem pathetic and for the new challenges in old gems, I have virtually no patience.

What am I to do? For now complain a little until I can either, transition fully out of being a gamer or reacquire the joy in gaming I once had. As a guy in my early twenties, I feel it is too soon for me to be having this feeling of emptiness in the gaming I loved so dearly. On the other hand, this could be the perfect time to transition out of consistent gaming at home and launch into a frenzy of productivity.

This right here is the definition of a first world problem. A first world problem for a guy in his early twenties finally feeling how static video gaming is and is unable to drop video gaming completely for reasons more complex than he understands. This first world problem would be a perfect start if I were writing a book on developing escapism in children. After all, as an escapist, I understand what it is to use a playful medium to cope with the overly bitter taste of life.

Venting on March Madness

Blocked. Clutter formed a dam. Nothing flowed. Everyday life blocked out the creative desire. Everyday life coupled with several troubling events.

It started with death. Death of someone who once loved my mother. A man of olden days back when my siblings all lived together. This man died without warning. The news of his death were sudden. His death was irrelevant for the most part.

It continued with death. The death of another who once loved my mother. A man of olden days troubled by alcoholism. This man died and everyone knew. His last moments were drawn out. He fell ill, went to the hospital, entered a coma, and woke back up to say his goodbyes. His death troubled me more than I expected even though I did not witness it.
What I did witness was the state of weakness he was in.

My last sight of him remained for days. In order to see him, I had to don protective gear to avoid bacterial infection. In a protective cloak, gloves, and mask, I approached his bed. I said nothing. I couldn't say anything. The sight of his fading eyes and the tube down his throat stunned me. I could only stare in silence. I could only think of how he gave me Donkey Kong Country for Super Nintendo so many years ago. I could only think of how he inadvertently bestowed upon me my love for jazzy music. A man I remember being healthy was by death's door. The sight stunned me and drew sorrow from an emotional well I ignore on a daily basis.

Our eyes were locked. He moved his eyebrows as my mom continued her prayer. I wonder if he recognized me beyond the mask. I wonder if his raising of the eyebrows were a whimsical kind of thing as if he was saying, "look who's gone and grown up now." Perhaps it was a sorrowful move as if saying, "look at how pathetic I am now." Perhaps those eyebrows were just curiosity as to who was the man in the mask tearing up while staring at him. I never knew an action as simple as raising one's eyebrows could be so confusing. For days I obsessed about those eyebrows and refused to draw for fear of his image resurfacing.

Flowing. For a couple of days, creativity flowed. Doodles were made and techniques were learned. It felt as if I was free from emotional complications. It seems there was more in store for me throughout the month of March.

It continued with grim news.

One Friday evening after taking my beloved home, I ran into an old classmate. His words to me ruined my recovering positive energy.

"Remember Ariel. He has brain cancer. Stage 4."

In disbelief I could only respond with, "No way." I continued on home in disbelief. I hopped on Facebook, the social site I loath most, to confirm what I just heard. One of my oldest friends, my best friend during middle school, told me himself that it was true. We arranged to hang out and have managed to keep in better contact.

Anguish settled in. I could not and still not decide which feeling is worse: finding out he had has cancer or the guilt that I had to find out through someone else. Cursing my distant nature and lamenting his condition, I have been away from internal peace for a couple of weeks. "A horrible friend I am. Why him? Will he live? I wish the next time I saw him would be better than this. Something like my wedding. "

Flowing. The anguish starts flowing when I start speaking. When I try to remember days with my friend and fail to do so, anguish increases. Venting works only for the moment. Every word here does nothing for those that need it. Two of my mom's exes are dead and my oldest friend has cancer. Thoughts leap from subject to subject revolving around the frailty of life. And pessimism takes the wheel as life's pointlessness becomes my answer to each internal question.

Blocked. To prevent any irrational actions, I blocked my thoughts. I avoided writing anything and dove into my everyday responsibilities.

