1STPAI is a hiden track found in the game Taiko: Drum Master (or Taiko no Tatsujin) for Nintendo Wii 2.
Apparently, you need to analyze the data itself in order to find it.
(No one knows for what purpose the track was left in there)
The music is a mixture of the sound of laughters and heavy footfalls, plus a snippet from Verdi's Requiem.
It sounds VERY CREEPY so I don't advise you to listen to it at night.
Monday, 20 May 2013
Saturday, 18 May 2013
Memory Loss
Note: Please do NOT copy and paste this story somewhere else on the web without my permission. Thank you for your cooperation.
Auntumn, 2001.
I had caught a cold and was on my way to a hospital in Okubo.*1 I was standing inside a train on Seibu-Shinjuku line*2.
Then my head started to throb intensely and I shut my eyes tight to endure the pain.
That was as far as I remember, and the next thing I knew, it was already sunset and I was surrounded by an unfamiliar landscape.
I was wearing clothes I didn't remember buying, and my hair had gone from black to light brown although I had never dyed my hair.
I panicked and ran into the nearest ramen*3 shop and asked the owner where I was.
I was near Fukushima Station in Osaka city,*4 and one year had elapsed. My mobile phone had been switched to a different model.
In the contact list I found more than ten phone numbers, all of which had one-word names such as "M" or "H,"*5 but found no phone numbers of family or acquaintances.
For some reason I got scared of those strange phone numbers so I threw the phone away. I called home from the police station.
My family were all shocked too. They had already been to the police to file a missing persons report.
Anyway I'm now back at home, and still go to the mental hospital for monthly checkups.
I couldn't go back to my original job so I'm now working for a temp agency.
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*1 - Okubo （大久保): a town in Tokyo.
*2 - Seibu-Shinjuku Line (西武新宿線): A railway line running from Tokyo to Saitama (Wiki).
*3 - Ramen (ラーメン): A popular Japanese noodle dish (Wiki).
*4 -Osaka (大阪): One of the major cities of Japan, located in the west of Japan's mainland and very far away from Tokyo. (Wiki). For Fukushima Station see Wiki
*5 - M or H: The original Japanese words are ま or ひ (pronounced "ma" or "hi"). I translated them as M or H because if I write "ma" or "hi" they won 't be "one word."
Some people guess that the author might have been suffering from "fugue state."
Auntumn, 2001.
I had caught a cold and was on my way to a hospital in Okubo.*1 I was standing inside a train on Seibu-Shinjuku line*2.
Then my head started to throb intensely and I shut my eyes tight to endure the pain.
That was as far as I remember, and the next thing I knew, it was already sunset and I was surrounded by an unfamiliar landscape.
I was wearing clothes I didn't remember buying, and my hair had gone from black to light brown although I had never dyed my hair.
I panicked and ran into the nearest ramen*3 shop and asked the owner where I was.
I was near Fukushima Station in Osaka city,*4 and one year had elapsed. My mobile phone had been switched to a different model.
In the contact list I found more than ten phone numbers, all of which had one-word names such as "M" or "H,"*5 but found no phone numbers of family or acquaintances.
For some reason I got scared of those strange phone numbers so I threw the phone away. I called home from the police station.
My family were all shocked too. They had already been to the police to file a missing persons report.
Anyway I'm now back at home, and still go to the mental hospital for monthly checkups.
I couldn't go back to my original job so I'm now working for a temp agency.
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*1 - Okubo （大久保): a town in Tokyo.
*2 - Seibu-Shinjuku Line (西武新宿線): A railway line running from Tokyo to Saitama (Wiki).
*3 - Ramen (ラーメン): A popular Japanese noodle dish (Wiki).
*4 -Osaka (大阪): One of the major cities of Japan, located in the west of Japan's mainland and very far away from Tokyo. (Wiki). For Fukushima Station see Wiki
*5 - M or H: The original Japanese words are ま or ひ (pronounced "ma" or "hi"). I translated them as M or H because if I write "ma" or "hi" they won 't be "one word."
Some people guess that the author might have been suffering from "fugue state."
Thursday, 16 May 2013
I Cannot Love My Child
Note: Please do NOT copy and paste this story somewhere else on the web without my permission. Feedback and comments are welcome!
My father was a manic-depressive.
When my fiance and I decided to tie the knot, my family and my fiance's family got together for the first time to have a meal.
My father was trying very hard to be entertaining. When my father had me he was already 50 years old, and during the war time he was a college student. He said he managed to evade the draft because he was yet to reach the minimum draft age, but those were very hard times and they barely had enough to eat.
