Hole Stopped Up, Orange Rain Frog

Just what I want to say is the boy had a strong sense of responsibility. Nobody had taught it to him, but he knews how important and right 'playing a role' is. Originally, who could teach such a thing? A philosopher? I would really like to see him who, in earnest, delivers a lecture to kids. It may be as rediculous as my novels become a million seller. Or as I make sure the existence of orange rain frogs that the boy talked about.

The boy took the role when he was in 5th grade for elementary school. It was so so hard and heavy, but strong. Only the ten-year boy, for my simple pastime. "He didn't want such an experience and a role," he wrote so.

But he wrote this, on the other hand,
"I may change my life with this absolute power. But I also feel that my changed life is under a deep deep deep black world. So dark and black as I find it red. At least, I am just a little happy to take an altarnative that nobody can easily gain."

Here The Starting Point

Nothing is 100 percent. Things that you think are flawless would be put in out of your confidence or instant emotion. Somehow you got to reach this, then it could be easy to read what I write.

Nothing is 100 percent.

My job-hunting, as long as I think, was already over. I got "Approved", say, "Informal Appointment" in polite English? Thinking back, back, back... 7 companies that I took. Mostly, ahh, I really refuse to say that I got paper-only-damn-rejection shits from 4 companies, or more. I sent my resume, but I ever had just a little of chances for direct interviews.

I did my best before and during the interviews, so I developed my scenario and (after interviewers asked me) answered by it. But, actually, I shouldn't have done like this. Maybe scenario would work just as a scenario, seemingly my talk was going indeed well but without any power.

I am now thinking this Informal Appointment is not also 100 percent. But I hope it would be so close to 100 percent!!

Here is my starting point.

I do what I ever want to do as me. Really embarrassed to say, I strongly have a dream that the world peace 100 percent will be fixed up.

This would be just a so little first step to get in a book management company of publishing companies. But it is the first step that the voices of writers throw a dart to readers' souls quite well and correctly by my work.

Hey, there! Would you share my dream and do some for it? Like... Pay It Forward.

Crisis In Private

This time, I want to talk about crisis. So, let me ask what is the definition of crisis. I think human in the questioned-definition situation, or in one complicated, cuts free as long as possible... Do you?

Take it easy, guys, I ain't talking about such a boring writing. But just remember, crisis doesn't happen in public. And sometimes, crisis in private might annoy more than that in public.

Let me show you my crisis today... Horrible one...

Thinking of it now, the crisis would have taught me that human never eats anything. If eating some, you need to take some off, naturally. So, I had eaten some... I had to go hard... There was just one time scale of arse-wiper, and plus no stock. What do you do next? Yes, I take a miserable figure (keeping pants and underwears down) and go into my living room. Then, I got relief, no, it was close to happiness... but fragile one.

I returned back to bathroom and then use tissues. But it was also only one time... Ohh, my land!! Finally, I took a shower.

Branded Nostalgia

Making light of yesterdays, what I pay much attention to is brilliant tomorrows. And, I’ve set dreaming highly above nostalgia so that even a hazy or misty page of my future makes me tearing a colorful past out of my life very well.

One day in the end of 2007, it was my phone that turned over my life. A text message from my friend to invite me to the reunion party. I don’t know the reason why. Why did I feel happy and answer “Yes, I’m coming”? Just two words, Reunion Party, made me dreaming it to be fun somehow. I didn’t remember all my classmates in my junior-high school in that I was no interested in yesterdays.

Sleeping and Rising maybe 6 or 7 times from then. On 5th, I finished my work as soon as possible, and I got ready to go to Fukuoka about noon. However, I had to stay home till 3 o’clock then went out to the station. Unfortunately, I missed the shinkansen that I wanted to get on. Without any other option, I waited for the next one, feeling excited more and more. My lost footprints, I thought that they were no longer what I could see, but the evening warm and red sunlight that I looked at in the shinkansen taking me home lit them up sweetly.

Let me ask the time to use “Fuck!” or “Shit!” I don’t understand the using of such words, including an adjectiv-ish “fucking”, correctly because I am Japanese. But, here I try to write one. When you see the reduction of trains bound for the station near the very destination, you will say like me―

Fucking Shit!!!!