Flowing. To recover, one needs to move forward. Lamenting the days of old proves pointless. The days are flowing and to swim with it, I move forward. Repairing my old bond so that if this or next year is his last, I at least have that much.

A Snowy Night

A small zappai set based on a simple dog walk on tonight's snowy evening.
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Bit by bit, snow falls
greeting my lovely city
smiling at us two.

Breath is visible.
Painful cold is minimal.
I'm irritable.

Playing in the snow
is a faint memory. Now,
an outing is work.

A dog owner's task.
Walking in the snow is both
a gift and a curse.

Nearby piles of snow
marked now with streaks of yellow
signal- deed is done.

On snow-filled sidewalks,
my dog walked around and limped
from the man-made salt.

I called out, "Yusep!"
On one knee, I grabbed his paw
and wiped the salt off.

With a sudden spring,
my furry dog dashed away
like childlike I would.

I chased my grey dog
around a deserted block.
Man and best friend's race.

We dashed home for warmth
and dryness carrying a
faint scent of wet dog.

We panted. I laughed.
Falling snow continued to smile
proud of her magic.

Snow now takes pride in
snapshots of joy she made for
the once bitter I.
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Blogging at Night

Nights of silence compose the majority of winter. The snow outside dances with gentle breezes. The salt decorates the snowy sidewalks like cinnamon in oatmeal. So many people sit in their rooms facing the cold of winter alone. Many face them with family, friends, and lovers. Tonight, I've done a bit of all.

While I cannot be next to a loved one physically, technology allowed us to recreate a living room. Our united imagination took us to the fireplace of a vacation cabin where we downed cup after cup of hot cocoa and marshmallows. Technology recreated our living room television and the blanket we  huddled under. It recreated the various actions that could take place during our binge session of DC animated movies and cartoons from the 90s. We spent the snowy day together and alone at the same time.

Now while a loved one sleeps, I roam the web. I'm searching for the perfect item to snag my attention and complement my cooled ginger tea. Somewhere on the web lies the key to passing time until exhaustion settles in and I can join my loved one in sleep.

A blog is perfect. Removing everything in this realm and leaping into a world of words is perfect to pass the time. A little bit of writing, a little bit of honest thought is perfect. It all seems perfect until the thought settles in. This mass of words will pile onto each other like the snow. And just as quickly as they come, the words will fade. That is the truth of the web. Time flows into the web and never returns.

A blog seems perfect until analysis settles in. The voice of a paranoid craftsmen whispering, "posting this is a mistake. This is nonsense." The voice of a sappy craftsmen whispers, "think of your beloved's joy when she reads and see you thinking of her while she sleeps." The voice of a neurotic craftsmen whispers, "fault here, fault there. Construction lacks continuity. Product beyond salvation." The voice of a curious craftsmen whispers, "I wonder if true writers struggle this much." A blog seemed perfect until the desire for harmony between technicality and creativity settled in.

A blog regains its perfection as a pastime when I whisper, "at least there is no audience at the moment." Perhaps that is the key to becoming an artist of sorts. Maybe the harmony for technicality and creativity can be found when one creates for an audience as if there is none. When the absence of an audience removes the need to perfect every single portion is when the harmony begins to arise.

A collection of old haikus/senryuus/zappais

Nostalgia takes me back to a lesson in Japanese I had long ago delving into haikus. The excitement I had made every day of traveling to CCNY worth it. I learned plenty.

Think haiku and you'll think the form of five, seven, five. However, so many people are unfamiliar of their incorrect usage of the word haiku. Haikus need more than just the five, seven, five to be haikus. They need a cutting word and a reference to nature to truly be haikus. The poems that use the 5-7-5 without these elements of nature could fall under Senryuus if they are commenting on a state of mankind and use some kind of dark irony. Anything using the 5-7-5 form without under technical guideline falls under Zappai.

This post's focus is
to display some of the things
I've made that are Zappai.