My father was probably becoming too excited as he spoke about those hard times and at one point he cracked up saying, "Once I was so hungry that I caught a cat in a trap and ate it." Until then I had never heard such a story from him, and also it was such an inappropriate subject to discuss at the occasion that I was shocked and afraid what my fiance's parents' reaction would be.
Meanwhile my father, realising what he had just said, suddenly fell silent. His hands were shaking violently as he uttered, "P...please, take care of my daughter, please." And with that he got up and left the room.
After that both my mother and I had to spend many long mintues apologizing to the other family. "What a funny thing he's just said..... I hope you don't mind!"
My father didn''t come back for a long time.
I began to worry about him and asked my fiance to come with me to look for him.
My father meanwhile had hanged himself by his tie.
Under normal circumstances we wouldn't have got married but by then I was already pregnant so we decided to just register our marriage, omitting the ceremony.
A year later I gave birth to a son but he looks so much like my father that I cannot bring myself to love him.
My father was a manic-depressive.
When my fiance and I decided to tie the knot, my family and my fiance's family got together for the first time to have a meal.
My father was trying very hard to be entertaining. When my father had me he was already 50 years old, and during the war time he was a college student. He said he managed to evade the draft because he was yet to reach the minimum draft age, but those were very hard times and they barely had enough to eat.
My father was probably becoming too excited as he spoke about those hard times and at one point he cracked up saying, "Once I was so hungry that I caught a cat in a trap and ate it." Until then I had never heard such a story from him, and also it was such an inappropriate subject to discuss at the occasion that I was shocked and afraid what my fiance's parents' reaction would be.
Meanwhile my father, realising what he had just said, suddenly fell silent. His hands were shaking violently as he uttered, "P...please, take care of my daughter, please." And with that he got up and left the room.
After that both my mother and I had to spend many long mintues apologizing to the other family. "What a funny thing he's just said..... I hope you don't mind!"
My father didn''t come back for a long time.
I began to worry about him and asked my fiance to come with me to look for him.
My father meanwhile had hanged himself by his tie.
Under normal circumstances we wouldn't have got married but by then I was already pregnant so we decided to just register our marriage, omitting the ceremony.
A year later I gave birth to a son but he looks so much like my father that I cannot bring myself to love him.
Tuesday, 14 May 2013
The Hotel Room
Note: I'm not the authour of this story. I've translated it from original Japanese into English. Please do NOT copy and paste it somewhere else on the web without my permission.
(This is a cryptic story)
Before a business trip, my colleague told me that the hotel at which I was staying was haunted.
That night I was trembling from fear as I went to bed.
Sure enough, in the middle of the night, I heard some knockings on the door.
At first I thought it was someone from the hotel service and I asked the person what he wanted, but there was no answer.
I was afraid to look in the direction of the door and ended up just lying there awake, while the relentless knocking continued throughout the night.
In the morning, as soon as the knocking halted, I hurried to the front desk and checked out.
I told my colleague about the knocking after I got back and he said, "I knew this was going to happen," and he told me a story about the incident that happened at the hotel long time ago.
The hotel was once set on fire and there was a guy who failed to escape.
This guy unfortunately got trapped inside his room and died right there.
Phew, that was close. It makes me shudder to think what would've happened to me if I'd opened that door.
(This is a cryptic story)
Before a business trip, my colleague told me that the hotel at which I was staying was haunted.
That night I was trembling from fear as I went to bed.
Sure enough, in the middle of the night, I heard some knockings on the door.
At first I thought it was someone from the hotel service and I asked the person what he wanted, but there was no answer.
I was afraid to look in the direction of the door and ended up just lying there awake, while the relentless knocking continued throughout the night.
In the morning, as soon as the knocking halted, I hurried to the front desk and checked out.
I told my colleague about the knocking after I got back and he said, "I knew this was going to happen," and he told me a story about the incident that happened at the hotel long time ago.
The hotel was once set on fire and there was a guy who failed to escape.
This guy unfortunately got trapped inside his room and died right there.
Phew, that was close. It makes me shudder to think what would've happened to me if I'd opened that door.
Monday, 13 May 2013
The Reason for the Temproary Closure of Saya in Underworld
Some of you may be wondering why I have been blocking all access to my blog.
I have made you worry a lot, so I feel I owe you some explanation.
The reason for my action can be encapsulated in one sentence:
I WAS FED UP & SUPER BUSY.
