Maitta! Always - Daily Amazing Confusions -

These days I've been exhausted with the pressure and the unprecedented amount of communication in English for me in forums I'm in. And I was too busy to communicate online to communicate with God by reading Bible and praying. I shouldn't forget what has given me the motivation of service leadership and join in a course of this. This program has participants of wide range of nationalities and religions, so I thought it's discreet to pick up particular religion, maybe one I belong to or one another member does. But I just noticed that ignoring what originally has given me motivation makes me empty, so I set here the place to write about my faith. The story of (Green Eyed) Clunker I made up was originally narrated as a metaphor of God's creation who may have great power, but can't decide their direction unless they aren't connected to another appropriate creation. But I think I must tell it later, to the point, rather than reserving.

I started this blog with my eyes green (I'd like to explain why later.). Now I have several opportunities to communicate in English now it's time I gave up my green-eyes. -Now just a clunker-

I started this blog to practice English communication on a blog, by writing something interesting or about me regularly. To this purpose, I have found some places to communicate in English. I'm now thinking how I use this blog as a tool of English communication. Can I use it as a shelter to the negative feelings while I'm making encouraging comments in online English-speaking community I belong in.

When I opened a blog, I thought I could express what I wanted to say all over the world. I'm disappointed I haven't express myself as much as I expected before. Still I have had lot to say, I'm usually hesitating thinking about who I can talk to if I want to put my thought effectively. Besides, since English isn't my first language, I sometimes feel inconvenient to express myself in English. While take-it-easy thing will have been what I have to learn for coming many years, my big motivation to learn language is that I want to express myself as deeply and exactly as possible. That's why I'm never fed up with learning vocabulary and grammar. Also, although I've just began to write for a blog, I was seeking posting a masterpiece, in which I'm calculating what time I can put up my core expression most effectively. That's not the attitude for beginner. Actually Green-eyed Clunker is a story I told to my therapist when I was depressed impossible to se...

Investing in Japan's posterity | The Japan Times Online Shared via AddThis I think intensive employment support for second-generation baby boomer - often called "dankai-junior" who have missed the opportunity to be regular employees is needed. Although this generation is one major part of Japanese population, many of them hesitate marriage or having children because they have weak financial base. And there are few policies, from both ruling and opposition parties, explicitly support this generation, although I hear several plans to support younger generation who has more job opportunities. Supporting second-generation baby boomer will help make third-generation.

When you study English at school in Japan, you are always required to be perfect although anyone is hardly possible. Every mistake you make will be corrected. Meanwhile I realize that we don't use so perfect Japanese among family or friends in daily conversation. Sometimes a TV program points out errors of usages of idioms or phrases in daily communication, but not so many people seem to care. So I'm beginning to doubt that language proficiency is determined only by how correctly you can speak the target language.

This is my small step on YouTube, but I realized that it's a little bit better to post the most trivial work than imagining that you are posting great works and actually arn't able to post anything.

Since its wheel wasn't smooth, the clunker always has hard time to move forward. Even though the road was smooth, he couldn't move without pretty rough vibration, and once the road turned rough, he moves with great struggle with relentless shocks. On hot days, he also sweated a lot. Although he managed to move from place to place, he was always under stresses.

The next day at school, I talked with my friends. Obayashi, one of the popular students, speaks about Dragon Something. I've just got to the second continent and now I'm in Rosalia. A few students followed him and asked him several questions, and they also told one another how far their characters advanced. I was also asked how far I'd got to. I said that I was probably level three or four. Every guy in the class seemed to have taken up their own quest. I got to the screen as soon as school finished, and came face to face with the name entry screen just as I did the day before. I had no idea again. I quit the game because I had to yield TV after I played one hour.

I bought the software. I opened the package. I set the cartridge, turned on my computer, and sat in front of the screen. After watching opening demo, with great excitement, I pressed the start button. Then name entry screen appeared. Enter Your Name ! "My name?" I was startled. I didn't want to enter my real name because I didn't want to let my hero with my own name die out of my mistake or in an unexpected situation. However, I didn't any idea of fictional names because I had read few fictions. Anne for my hero? That's even more unsuitable. After I stuck in front of the screen for an hour struggling with the character name, I turned off the computer. That was my first day with "Dragon Something".

............... Hello... I'm MaittakB. I'm so shy that it's taken time to introduce myself. The number of dots shows how I've hesitated to communicate: One day it took 15 minutes to say my name and begin introducing myself. When I bought my favorite RPG, it took so long as 7 days to determine the name of my characters that I couldn't begin to play it until then. One day when I took a phonecall, I didn't know how to answer and was silent for minutes, so I thought of this as "prank receive", just like a prank call. When I had to respond to an email for the first time, I was thinking how to answer fortnight for fear being impolite. It's taken over 10 years to leave any comment on the internet since I began surfing the Web. I'm learning how to interact and how to adjust my communication speed and precision fit to real time communications.

When I went to a seashore, I saw an odd car. It had only one wheel, and its surface was saw-toothed. On the both sides of the face was red marks, on each of which was a green light. It sat on the ground alone, except for a huge bus far behind. Even from that distance, the bus looked proud, while the odd car looked somehow weak and helpless.