Disclaimer of paranoia: These are mostly quick improvisational items using the 5-7-5 form. If they make sense, hooray. If they don't, don't mind the roughness.
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(Based on a friend)

Merrily strolling mom

Venturing child's promises

Grief turns to relief

(Based on rain)

Falling meteors’

surrounding shockwaves send out

source of life and death

(Based on an old fan)

Dusty, rusty blades

blast polluted man-made air

lulling you to sleep

(An old view of mankind)

"Rotting from within,

temples today are meaningless"

A foreigner's words

(Poking fun at being drunk)

Ripples form in the

puddle that arose from a

mere cup of fine wine

(Questioning poetry's power)

What exactly do

few words, stronger feelings do

for answer seekers?

(A masturbation joke)

Hands are places where

only for a brief moment

Joy defeats Sorrow

(Concerns over the planet)

The Reaper tells Earth

"Either you or your children"

When will she reply?

(Realization of poetry's power)

This sheet of paper

holds a desert trapped within

key words of freedom

(Based on walking basslines)

Taking bluesy strolls,

Their footsteps create music

while tightrope walking

(Loveless writer's fear)

Can words be arrows

when fired by a novice

and his broken bow?

(Life of a lonely gamer)

Four controls, one house

Single player is the norm

for those that own all

(Puzzled and exhausted)

I bit the apple.

From trying to solve riddles

I'm numb from writing

(Another assessment of man)

Down the toilet goes

what's considered to be waste.

Earth's constipated

(Goofy winter snapshot)

"If the cold preserves,

why do coats and gloves exist?"

The frozen dummy

(On haiku improvisation)

Quickly delivered

one after another are

skillful weak punches

(Competition)

Healthy rivalries

Great friends, bitter enemies

Love of competing

(Exercise in speaking out)

If this concerns you

the doors will surely open

Or am I too late?

(Based on sound in Marshak Hall:MR2)

Screech never ceases

eerie sound found in science

Won't you let me be?

(Based on my hand)

Five heads looking up

just one hand lies on the desk

Where's the other one?

(Exercise in a twist)

Happy Birthday is

ecstatically yelled for

the lonely deaf kid

(Thoughts on the afterlife)

Soporific cold

Dream until awakened by

malevolent heat

(On pollution and acid rain)

Dragon blasting ash

that pours down upon fools in

refreshing rain

(Exercise in speaking out for Earth)

Listen all that care

Does nature deserve the pain

while nurturing us?

(A self-realization)

Phrasing is enough

For assessment of one’s mind.

My mind is quite small.

(The anguish of a crush)

Seppuku occurs

when the butterflies' venom

cannot be handled.

(Struggle of sobriety)

Hungry body says,

"feed me the green or suffer."

Hungry body stays.

(Reeferless realization)

Life without the funds.

A peaceful, secluded life

that's loved and hated.

(To my old friends)

Now without rhythm

I write to the ghosts. "Hello,

how's the town doing?"

(Zappais are fun)

I like using this form

composed of five, seven, five

to express my thoughts.

(Poetry's pitfall)

Ask yourself, "why write?

For a greater sense of self?"
Fucking narcissist!

(Lost and unable to find)
"Where do I belong?",
asked the small chameleon
with amnesia.

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A New Start

Long ago, I opened this blog up for a Japanese project. The days were fun. Each character caught my eye. The time I spent working on this blog seemed to fly by guaranteeing me at least B. My Japanese learning days came to a halt several years ago with the last available course in CCNY.

Today, I start anew sticking to my usual language. I may throw in some Japanese in there for fun. I may throw some geeky terms here and there. It's what I do. Even if I am to talk to only one of you, one is enough.

I wonder if old friends will come back to blogger. If we can all reconnect and possibly, start our Japanese studies once again. Probably not.

Focus: To focus this blog into something is a trial. I don't know what focus is. What I do know is honesty. So perhaps I can share everything. Poems, writings, logs, even crappy doodles. And transcriptions of game tunes if I can finish them and let my standards drop a little.

Until next time...

