Wednesday, April 28, 2010

A Traveller's Log

One month has passed since I left my not-so-beloved Malaysia for Japan.
Japan is quite a nice place for tourism.......but I am not a tourist.
That's a problem.

Here, there are many things that you have to adapt to. And some, I think, I will never adapt very well. Take, for instance, the toilet. When I go to the toilet, I have a very big problem.

How to wash your butt after you shit?

It sounds rather too rough, innit?

But it's a fact, here, they don't design toilets in the same way as Malaysians.
The toilet doesn't have a pipe in it, you see.
They expect you to use the tissue each and every time you use the toilet.
Imagine that. I tried wiping my butt once with the tissue.
It hurt. I got f***ing scratches on my f***ing butt!
No wonder Islam insists on enforcing Islamic country.
It is to make sure that every toilet has a pipe! That's all.

Ok, that's one problem. Another problem is regarding the amount of noise I can make in my room.
On weekends, when I got nothing to do, I grab my guitar and sing.
It was morning, 11 o'clock.
I played my keyboard. Then somebody knocked on my door.
I asked him, what's the matter.
He said people were trying to sleep, so keep my noise down.
Woi! It's 11 already! And you're trying to sleep?
My shit.

Ok, that's a problem, too.

Overall, the people have been very kind and nice. A little bit cold, but nice.
I already made some friends, and they are all very nice people.
Of course it is hard to communicate, as there are a lot of things that I don't understand, but they are very helpful.
There are friends that I can sleep together in class.
I tell you, who the hell is stupid enough to take Latin language classes that is taught completely in Japanese?
Ok, I am stupid enough.
Taking Philosophy, for what? I don't understand what the professor is trying to convey.
Ideas of The World, a very awesome name.....but actually the name should be "English-Japanese Transliteration Class".
When I chose "Discrimination Today"'s class, I didn't expect a class in which we are told that confessing that you're a homosexual is a most wonderful thing.
That's the Faculty of Letters,Department of Humanities.
Weird classes.

Reporting from Minami-Senri, Suita, Osaka.
This is Abdul Rauf The W4LR6S.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Lewat Dan Ponteng

Oh tidak.....aku x masuk kelas da......

Thank You, Dear Bloody Cold Wind

Oh well. Misfortune after misfortune.

First, my newly-bought bicycle was rendered unusable because someone locked and took the keys and disappear-I could not pull out the key, nor could I lock it-and I was forced to pull the bike from the monorail station, and on the way, the tyre blew off.

Second, my umbrella disappeared. I put it in the place the Japanese usually put their umbrellas in. After 1 hour or so, I checked it, and it was gone. Somebody must have mistook the umbrellas as his and took it. Well, just buying a new one would suffice, I thought. But the new umbrella couldn`t withstand the strong wind of yesterday. It was damaged the moment I opened it.

Today, I missed the train on 10.14. Which means I am late for the class. When I arrived at the class, the door`s already closed. I cannot enter the class. So here I am, venting in my blog, wondering if I will be able to escape the Go-gatsu Byo.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Alangkah Ganjilnya Tuhan Itu

The title doesn`t have any connection with the post`s contents.
I`m getting used to the environment here, get to socialise with fellow students, whether locals or foreigners, enjoying the classes (I already know in which class I can sleep) and worrying about my loss of appetite, difficulties in finding halal food, skipping prayers and stuff.

At night, I relax in my room and use my phone to access the internet.

I`m lost.

I can`t comprehend the God`s plans for me.

Which is the reason why I used to hate Him so much.

Not anymore, though, but I realised one thing.

Nothing lasts forever.

Something that begins has to end.

When will my life end?

I can only wait. Until the Death comes, I will work hard to make ends meet.