That is, I was fed up with the whole blog affair, and busy with all the things I had to do in my daily life.
1) Why fed up?
Well, before I closed off my blog, I'd been getting some upleasant messages.
Then the day came when I received a particularly nasty message; and man, that really was the last straw.
Basically, the guy who sent me this message asked me why I'm asking people to put links to my blog and give me proper credit when they want to translate or put my works elsewhere on the net. He said that doesn't make sense to him, because I myself never refer to the original works. He said I was "selfish." He then went on to say that since I am selfish it follows that he can also do whatever he likes with my works, so he will just go ahead and translate my works, and post them on his site without asking for my permission or giving me credit.
Well, it was obvious from the start that this guy is a clueless ignorant stupid bastard who doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as me. lol
Not only is he rude, but his logic (if that can be called a logic) doesn't make any sense (why does it give him the right to do whatever he likes just because he thinks I'm selfish?) , and he hasn't got the slightest clue about what he's talking about.
Now I've gotta say a few things in my defence, ladies and gentelmen.
The fact is that most of the works which I translate have their origin in 2 channel, and therefore were originally written ANONYMOUSLY. So I have no way of knowing who the original authors are. Therefore, I cannot mention their names or give them credit or link up to their sites even if I wished to.
Moreover, it is widely acknowledged among Japanese netizens that stuff from 2 channel are free to be used by anyone in whatever way they like, and can be copied and pasted anywhere on the net, as long as they don't try to make a commercial profit out of them.
And you all know that I'm doing all of this for free.
On top of that, while the copyright of the original works belong to the original authors,
the copyright of the translated works belong to ME.
No two translations are alike, and you should know how much time and effort I invest into each story; so I don't think it's unreasonable if I assert my copyright for them.
So the idea of having idiots like him come to my blog and steal my works was just too much for me.
I mean, think about it. He comes to my blog, reads the works that I have translated by the sweat of my brow all for free, and enjoys them so much that he decides to translate them into his own language. But then the next thing he does is to send me a bitchy message like that. I tell you,
he sounded almost like he held some sort of grudge against me. It sounded like I murdered his mother or something.
Anyway, so that's that.
And it wasn't only him that pissed me off. I know there are people out there who are stealing my works. I really don't like it. I know that it's just another annoying yet common occurence in the cyber world, but I find it really unpleasant. I can only trust each of you to act honourably and responsibly, my dear readers.
2) Why super busy?
What can I say?
Who cannot be but busy in the modern capitalist society where time is money, work is holy, and idle people are considered less than scum?
LOL
Anyway, I've got tons of things to do in life, just like everyone else.
I can't sit in front of the laptop all day updating my blog, expecially the blog which gives me an upleasant feeling.
When I'm in good mood I can be magnanimous and ignore nasty comments but when I'm under pressure and tired, I really can't be bothered to handle all that rubbish. Living alone in a foreign country is stressful enough, you know.
So there you have my basic story.
It was a good thing I stayed away for a while because it gave me time to recover my mental strength and question myself whether I really wanted to continue with the blog or not.
I've decided to come back because after all I do really enjoy translating these stories for its own sake, and what's more many of you whom I've met through the blog are very nice and decent people and I want to keep in touch with you.
I also know some of you find inspiration in these stories, and it's a pleasure for me to assist you in your creative endeavour.
Thank you all for welcoming me back with warm words.
Please continue to give me feedback and moral support through comments whenever you can, I'd really appreciate it. ;)
Cheers,
Saya
Sunday, 12 May 2013
Hi guys!
Long time no see.
How are you all doing??
Sorry for all the worries I've caused.
I'm gonna explain to you what's been happening with me, within a few days.
Meanwhile take care, and thank you for all your support.
Love,
Saya
(P.S. I've posted a new episode of My Master Series below. I hope you enjoy reading it!)
How are you all doing??
Sorry for all the worries I've caused.
I'm gonna explain to you what's been happening with me, within a few days.
Meanwhile take care, and thank you for all your support.
Love,
Saya
(P.S. I've posted a new episode of My Master Series below. I hope you enjoy reading it!)
My Master Series Episode 8: "Aruku"
Note: I'm not the authour of this story. I've translated it from the original Japanese into English. Please do NOT copy and paste it somewhere else on the web without my permission. Thank you for your cooperation.
I knew one senpai*1 who went out with a very eccentric girl.
This senpai was my Master in the Way of Occult, and according to his own words the girl possessed "greater power than him."