ここからも。。。

来週はこのsemesterのさいご週間。
じゃ、このブログはどこでしたか？おれが好きだったんだ。
ときどき、ポストはちょっとたいへんだったんだ。トピックを作るはちょっとむずかしかったんだ。それもコンピューターがいるはちょっとたいへん。コンピューターもんだい「computer problems」は人のポストをおそくなるんです。それもたくさん人は仕事「しごと」がある。その人はポストがあまりできない。ちょっと元気と時間があるんです。

おれはたくさん時間がある。だから、このブログは本当にかんたんそして便利だったよ。
ブログポストを書いたは楽「たの」しかったんだ。それも、おまえたちはおれをたうかった。日本語を使うチャンスがある。おれの友達「ともだち」は日本語を知らない。おまえたちから、便利漢字とvocabularyを覚えた。いしょうに、おれたちの日本語をもう強くできるんだんです。だから、これはさいごうポストじゃないんだ。だれが読む？しらないけど、書きなければならないんだ。おもしろいトピックとたいせつてんしゅん「important practice」だった。くるしいクラスはおれたちの先にあるんです。だから、ここからもがんばりましょう。じゃあ、まったね。

日本、おれはもう少し近い。

このちはみんあ。

よし、日本語使いるチャンスだよ！！

月曜日２０１２年１１月１４日、水、１時ぐらい、CCNYのNAC Cafeteriaの中すしdemonstrationで見ました。一人日本人はあのeventの中にいました。ちょっとおかしいね。すし作るはたくさんstyleがあります。Hand rolled styleはもうおもしろいです。It looks slightly like an ice cream cone.おれはたくさんfactsを聞きませんけど、おもしろいpresentationでした。それから、学生はじいぶうん「own」すしを作りました。おれは二ばんに行きました。おれの友達を見ました。Cheers began.（＾＿＾）日本語を使いました。I managed to catch 日本人 off guard =D。 すしを作りました。それから、すしを４こあげました。それから、すしはおれの昼ご飯を食べました。おいしかったね。
Materials: 白いご飯, Bamboo rolling mat, seaweed, Pepper looking things, Imitation crab meat   Avocado

Process as I recall it:

やった！！始めましょう、いただきます！！

すしの作ると漢字の書きますはちょっと同じですよ。By that comment I mean, the emphasis on order and form is present in すし making as well. Scooping out a perfect ball came first. それから、place a piece of seaweed on the bamboo rolling mat. ここから、アメリカ人と日本人はちょっとちがいます。Americans like the seaweed covered by the rice. Also, there is a rough side and smooth side. I think the rough went on the inside so that the rice may stick more easily. Place the rice and then spread it out, from center to the left using 3 even breaks, then spread from top to bottom. Hand positioning also mattered since the rice must not become too flat. Take your other materials and spread on top. I ended up using too much avocado at first. =P それから、carefully flip upside down. It's rolling time.
I thought it would be as easy as rolling up paper but rolls are handled in 2 specific steps. Careful placement of the thumbs segue ways into about a half roll. Light pressure is applied and then the finishing roll. Unravel then cut. My cutting sucks so I let the staff handle that one.  And that handles what I think was the California Roll.

おわり、ごうちそうさま！！

今、おれはbamboo rolling matとseaweedがほしですよ。じぶん晩ご飯を作ります。おれの母はうれしいになりますよ。それも、ご飯の作るmethodが覚えたいですよ and not in the hispanic way that nearly completely divides the rice and makes sushi impossible to make.

じゃ、かんたん日本のりょうりの作るを知りますか？見せて下さい。

コンピューターから英語と音楽まで

こにちはみなさん
さよならコンピューターサィエンスせんこう、こにちは英語と音楽「おんがく{music}」Double major。It's not official yet but it's only a matter of time.
どしてあなとのせんこうをちがくしましたか「anybody know a phrase for saying changed？」？数学は本当につまらないですよ。コンピューターはうれしいみちのみちじゃない。

