Posts from Sacred Haven of Debauchery Auto-translated

That’s right, he didn’t add anyone to his ICQ contact list because he doesn’t use it.

Here, I thought about that too. Whoever hasn't been on HeroesWorld isn't a true fan :)

Why is no one here? I have Revan, Thorium, Lizard, and Slonysh in my ICQ contacts – they were GMs for the Mafia games I played.

and none of them told you how to enable HW? That’s awful. Especially Lizard).

Well, I didn't really ask...

Actually, I didn't ask, but I was told.

Well, that’s how it is. I’m not liked here.

I was trying to get Amk to come to my website while HW is down, but he said he's working. So, here I am.

Well, that's how it is. They don't like me here.

Yeah... and several people even wrote to me about it.

Art subtly trolls.

Someone wrote to me, and I won't brag about who it was. Then, they posted a message to everyone on VKontakte. And I wrote to Aru, but he said that he wouldn't change anything in the file; it would resolve itself. And it did.

I didn't know anything and didn't make any changes. I was worried about you guys, in case something had happened.

Arco is a real paranoid. He's afraid that if anyone touches the host, his cool hacker Vlad will hack them.

Finally fixed it.

A week of absence due to illness didn't leave the best impression—when I arrived at the university on Monday morning, the first subject was Japanese, and the first thing I remembered after 10-15 minutes was that picture many know of a pilot with the caption "I ***** don't understand." The morning, by the way, was cold. When I woke up while approaching Kyiv, I found that my feet were literally frozen; I had trouble getting up afterward. It was also kind of funny that I was sitting at the back of the bus on the left by the window, and to my right and in front of me were two policemen each, as if they were escorting me.
By the way, this week I remembered something we were told in the first lectures: that the Portuguese called the Japanese language the devil's tongue because the meaning of a sentence can only be understood at the end (the verb is always at the end, among other reasons). Later, my classmates and I discovered another difference in thinking while studying time (hours, minutes, days of the week, etc.). For example, a simple phrase "from 12:00 to 1:00" would sound like じゅにじからいちじまでです, read as: "ju-ni ji kara ichi ji made desu." Essentially, kara means "from," and made means "to." And as seen in the writing, they are placed after the numbers themselves.

In Ecology and Life Safety (combined subjects) this same Monday, there were funny and VERY subjective tests. The first was to check the satisfaction of various needs.
There are 15 statements, and each one must be compared with every other (i.e., 1 with 2,3,4... 15; 2 with 3, 4, 5... 15, and so on) to choose the priority.
Items 10 (avoiding danger) and 13 (buying nice things) are absolutely wonderful points. By the way, based on the total score, it is impossible to get a result where the test subject is satisfied in everything, or conversely, dissatisfied in everything. That's strange. I personally ended up with partial satisfaction across all five rows.
The second test was to determine the level of self-esteem. Fifteen points, each with five answer options—very often, often, sometimes, rarely, never—and corresponding scores: 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.
Honestly, I didn't quite understand how the items in this test relate to self-esteem. For example: I often worry for no reason; I feel that some misfortune awaits me; I don't feel safe.
There were three results:
More than 30 points: you underestimate yourself.
Less than 10 points: you should get rid of the feeling of superiority and arrogance, and accept as a matter of course that you are the cause of every conflict situation.
And from 10 to 30 is like the golden mean, and everything is fine.

Can you guess what result my neighbor and I got? Yep, the second one. I have 7 points, he has 6. Generally, if you sum it up, in the author's opinion, a person who doesn't worry for no reason or shake fearing they'll be hit by a car when leaving their building has a huge ego. I disagree with this.

And now the third little test: a test to determine the level of stress resistance. There isn't much to describe here—there are 9 levels, the first being very low (54 points) and the ninth being very high (22-25 points). Again, my neighbor and I have a funny situation—we both have 20 points, a result that isn't even in the table. How did they even calculate this?

On Tuesday there was only one double period, because for the second and third we were taken to the main building's assembly hall, where a famous Chinese man had arrived (I didn't remember his name, unfortunately), who then told us about the tea ceremony, about coffee and tea in general, as well as many other things. He spoke to us exclusively in English. I understood something like 80-90% of his speech. I must note, it was quite pleasant. I liked this Chinese man—the way he talked and how he behaved in principle. I don't know why I find Asians so pleasant. Maybe because of the charming smiles?
There were two other interesting moments here. Before the speech began, one essentially unremarkable person was attracting everyone's attention in the assembly hall—apparently just a guest, however.
She was a very beautiful Asian woman (I assumed she was Korean due to her appearance; on the other hand, one could assume she was Chinese since a Chinese man was speaking and other Chinese people were present). The point is, while we were there, my classmate said that in moments like this (when she sees such people), she wished she were a guy. I want to be a boy sometimes... Oh Shi... :smile04: Then in the dormitory, two other girls separately mentioned "how beautiful that Asian woman was."
Also during the Chinese man's presentation, one of the girls played traditional Chinese music on some instrument unknown to me. I had listened to similar music at home before (besides, something like this can be heard in some locations in PV), but now the music made a greater impression. The performer's hand movements were incredibly smooth, like rubber.

