Thank you so much everyone for your lovely comments! Lots of love!

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Tarako Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone!

I'm sorry for not having been able to reply to your comments. But I still appreciate them very much.
And please note that sadly updating this blog is at the bottom of my priority list at the moment.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

Goodbye with the Dolphin Dream

A weird Japanese flash.

GO TO: Goodbye with the Dolphin Dream
(There will be some sound. So watch the volume.)

The girl says "Please kill me first before going any further."
Just keep clicking and see what happens.

The title is apparently so called because you end up with a picture of a pool of blood in the shape of a dolphin.
Nothing too graphic, so don't worry.

Sunday, 12 December 2010

Reincarnation: Trailers

It was a good film. I enjoyed watching it.

Looks like you can watch the whole thing on youtube.

Ah.. and guys, I don't have a lot of time to update :D

Tuesday, 7 December 2010


Another cryptic story for you!

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.


I was in a station, sitting on a bench and waiting for the train to come.
Presently, a lady holding a baby to her breast sat down next to me.
Well I'm fond of children and I couldn't help but stare at the sweet-looking baby.
The  lady noticed this and she started chatting to me in a friendly manner.
'This isn't actually a baby, you know. It's a bag.'
As she said so, she turned over the baby's clothes and showed me a zipper on the belly.
Now that she said it, I noticed that the baby's eyes appeared to be made of glass too.
'Wow, it looks very realistic."'
'Yes, I know. It takes a lot of work to make it. Time-consuming, too. But it doesn't bother me, because I love recycling things,' she replied with a smile.
Just then the train pulled up. She stood up and got on the train.

I was going to catch the same train but I couldn't bring myself to move.
So I sat there rigid and stared after the train until it disappeared into the distance.

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Seven Steps

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.


I heard this from my friend at college.

It's a common story but there was an apartment that had one room where no one stayed for very long.
Everyone left within one week of renting it.
The room was on the first floor in the corner of the building and you could reach it by climbing a flight of stairs with seven steps.

The landlord felt uncomfortable about the whole affair and it bothered him a lot, but one day he got a tenant who stayed well over a week.

That made the landlord feel happier but just to make sure everything was alright he went to the room to check on the tenant.

But no one responded to the landlord's knockings.
The landloard felt something was amiss and he rang up the police. When the police arrived they broke into the room together.
Inside, they found the tenant's dead body.
The cause of the death was unclear and to find out what had happened the police then went around asking for information.
They managed to talk to some of the previous tenants of the room but none of them was willing to talk about the room.
However in the end they managed to get one person talking. His story went like this:

Every night a child's voice was heard.
On the first night after the tenant moved in, the voice said:
 'Oooone step Iiii've cliiiimbed...'
He wondered what it was but nothing else happened and so he just ignored it.
But the next day he heard the same voice say:
'Twooo steps Iiii've cliiiiimbed...'
On the thrid day it said: "Threee steps Iiii've cliiiiiimbed..."
And so it went on the same way, on the fourth, the fifth and the sixth day.
The voice was clearly getting closer.

There were only seven steps on the stairs.
All previous tenants ran away fearing what might happen if it reached the seventh step.

And it appears the only person who knows the answer to that is the dead tenant.