Why try to bother with computers in the first place?
こたえ：ああ、一つprogram；M.U.G.E.N.　ですから。　知りますか？M.U.G.E.N.は本当にたのしいそしてうらさいprogram. じいぶんfighting gameを作ります。There's too much to explain so if you want to know, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M.U.G.E.N. 「side note:むげんの英語ことば{word}はinfinity.」じいぶんcharacters、じぶんstages、ぜんぶはcustomization possible. でも、このprogramの始める「はじめる」はたくさん時間をかかります。I used to enjoy losing sleep at night working on my version of this game. One day, おれは午後七時ぐらいから午前三時までにprogrammingをしました。 Once done, dream matches can ensue.Here is a possible match.本当におみしろいですね。=]

Why bother with English and Music now?

こたえ：もちろん、ベイスギターですから。それもし「poems」を書きますよ。おれのhobbiesはゆめですよ。I didn't try because I thought those paths are quite the gamble. 

同じを思えますけど、数学は本当につまるあないですよ。Plus, ほかねはおれのinspirationじゃない。いつか、おれは外人をたすけますよ。見くできますよ。今年の中、こたえを来ました。ゲームの音楽を作りたいですよ。Or an opening of sorts. Hopefully its as memorable as Mario or Street Fighter or Sonic's themes. This feels like a road true to my gaming, music,and poetry writing lifestyle.If all else fails, 音楽先生になりますよ。すごいhobbyを見せたい。

じゃ、さよなら。

Random stuff

こにちはみんあ。トピックがありません。日本語し「poems」を書きません。木曜日にベイスギターをします。Hopefully, いしょうに私とクリスチアン君とリオン君をします。今日、私は何を話しますか？この月曜日、新しいEngineer Writing先生に会いました。Previous先生はすずくできません。サンディせんぷう「hurricane、 if I'm not mistaken. Learned from Rock Lee and his konoha senpuu {leaf hurricane} move」ですから。ざんえんですね。 It was like having the first week of a semester again. On the info index card, 新しい先生はおもしろいしつもんを聞きました。So let's share these interesting questions and my responses. (^_^)

おもしろいしつもんいちばん：どんな３つ「みいつ」スパーパワーがあるたいですか？
こたえいちばん：Telekinesis。どして？ああ、ミューテューは私の好きなポケモンです。Psychic type ポケモン。それも、Alakazamは私の友達の中私のニックネイム。もうひとりPsychic type。さいご、Ultimate laziness。
こたえにばん：Flight。どして？私はとりが好きですね。I envy their ability to fly. Wingsがあるたいですね。Wings I could put away when 不便になりますですね。そら「Sky」はすばらしい家「いえ」ですね。Imagine it。私はくもにすぐとなりにいます。どんあtransportationで学校に来ましたか？Flyingで来ました。本当にすばらしいこたえですね。
こたえさんばん：Regeneration。どして？これはとてもかんたんですよ。Parkourが好きですね。Parkour can be thought of as しのびれんしゅん。Parkourはこわいそしてそしてうれしいそしてあぶない「dangerous, do correct me if I'm wrong」ですね。With regeneration、Parkourはpurelyうれしいになりますですよ。武器「ぶき{weapon}」れんしゅんもかんたんになりますですよ。

今、Heroのゆめがありません。Heroになりたくないですね。だけたいせつ人たちを守りたいですね。かぞくと友達をぜったに守りますですよ。

おもしろいひつもんいばん：だれがあなたの好きなCartoon character？
こたえ前ことば「Words before the answer」：本当にむずかしいしつもんですね。アニメ are included. それも、ちょっと時間がありました。[Play the theme while reading the answer] (^_^)

こたえ：シカマル。はい、ナルトの世界のならシカマル。どして？シカマルは本当のてんさい「genius」ですけど、本当になまける「lazy」ですよ。ぜんぶはめんどなねえ「troublesome」。{everything is troublesome}シカマルのIQはhigher than 200. シカマルはかげをだけ使います。けいかくの作るはシカマルのさいきょability。シカマルはほもの見るが大好きですよ。それも、シカマルはhumbleゆめがあります。さいご、シカマルはしのびですよ。かくいですね。