So, I was late. But, everybody there said “Ohh, here he comes, Ike-chan” immediately I got in the bar. The nickname that I’ve not been called lately was used there naturally so that I felt a little strange. Upsetting me a little, I soon recalled them by sight and by name, even some that I 100% forgot before the contact.

Some changed themselves completely.
Some still remained their air.

Just… all in all, only I tended to erase them to settle my whole attention right on my future though there were lots of footprints there that we made together, running and talking.

Like making THE memory together, we spent time till the sun rose.

Even though time went by, this town lacking of fun spots were not changed. I felt so severely. After-after-party was a restaurant for family. Woops!

For me, this party was the hardest one that I ever. But, such a hard one that I called the reunion party and that made me exhausted a lot carved a footprint of Nostalgia in my mind strongly and deeply.
Anyway, one night only trip… Shinkansen, Drinking, Singing, Eating, Shinkansen was the style of party that I never want.

Awarding Ceremony

Awarding Ceremony? .....?!!

Here in Japan, there are a lot of Awarding Ceremony for many kinds.... like for jeans, glasses, jewelry, and so on. Though saying the Ceremony for jeans, that is actually not for any jeans makers. Japanese might not like such a boring competition where gay-like people wearing skinny ones would say "Fabulous blue" or something.

So, the Ceremony shows who suits jeans best with a word.....

"Best Jeaninst!"

Same as the ones for glasses, jewelry, and other things. That's why I might join one. Then, I would be called, "Best Fallen Soldier of the Year, 2007" And I know that I deserve to accept it. Possibly, the winner would be me if Japanese people's curiosity comes to reach who puked most that year.

In March, I bloody-puked. And, a "Fabulous White" car took me to emergency hospital.

And, last Sat., I "simple"-puked. The winner would be someone else if I didn't puke, wouldn't it? On top of that, this blog would have much regret of mine...

Anyway, anyhow, I did it. So, now, I am waiting for someone preparing for such a bullshit and idiot ceremony.

I drank too much with huge happiness to see my friends.

Tell me another way to represent my happiness.

Bra-Bra-Bra, and Bra

That night, because driking alcohol made my skin somewhat hot, I wanted to put one wear off. That's why, exactly it's the reason, I was talking with my friends. The talk was mostly what we wouldn't need to share... like what friendship is, who the one wants to get married with, and finally whether war is good or bad. I do love this time, but the part that love such talk is actually hidden deeply in my mind.

The answers brought about by the conversation were nonsense on this. More than it, that talk was surely out of us.

Talking about such stuffs didn't suit me yet. But I hereby promise I will be such an old guy even if a number of happnings deserve to change my mind. Then, to make my grandchildren delighted, I will have to scatter some allowance onto them because my talk is not interesting for kids at all. So, I decided strongly and strongly, and strongly.

I SAVE MONEY FROM NOW...

Could you change my mind? Or could you make me finish talking about my view? And then, could you tolerate my saying Bra-Bra-Bra?

My Week

Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays.... I have to wake early in every morning. To save money for the high cost dream of mine, I decided to work where I work now deeply in my mind. Just for the pay. I knew it would be much better if the job held somewhat of my interest, but then I couldn't have any other choice. A given job was the only option that I could have.

Thursdays, Fridays... I must see the middle-aged fat dudes in the office even under the perfect fresh days. On top of that, there are three. Not only that they are fat, but do they cheep "Bra-Bra-Bra" to me deadly enough to annoy me. One means no matter, two all alone mean bullshit, but three toghether mean the tragedy. Mostly 7 months already passed. Now I'm especially afraid that I can put up with this vacational situation until next March. Can I? They will have annoyingly cheeped to me without any doubts, though? Do I have to be the person in charge, who only struggles against them and the atmosphere screwed up by them? Freshmen are always like this.

(Friday nights) Saturdays, and Sundays... The time should be the relief that I need. With my woman, with my friends, even with no body, I go somewhere, kicking their images, words, and even names out from my life. So, I want to drink some with no reason. Drink some???? Probably, I will become fatter and fatter then be one of them in the future. Perhaps, this way might be what they passed. Umm, taking a look at the way, there, some footprints are named same names with them. What I have to do is I have some distance from their pasts, I keep it mind.

Then I sleep..., cheeping "For the pay" again and again.