I will name her "Aruku-san*2" here, for convinience. I remember her field of study was some sort of Literature but I forgot what she exactly specialized in.
Soon after I entered the university I had a chance to be alone with Aruku-san in the club room.
She was a beautiful girl for sure, but her forever expressionless face made it difficult to read her thoughts and for that reason I wasn't particularly fond of her.
She was typing something in on her laptop when she suddenly looked up and said some weird stuff.
"The words - they keep coming into my mouth."
Eh?
'"Sometimes at night, when I am typing, the words I have just written start floating up in the air and then they all start coming into my mouth."
"Um.....OK..."
What the hell?
"Do you understand? And they don't stop. They grow in number and become a lot more than I have originally written. They keep coming in and in and I can't shut my mouth while they are doing it; that is what I find most frightening."
She was dead serious.
At the time the word "denpa" *3 was yet to become popular but she was a true denpa alright.
Yet, to be fair, she wasn't just your ordinary crazy person.
She was unbelievably smart. More than once I saw her defeat my master in debates.
Aruku-san was also someone who possessed an uncanny intuition.
She could tell when buses were late*4 , and also when one time we were watching TV she suddenly told me to change the channel and the moment I did so we got to see a famous baseball player hit a homerun. These kinds of strange coincidences often happened around her.
Once I lightly asked my master, "What is Aruku-san, really?"
"You know Edgar Cayce*5?" He said.
"Of course I know him. The guy who has prophetic dreams and gives readings while in a trance, right?"
"She's probably the same, that Aruku."
"What do you mean?"
"I wish I could let you see her while she's sleeping. It's terrifying."
I didn't understand what he meant by "terrifying" but he dodged my question.
"Edgar Cayce isn't my area of study but I think she didn't aquire it like him. She was born with it."
"What? Does she have prohetic dreams?"
"I don't know what it is. I don't know whether she is sleeping or awake when she does it. But she sometimes gets it right, and other times gets it wrong. Maybe her state is close to what you are like when you are having that virtual experience during sleep paralysis."
I often had this experience during the sleep paralysis, where I thought I had got up when in fact I was still in bed. Sometimes this went on for a long time, and at its worst I would spend one whole day in this state and then wake up to find all my time getting rewound to the beginning of the day. During high school years I recorded my experiences on a notebook and was making a study out of it.
My master somehow got really interested in this notebook and had often pestered me to hand it over to him; so in the end I relented and gave it to him as he wished.
When I think about it now, he probably wanted my notebook as a material to use for his study on Aruku-san's powers.
"I see. You just want to keep Aruku-san all to yourself, don't you, senpai?"
He grinned, took out a floppy disk out of his pocket, and waved it in the air.
That was too timely and I think that floppy disk was just a bluff, but there is no doubt he was keeping some sort of files on Aruku-san.
But the creepiest thing was just after I graduated she warned me, "Beware of flood."
I had forgotten about her warning until now, but at the moment I'm back in my hometown after I've failed to find a job in the city, and our house is situated in a place where if a big earthquake hit might sink underwater. The next earthquake's victims in my area has recently been estimated as 30,000 people at most. What am I gonna do? I'm so scared. How many years will it be before the earthquake hit us? *sobs*
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*1 Senpai :(先輩) an honorific term applied to a senior student by a junior student (for more info see wikipedia)
*2 Aruku-san: literally translated as "Miss Walk," where "san" is a common honorific denoting "Mr, Mrs, Ms, Miss," and "Aruku （歩く）" is a verb meaning "to walk". I have no idea why the narrator chose such a word for a psuedonym.
*3 denpa :(電波) literally "radio wave", it is a slung denoting a crazy person. A term is derived from the fact that delusional people often talk about dangerous radio waves invading their lives.
*4 Fortunately, Japanese buses are in general very punctual and late buses are rare occurences.
*5 Edgar Cayce: an American psychic who allegedly had the ability to give answers to questions on subjects such as healing, wars, and even had visions of the world's end (wikipedia)
I knew one senpai*1 who went out with a very eccentric girl.
This senpai was my Master in the Way of Occult, and according to his own words the girl possessed "greater power than him."
I will name her "Aruku-san*2" here, for convinience. I remember her field of study was some sort of Literature but I forgot what she exactly specialized in.
Soon after I entered the university I had a chance to be alone with Aruku-san in the club room.
She was a beautiful girl for sure, but her forever expressionless face made it difficult to read her thoughts and for that reason I wasn't particularly fond of her.
