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Wednesday, 30 April 2014

About the translated stories

Edited: Everyone, thank you very much for your kind, loving words! I was very sad before, but now I'm feeling so much better :D 
As I said on Twitter too, I will not let those haters to keep me from doing what I like.
Thank you for your support!

I have just received a very hurtful comment from someone who told me that I was a "c*nt" for asking people not to steal my works when I steal other people's works myself.

So I feel I have to say something in my defence again.

■Firstly, the stories I have translated were all originally written by anonymous authors, mostly on 2channel.
You see them copied/pasted everywhere on the Japanese internet, for people to share and enjoy.
As far as I know, the unspoken rule is that you can make use of those stories in any way you like, as long as you don't use them for commercial purposes.

■Secondly, because the process of translation inevitably involves interpretation on the part of the translator, no two translations are exactly the same.

Just compare my translation entitled "Please Tell Me the Way" with another excellent translation of the same story done by the blog "怖い話." (Click on the links below to read them.)

Please Tell Me the Way
Directions (from 怖い話)

Both stories were translated from the same story, yet they differ considerably in terms of diction and presentation.
So I do not think it is overly presumptuous of me if I feel that my works have some kind of originality in themselves, even though they are translated works.


And of course, as I made it clear before, I would be happy to take down promptly any of these translated works upon the request of the original authors.
But I do not believe I am defiling their works or doing anything against their wishes.



As I have stated over and over before, I put a considerable effort into translating these stories and making them enjoyable to read for English-speaking readers.

I do not take money from anyone, I do it just for fun and I am not hurting anybody.

All I am asking is not to use my works without my permission.
If you want to share these stories with others, you can click on any of the share buttons at the bottom of the posts, or simply provide them the links to the posts.
I do not see why you feel the need to steal them.

If, even after you have read all that I have written, you still don't approve of what I do - well, it still would NOT give you the right to call me names.
Also it would NOT justify your action if you decided to steal my works either.

Please, everyone, don't send me any more unpleasant and unintelligent comments like that.

If you have questions or doubts about what I do, you can say them in a nice way.
You do not need to be so hostile.

Well, obviously the person who sent me that comment has some serious problems.
She or he is probably not a happy person. I feel nothing but pity for her/him.


Anyway, thank you for your audience and have a nice day! :)

Monday, 21 April 2014

Twins

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A cryptic story.

Twin sisters (two little girls) were kidnapped.
Their eyes and mouths were covered with tape.

The kidnapper, in helium voice, whispered in the ear of the older of the twins:
"Stay still and don't try to run away, or else I'll kill your younger sister."

Then the kidnapper, in helium voice, whispered in the ear of the younger of the twins:
"Stay still and don't try to run away, or else I'll kill your older sister."

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

The Meals


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Omelette-rice, or Omurice

The story I'm about to tell concerns a very scary experience I had, which has nothing to do with supernatural stuff, but which freaked me out as nothing ever had before.
What you need to know, first of all, is that I was the lowest of scum bag at the time it happened.

I had a girlfriend with whom I had been going out for two years.
She was kind, modest, had a good sense of humour, was slim but curvy at all the right places, and always well-dressed and pretty.
We were getting on swimmingly even after we had been together for two long years.

It was my fault that we broke up. At the time, my work and many other things in my life were a complete mess; unfortunately, I dealt with the accumulating stress by bullying my girlfriend.
We never used to fight, but one day we had a big fallout.
And it was that fallout which eventually led to our break-up.

As usual I had been playing games on the Playstation console (I had been jobless for half a year), when my girlfriend returned from work. She soon started picking up and throwing away the rubbish, such as empty cans, that were strewn all over the floor.
By this time I had become such a jerk that I became irritated merely by listening to the noise she was making while she threw away the cans, and started verbally attacking her without a good reason.
"You think you're better than me, don't you?"
"You must be feeling good about yourself for taking care of me. Right?"
I was a real asshole.

She stayed calm (probably she was hiding her true feelings) and went on cooking.
Then after that as I watched her munching away in front of TV (although she was skinny she ate a lot, like she really enjoyed eating) somehow I grew irritated again.
"Look at yourself, eating like a pig! Well, it must taste really good, eh, to eat something you bought by the money you earned yourself!
"I'm so sick of you. I don't want to be with you anymore so can you just pack up and leave?"
So I went on and on, saying so many unreasonable things.