なかめるてんさい。

けいかくの作るおわります。じゃ、いってきます！

じゃ、このしつもんはおもしろいでしたね。何があなたたちのこたえですか？「Easy blog post ^_^」さよなら

私の好きなしゅきつは。。。

こにちは　みんあ。

あんたはいつがを見ますか？本当にめずらしい「rare」ですね。

私のすきなしゅきつは何でもないよ。　今、しゅかつはちょっとつまらないです。私のかぞくの中、ぜんぶは同じです。ざんえんですね。でも、それでいいです。しゅきつはかぞくを見るチャンスです。いつかしゅきつはたのしいになります。今、いつがうれしいしゅきつがあるまていつがあおい月が出てます。ざんえんですね。

大乱闘スマッシュブラだズ：好きですか？

こにちは、Super Smash Bros. Brawlをしてかえります。本当にたのしいゲイムですね。アドーベンチャーをだけしました。SSBBを知りますか？If こたえは知りません。じゃ、http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Smash_Bros._(series)#Super_Smash_Bros:_3DS_and_Wii_Uを読んで下さい。みんあは好きなカラクターとステジーを音楽「おんがく」があります。 だから、これの好きなpartsを見せてきます。

カラクター’

見て、ルイジは本当にばかバックグロンデウカラクター＾＿＾

大好き：ルイージ「マリオのおととう、ルイジはおもしろいですね。ルイジのUpBとしょりゅけんはちょっと同じです。かくいですね。ルイジのDash AはSissy punchesです。”本当にうらさいですね。”ー私の友達「ともだち」それも、ぜんぶゲイム、ルイジは同じですね。とてもいいですね。Especially since I didn't like Brawl too much。」
好き：ユング リンク「リンクけど、子の時。おもしろいカラクター。ちょっとはやいとprojectilesを使います。さいご、tauntはLon Lon Milk を 飲みます。おもしろいとかわいね。A perfect way to taunt your opponent；Drink something intended for healing just for satisfaction.」

ロイとミューテュは？へええ！！　いいいいええええ！！（T_T)

好き：ミューテュー「ミューテューが好きですよ。ポケモンの世界「せかい」とSmash Brosの世界の中、ミューテューはかくいですね。Psychic abilities make him ちょっと弱いけど、throw movesは強いだよ。さいご、英語のSmash Brosの中、ミューテューを話しませんけど、日本語のSuper Smash Bros Meleeの中、ミューテューを話します。もうかくいですね。」

好き：マルスとロイ「They're not a team but they come from the same game series.　この男たちはかくいですよ。どして？Swordsを使て日本語をだけ話しますから。」

音楽
好き：MeleeのMute City「強いロックtrack。すごいですね。」http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x83olIGSBlE
好き：SSB64のJungle Japes「Very nostalgic and relaxing track. I like the rhythm of the drums especially in the opening.」http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkYH9jHqfN4　
好き：MeleeのHyrule Templeの2nd track「たくさん元気があります。ぼくのしょうぶのたばしい｛Fighting spirit｝はもう強くになる。本当にすばらしいそしてうつくしいpiano section が　ありますよ。」http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AZHakzJF5A
好き：MeleeのBrinstar Depths「だけ聞いてですよ。 It fits the stage perfectly and just sets a mood of evil and drama. Loopが大好きです.」http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGsNKWAEArw
好き：SSB64のDreamland「元気があります。I annoyed friends by humming this tune while playing.とてもcatchyです。」http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JFiQH2QMJFA
好き：MeleeのFountain of dreams「Orchestra version of the one previously listed、 played a bit more slowly.　本当にうつくしいですね。」http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bytvxk97kzY
好き：MeleeのFourside「Relaxing theme.」http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2zqwnP0QaQ

Stages
私はぜんぶflat stages が 好き です。Fair play for everyone.
大好き：SSB64のKongo Jungle「Flat+すばらしい音楽＝私の一ばんStage。」
好き：SSB64のPeach's Castle「おもしろい lower level。」
好き：SSB64のMushroom Kingdom「Wackyそしてたのしいですよ.Warp PipeはこのStageの中ですから」