She was typing something in on her laptop when she suddenly looked up and said some weird stuff.
"The words - they keep coming into my mouth."
Eh?
'"Sometimes at night, when I am typing, the words I have just written start floating up in the air and then they all start coming into my mouth."
"Um.....OK..."
What the hell?
"Do you understand? And they don't stop. They grow in number and become a lot more than I have originally written. They keep coming in and in and I can't shut my mouth while they are doing it; that is what I find most frightening."
She was dead serious.
At the time the word "denpa" *3 was yet to become popular but she was a true denpa alright.
Yet, to be fair, she wasn't just your ordinary crazy person.
She was unbelievably smart. More than once I saw her defeat my master in debates.
Aruku-san was also someone who possessed an uncanny intuition.
She could tell when buses were late*4 , and also when one time we were watching TV she suddenly told me to change the channel and the moment I did so we got to see a famous baseball player hit a homerun. These kinds of strange coincidences often happened around her.
Once I lightly asked my master, "What is Aruku-san, really?"
"You know Edgar Cayce*5?" He said.
"Of course I know him. The guy who has prophetic dreams and gives readings while in a trance, right?"
"She's probably the same, that Aruku."
"What do you mean?"
"I wish I could let you see her while she's sleeping. It's terrifying."
I didn't understand what he meant by "terrifying" but he dodged my question.
"Edgar Cayce isn't my area of study but I think she didn't aquire it like him. She was born with it."
"What? Does she have prohetic dreams?"
"I don't know what it is. I don't know whether she is sleeping or awake when she does it. But she sometimes gets it right, and other times gets it wrong. Maybe her state is close to what you are like when you are having that virtual experience during sleep paralysis."
I often had this experience during the sleep paralysis, where I thought I had got up when in fact I was still in bed. Sometimes this went on for a long time, and at its worst I would spend one whole day in this state and then wake up to find all my time getting rewound to the beginning of the day. During high school years I recorded my experiences on a notebook and was making a study out of it.
My master somehow got really interested in this notebook and had often pestered me to hand it over to him; so in the end I relented and gave it to him as he wished.
When I think about it now, he probably wanted my notebook as a material to use for his study on Aruku-san's powers.
"I see. You just want to keep Aruku-san all to yourself, don't you, senpai?"
He grinned, took out a floppy disk out of his pocket, and waved it in the air.
That was too timely and I think that floppy disk was just a bluff, but there is no doubt he was keeping some sort of files on Aruku-san.
But the creepiest thing was just after I graduated she warned me, "Beware of flood."
I had forgotten about her warning until now, but at the moment I'm back in my hometown after I've failed to find a job in the city, and our house is situated in a place where if a big earthquake hit might sink underwater. The next earthquake's victims in my area has recently been estimated as 30,000 people at most. What am I gonna do? I'm so scared. How many years will it be before the earthquake hit us? *sobs*
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
*1 Senpai :(先輩) an honorific term applied to a senior student by a junior student (for more info see wikipedia)
*2 Aruku-san: literally translated as "Miss Walk," where "san" is a common honorific denoting "Mr, Mrs, Ms, Miss," and "Aruku （歩く）" is a verb meaning "to walk". I have no idea why the narrator chose such a word for a psuedonym.
*3 denpa :(電波) literally "radio wave", it is a slung denoting a crazy person. A term is derived from the fact that delusional people often talk about dangerous radio waves invading their lives.
*4 Fortunately, Japanese buses are in general very punctual and late buses are rare occurences.
*5 Edgar Cayce: an American psychic who allegedly had the ability to give answers to questions on subjects such as healing, wars, and even had visions of the world's end (wikipedia)
Sunday, 27 January 2013
Escape from the Haunted Room
Somehow you find yourself trapped in a gloomy apartment room.
As soon as you start searching for a way to escape, you realise there is another strange presence in the room....
You will find various items scattered around the room, some of which you should combine to solve some puzzles.
I found this an enjoyable game that sent a few chills down my spine!
Click here to play ----> Escape from the Haunted Room
Many thanks to noprops, the maker of this game, who graciously allowed me to introduce his creation on my blog.
There are TWO types of endings.
If you are stuck, LOOK AT THE HINTS (now I have two hints here).
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If you get stuck, you may ask others for guidance, in the comments below.
However, please do NOT give out direct answers. You may only give hints, because it's not good to spoil other people's fun to solve the puzzles themselves!!
Please refrain from writing spoilers in your comment.
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