Oops, maybe I've said too much - I thought for a second then, but kept on eating.
She was looking down and sniffing. Even that behaviour pissed me off.
".....OK. I understood."
Finally she said, and gathering up her coat and bag, got up to leave.

"I'll come back on another day to collect the rest of my things. And also - "

Also what?
I had been sitting in a sort of daze in the now quiet room, when I received a text message from her.

"I want you to know that the meals I cooked for you - they were all made from recycled food."
???
Recycled?

Then she sent me a few more messages.
Below is the summary of what she wrote.

  • She was suffering from bulimia.*1
  • Too much money was being spent on food that she decided to keep the vomited food in the freezer.
  • She reused them when she cooked things like risotto and omelette-rice *2

⇒ I ate them ⇒ "Wow, tastes great!"

That was what was happening everyday.... All those hamburger steaks and stir-fried dishes first went through her before coming to me.

In front of me was a dish of omelette-rice. I felt my mind go blank even as another message arrived.


"Today's dish used to be a bowl of chicken-and-egg rice."*3
Inside the omelette was some fried rice with chicken. I threw up.



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*1 Bulimia nervosa : An eating disorder characterized by binge eating and purging (vomiting), done out of an excessive concern for body weight. (Wiki)


Oyakodon
*2 Omelette-rice: Omurice (オムライス)  in the original text. It is an omelette made with fried rice and usually topped with ketchup (Wiki). See the picture at the top.

*3 A bowl of chicken-and-egg rice: Oyakodon (親子丼) in the original text. It is a dish in which chicken, egg and other ingredients are all simmered together in a sauce and then served on top of a bowl of rice. (Wiki)
See the picture on the right.

Saturday, 12 April 2014

Fall-and-Die Village

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Dolls in kimono*1 source

Have you ever dreamt of "Fall-and-Die village"?

This type of dream is called the "collective dream"*2 and many people dream it at some point in their lives.
Most people forget about the contents of the dream immediately after they wake up. But there are still numerous reports about the dream collected from all over the country.

The dream begins with a scene in a farmers' village. The sun is setting, and there are blue-purple dead bodies lying around everywhere.
After a while, a few young girls in kimono come up to you and explain, "This is Fall-and-Die village." As soon as they finish telling you this, one of the girls trips over one of the dead bodies and falls.

As the girl screams, her body immediately turns blue-purple and stops moving.

There are several variations as to what happens next. Some people have reported that they got "chased by the girls and ran around the village like crazy," and some say they were "forced to  play on stilts,"*3 while others say "nothing particular happened" and they just woke up.

But somehow, there are no accounts of the dream from someone who actually tripped and fell in the dream.


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Photographed in 1926 (source)
*1 Ichimatsu dolls (市松人形) - a type of popular traditional Japanese dolls (See Wiki the Edo period section)
*2 Collective dreams - the use of the term"collective" suggests a link to Jungian collective unconscious
*3 Stilts - Takeh uma (竹馬) in the original text, where takeh means bamboo (indicating the material with which they are made), and uma a horse. 
Pictured right: An old photo of children in kimono playing on bamboo stilts.

I suspect all the chasing and walking on stilts in the dream are ploys to make you trip and fall.

Monday, 7 April 2014

Can you see your Guardian Spirit?

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Source
Close your eyes.

Imagine the staircase in your house; walk up and down those stairs ten times, slowly.

At your tenth time*1, turn around to look behind you.  There you will see your guardian spirit.*2

If your psychic power is too weak you probably won't be able to see it.
But if your guardian spirit has strong power you might still be able to see it even if your own power is weak.
If your guardian spirit's power is too strong, however, all you might see is just darkness.


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*1 I think it means when you've finished climbing the stairs for the tenth time and you are at the top of the stairs. It's not very clear even in the original text. (Edit: someone reported to me that she saw it after she climbed down the stairs for the tenth time and was at the bottom of the stairs.)
*2 The Guardian Spirit -  Shugo-rei (守護霊) in Japanese; sort of an eastern counterpart of the Guardian Angel.

Thursday, 3 April 2014

Assault

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A cryptic story

My wife was assaulted by a man while at home.

I checked if she was alright, and apparently she managed to fend off the attacker with a knife she was holding.

When I went to pick her up at the police station, she said,
"I heard the doorbell ring and opened the front door thinking it was you when a man suddenly attacked me."

It must have been a very frightening experience. I held her tight in my arms and caressed her head to soothe her.