Item

好き：PokeBall「Game of chance：ときどき、かんたんKO、ときどき、A hindrance。Play a Pokeball だけ ゲイム、本当にたのしいですね。」
好き：SSB64のBeam Sword「このゲイム、Swordがいります。今、Swordはつまらないです。(T_T)

好き：MeleeのScrewAttackBall「これはBrawlも中けど、ちょっとちがいます。」
きらい：Bob-Omb「このばかアイテムはたくさん一人｛ひとり｝ゲイムのまけるのreason。本当にうらさいですよ。」

「 おわりノート」
私の大好きなゲイムはSuper Smash Brothers Melee。ゲイムの名前は日本語の中は大乱闘「だいらんとう」スマッシュブラだズミリー。Brawl is the most recent けど、私はたくさん complaintsがあります。「今はcomplaintsの始｛はじ｝める。」Floatier gameplay、もっとゆっくり「More slower」gameplay、ばか tripping、たくさん私の好きカラクタにはありません。
じゃ、いしょうにしませんか？四人ができます。

ぼくのschedule

こにちは　みなさん。今、おれはおれのしずかせいかつを見せてきます。

おれの日を始めるはちがいます。午前九時におきてショワーをあきます。それから、コーヒーを飲んで思えます。十一時半ごろに学校へ行って音楽「おんがく」を聞きます。たくさん友達「ともだち」に会いてたくさん話します「はなします」。私の日のおわりは午後八時です。それから、いえにかえて音楽をもういちど聞いてたくさん人を見て思えます。それから、晩ご飯を食べてゲイムをして友達をはなします。私のゲイムは九時から私のげんかいまで。それは午前一時。あの時、私はねます。本当にかんたんせいかつですよ。でも、それでいい。今、私はかんたんせいかつがだけいります。
じゃ、さよならみんな。

ホッローウィーン、もうひとりの日

こにちは、みなさん。
明日はホッローウィーンです。元気がありますか？
私は元気がありません。ホッローウィーンはもうひとりの日。
ホッローウィーンはやみの日。
お父さんのしにるの２０ばんアンイバサリですから。
Before I learned such a fact、I used to enjoy ホッローウィーン。
So this post is to take you down memory lane of costumes I used to wear.

I remember, 私は 外人でした。そのcostumeはちょとpurpleでした（－＿－”）。どしであのいろ？知りません。私の母を買「か」いましたですから。かめんおめ[eyes]はちょっと大きいでした。くろいめ。Shinyも。Propがありません。ちょっとつまらないね？

もちろん、私はしのびでした。そのcostumeが大好き「だいすき」でした（＾＿＾）。三年を使いました。いろはぜんぶくろいでした。Plastic ぬんちゃく prop が ありました。それもくろいですけど、金りゅがありました。うれしい propですね。I would try and swing them around in my spare time like Bruce Lee、Michelangelo or Maxi from Soul Calibur. I probably hit my head often with such a prop. しのびcostume後, 三年間ぐらい、dress-upをしません。 すぎはさいごですよ。それだけはざっしんがあります。

Dr.しとEvil Fairy conquered Times Square.

Fake Blood+白いScrubs+Plastic Gloves= A doctor that slaughters his patients. Made for yearbook pictures, this is the last costume I've worn.
見て、えいがかんのコラがあります。Paranormal Activityを見ました。本当に古「ふる」いでしょうかね。あのホッローウィーンはさいごうれしいホッローウィーンでした。ここから、ホッローウィーンはつまらない日ですね。あの人は私のとなりは友だちでした。楽「たの」しかったですよ。あの時から、二年ぐらいでした。


じゃ、私のホッローウィーンたばしいをしにだ。でも、あんたたちのホッローウィーンたばしいは強いでしょう。何はあなたちのcostumesですか？何はあなたたちのうれしいホッローウィーンmemories？

カッドゲイムが好きですか？

今日、私は新いゲイムを勉強します。このｹﾞｲﾑほんとにはとても古いですよ。このゲイムからメガマンのアニメ。アニメからメガマンバッテルネットワックゲイムseries。Anybody remember that series?