On Wednesday there was linguistic country studies, which for more than once has... tempted me to argue with the teacher. During the first lecture, they showed us some Japanese TV show from the 90s that talked about Ukraine. Damn it, I came to study the Japanese language and the culture of Japan, not to hear about this country yet again. Not the point, though; we obviously understood nothing, so the teacher paraphrased the content for us. Of everything we were told, what stuck in my head most was that "the culture of Russia emerged from Ukrainian." Okay. I certainly don't burn with a special love for current Russia, but something like that sounded somewhat absurd and even irritating/funny.
And this time it was complete nonsense.
Well, let's start with the normal part.
Like two very similar tiers of cultural borrowings:
China -> Korea -> Japan
I was slightly mistaken in thinking that Japan borrowed part of Chinese culture directly through China. As it turned out, first the Koreans borrowed it, and then the Japanese did so through them. I don't remember which century, but when the population of Japan consisted of 6 million, one million Koreans (who had already borrowed the culture of China) migrated there (which is a lot compared to the population of Japan).
The second tier is like this:
Byzantium -> Kievan Rus -> Grand Duchy of Moscow
Basically the same as in the previous case.
They said something about it, but the point was that the states at the end of these tiers—Russia and Japan—got the most profit from these borrowings; they developed strongly, while the "intermediaries," in this case Korea and Kievan Rus (remembering that in Ukraine, Ukraine is considered the heir to KR, while Russia is not) and subsequently Ukraine ended up in the worst position. Korea was a colony of Japan, and Ukraine... Well, who hasn't she been under?
In general, I still didn't understand where they were leading with this, but they emphasized that Ukraine is very closely linked to Korea by such a tight fate.
And then they listed VERY STRONG SIMILARITIES between Japan and Ukraine, which DO NOT EXIST BETWEEN ANY OTHER STATES.

1. Borrowed culture, religion, and so on.
2. In Japan, Buddhism was forced at one time; in KR, the same happened with Orthodoxy.
3. Japan borrowed Chinese writing, and similarly, the reformers of the Slavic alphabet were Byzantine guys whose names, I think, aren't worth mentioning.
4. SOCIAL STRATA:
Samurai and Cossacks. Allegedly, there are no more similar social strata in the world. The first supposedly protected their lord, and the second Ukraine. Great similarity.
5. ONLY UKRAINE AND ONLY JAPAN HAVE EXPERIENCED ATOMIC CALAMITIES.
6. For Ukrainians and Japanese, poetry is the most important thing in literature.
7. The favorite tree of the Japanese is sakura, for Ukrainians—cherry.
8. Cult of cleanliness. The teacher said that during 10 years of living in Japan, he hadn't seen a single Japanese person who was sweaty, hadn't seen trash on the streets or disorder in houses and apartments. Okay, I can't argue with him; I haven't lived there. However, I live here, and I can say that this statement is completely inapplicable to Ukrainians, and probably to Slavs in general.

There was something more like that, but I think the point is clear anyway. I don't mind some connection being mentioned, but not in such categorical colors. On the other hand, such material could be used to strongly tease Russian anime fans or just lovers of Japan and haters of Ukraine :smile04:
In this same class, they talked about (well—mentioned) the cruelty of the Japanese in the twentieth century; for me, this information was not new (funny enough, a week ago Loken sent me a copypasta on a similar topic), but for some, it apparently came as a novelty.

After classes, my neighbor and I went to the station; he needed to buy tickets. While he stepped away, I noticed an interesting girl. Specifically, she was dressed like this: a pink (not magenta) jacket and... strange tight jeans, cut in front and back halfway to the knees, creating the impression of a kind of skirt. The material on the sides was untouched, so the "bottom" and "top" still remained one piece of clothing. All the time she stood in the queue parallel to mine, she clicked a pink (again—not magenta) phone, but that's not important; what I liked very much were her hair. Dyed blonde with long, neat pink stripes; in some places—rarely—black could be found (despite such contrast, it didn't create an impression of "mess," as there wasn't much black and the spots for it were chosen well). All this while the hair was tied into two long ponytails on the sides (pink stripes were also on them), and in front, beautiful wavy curls fell onto her face. Perfect symmetry everywhere and in everything kidface.jpg
Not that I am very own-loving or find many muses, just that I would like to remember many people I meet as a work of art, but an imperfect memory does not allow this.