The rules are a drag to explain so I'll just point out certain things I like in the game in this blog.
Player はカッドが６０まいを使います。

いちまいカッドはNetNaviカッド。NetNaviはplayerのcharacter。Build your deck to complement your NetNavi.

もちろん、私のNetNaviはShadowManです。しのびがつきですねえ。ShadowMan＝メガマンのせかいのしのび。Shadow=かげ。けど、小さいもんだい(problem)があります。ShadowManのこうげきつちから(Attack Strength)はちょっと弱いです。こうげきは０から４までです。だけ１はカッドの中はこうげきつちから。だいじょうぶ、強いShadowManデックを作りたいです。私をぜったに(absolutely)します。どして？しのびはとてもかくいですから。このNetNaviはメガマンのてきです。
そのかたなをまあす。かくいですね。




カッドはよんばんいろがあります。あか、あお、みどり、yellow(can't remember this color in 日本語、できてたすけってください)Based on the anime and video games to represent the four elements used(fire火, water水, grass土「I'll just use soil's 漢字 for now since they're related」, thunder/lightning電撃「でんげき」.) So far, it seems best to have a balance between two colors. Unfortunately, I'm stubborn.
私のデックはあおカッドだけを使います。なんで？私はあおのつちから「strength」をめせまいです。あおがだいつきです。水のたばしがあります。Chinese Zodiacは同じstatementをはなしました。As far as I can tell, あおカッドdepend on fluid manipulation of the blue resource and event cards. (I'd explain more in-depth if I was more skilled.)　今、 水を見てできます。。Bruce Leeはこのデックが好きです。(^_^)


じゃ、どんあNetNaviを使いたいですか？いろは？If you were to play, don't be as stubborn as I am. 今、私は０－６です(-_-")。もっと勉強をしたい。毎日、私のデックのつちからはもう強いになりたいです。いつか、私をかちてきます。(Win in てform+きます。Not sure if that's the right てform but、しかたない「it can't be helped」。
じゃ、まってね。

ユセップとユセニャ、だれがもうすきですか？

Pay attention to the quotation marks. Imagine 犬を話します。

Poochyena は Growl を使う. Grrr...

”こにちはみなさん、ぼくはユセップ。よろしく。ぼくの名前はちょっとおかしいか。ぼくがどしてその名前がある？二人「ふたり」brothersはDRの中にいるんです。あの人たちの名前はステワルとユセッピ。もうしつもんがある？こたえはぼくたちの母の中にある。ぼくはどんな犬か？知らないけど…ぼくはしずかんだ。毎時、ぼくは元気がない。今、ぼくはステワルのゲミングのいすの中にいる。ここはいいベドだよ。ここはでステワル君をあまり使わない。じゃ、ぼくはねる。(sleep)　きえたい。(disappear)” (He does not like to be bothered. Therefore, rude ending.)

だれがいい犬ですか？

"よしゅ、私はユセニャです。よろしき。私の名前は女のconjugation from兄貴（あにき）の名前。ちょっとなまけものねえ（lazy）。毎度、人は私のアパットの近くにいます、私は強いbarkingをします。しかたないよ。外人はとてもこわいですよ。でも、いつが私は人を知ります、私はうれしになる。ときどき、私はステワルのソファから母のベドの下にいます。ときどき、私と兄貴はいしょうに行きます。どして？知りませんけど…　じゃ、私たちに会ってくださいませんか？” (She was wagging her tail as I took the picture. Any attention from anybody gets such an energetic reaction.)

”やった、私たちはトイレトに行てきます。ステワル君、はやく。私たちを待ちません。みなさん、まったね。” ( A highlight of the day for all three of us.)

どんな犬はあなたたちが大好(だいす)きですか？