After the station, we went looking for the bank branch whose ATM had seized my aforementioned card. Reminder: this ATM was in the building where I study.
On the slip of paper issued by the ATM during seizure, an address was written—Shevchenko Boulevard 14. We remembered that our building is on the same street, so we looked nearby. We asked people. Then we walk and see Shevchenko Boulevard 16, and across the road... Our building.
We go inside. I turn to the security guard, laughing a bit, asking something like "excuse me please, but... is the address of this building by any chance Shevchenko Boulevard 14?". He smiled and asked "guys, what year are you in?". Well then. In general, it turned out that the address indicated on that scrap of paper was the address of the ATM that seized the card. The branch of this bank was located in the rectorate of our university. We went to the "red building" and... It turned out it wasn't there either. Other guards pointed us to the final address. We went inside. I tell the woman responsible for letting people in that I need to get my card. She says this can be done at such-and-such time every day except Wednesday (If you go up a couple of lines from this message, you'll find that it was indeed Wednesday). However, the disappointment wasn't that funny. If the ATM seized the card, it can be retrieved on Wednesday too. It's simple—I went in, they told me they hadn't received it—end of story.

Thursday morning started with rain. I and the same neighbor I mentioned earlier, as usual, without eating or sleeping enough, running late, went outside, and there was a little rain. Luckily I had an umbrella. When we arrived (five minutes late) in the classroom, only one person was sitting there besides the teacher. Some little rain knocked the whole group out of their normal state. By the way, both of us needed to get to the Japanese embassy by five o'clock in the evening today, and we are told that immediately after classes... We need to go to the university hospital for a medical examination. We went. Somehow I turned out to be very reactive and did everything quickly, but of course, I waited for the others. When we finished, almost immediately the two of us set off in search of the embassy.
There's no time, and besides everything else, photos were needed, which we didn't have. Only after reaching the station where we had to get off to walk to the embassy did we remember that at the previous station there was a booth where you could take photos. We went back. For twenty minutes we ran around looking for a place to exchange money. Took the photos, went back, got off on Khreshchatyk. Ten minutes to five.
I ask random people the way to the Japanese embassy. Naturally, no one knew. Seeing some guy in uniform, we went to him. I thought he was a policeman, but it turned out to be another security guard. He said that policemen and taxi drivers should definitely know. Thanks, Captain. However, I immediately saw four taxi drivers and rushed toward them. Each had a cigarette in their mouth. Perhaps during the time spent talking to them, I breathed in more tobacco smoke than in my entire life overall. The first taxi driver looked for the embassy address in some little book but didn't find it. His friend went on the internet from his phone and typed "kyiv japan embassy address" into Yandex. He read the address and said "ah!" *you go that way*. We thanked them and moved on. My neighbor, by the way, quite often repeated that "we are already late," but I replied that maybe they were delayed, or their clocks are slow, lol
On the way, I came across a sports car with anime drawings, white background. I've never been a fan of cars, nor have I ever been particularly interested in them, but now this car looked very cool. Pity I didn't have a camera.
Upon reaching the embassy, we were stopped by a security guard (yes, another one), who said that it's over, they are already closed. We stood there, like, really upset. He hesitated for a bit, went into the office, talked to the staff, and told us that we could go in, but only quickly. The forms and instructions for them were only in English and Japanese (i.e., both simultaneously). Each form, by the way, costs twenty hryvnias, and if you fill something out wrong, you have to buy a new one. My neighbor made a mistake in one spot and had to buy a new one. This is a very telling example that one should read the instructions first and then start working.

Today after classes I met my cousin, who decided to visit Kyiv. I dragged him to a Chinese restaurant where I hadn't been myself. I didn't have much desire for a sushi bar; they've started to annoy me with their ubiquity anyway. Part of the staff are Chinese, part are locals. Those who are Chinese are probably working students from our university (although that's somewhat illogical). This little restaurant is across the road from our student town, which is quite convenient, as it seems to me—a whole bunch of idiot Orientalists wanting to eat something like this.
Since I'm used to all other establishments (cafes, restaurants, canteens) usually giving small portions, I ordered a lot of various things.
First they brought rice. I realized I had already made a mistake here. I asked for too much, far more than my stomach could hold. Then they brought noodle soup in such a large bowl that four people could have eaten from it. Then pampushky for the soup, tea, and chicken fillet with mushrooms on a searing plate.
The rice is tasty but unremarkable.
The noodle soup is very tasty and very different from all other soups I've eaten. The "pampushky" looked like cabbage rolls for some reason, but were essentially just dough. The last item on the list was also liked, but I asked to have most of it wrapped up to go since it no longer fit. The green tea was also tasty. The first establishment in Kyiv where they gave me normal tea, not from a "bag." Wherever you are—they give water and a bag. When for 12 UAH they give a bag and a glass of boiling water—it's not cool. By the way, I ate with chopsticks. It didn't work for the rice, but eating meat and mushrooms is quite convenient. And somehow more civilized, maybe. You don't have to stab it with a fork or scoop it with a spoon.