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.

Tiny, Tiny, Tiny

Yes, it's not big. It was a small reunion party that I had last night. The party to kick my friend out.

Passing years, changing the topics to talk about. When in college, we talked about one's future path, about one's grade, about which professor sucked or nice, about someone that one loved. But, at the party, we talked mainly about jobs and marriage.

Did we already deserve to talk about such things? Thinking so, I felt a bit nostalgic for a sudden. Even me, who am interested only in the future but not in the past.
Yesterday was a day that made me nostalgic.

A man flying to UK in search of his dream... what about me? If I can't pass the exam, what will I do? Maybe, I'll go to US language institution? Umm, the price is really high but I can't choose but to go because I can't wait for my dream proceeding.

Tiny, tiny, tiny reunion party was actually impressive. Happy to kick him out. He would better know the gentlemanship (and the animalship).

Playing pool... ohh, yes, about playing pool... of course, I won.

Yes, same old

Yesterday, I went to university to make a meeting with my Professor for my future path. I came there out of the blue, but thankfully he welcomed me. He looked better and much healthier (he himself said "very tired", though) than what he had been at my Commencement day.

At the meeting, his words darted me both into the brain and on the soul for my writings. I mean, what he said was really impressive and helpful.

By all means, I was very happy to see him. From then on, I started tried what Professor advised much more and better. Yes, I do, because my complicated and messy path got clearer. I thank him!

Then, I headed for the place which used to be my favorite. There, the place had an event that two comedians was invited. However, when I got there, they had already gone. Nothing sorrowful, because I only wanted to see my mates and to say to one of them, "Congratulations!". I enjoyed talking with them anyway.... Yes, same old!

"The place just for students", I used to make a complaint to this place when in univ. I mean, I knew I should not be there. "Kick OBs out!" was what THE staff said then to me. I was willing to receive her words and sorry to bother her, because that change was my hope those days. Now, I am somewhat afraid that she does it for all of the OBs. Makes no differense to me, though.

Tanabata

Too lazy I am to update this blog.

I was very toughly scheduled on July 7th. But that day for me was obviously special.

Early in the morning, around 5 am, I woke up to get ready to go to Umeda. There, I had to take TOEFL. I didn't make out my English could become better than its past... now, either, and so I saw this test still difficult. Four-hours-long test made me really weary and seriously broken, too.

Though I said I had been tired, my scheduling God didn't allow me to take a rest even since I finished such a difficult test. Soon later, I sent messages to two people, my girlfriend and a male friend living in my hometown, Fukuoka. It was my girlfriend who earlier replied to me, and then I, Mr. Stranger, was heading for Umeda station, many times wandering, to meet her. Of course, since it took a while to get there, my girlfriend looked confused and annoyed when we met. Alright, my name was Mr. Bullshit Stranger! Without behaving strongly, I plainly made an apology to her for the late. However, when I was forgiven, I started to shift my attitude from weakest to stronger little by little, and little again. Ha-Ha-Ha....

We went to the aquarium, Kaiyukan. This was the first time for me to enjoy such a datish place (a place suitable to dating) with my girlfriend, looking back to the past of my loves. As well as making a story in our minds, we slowly stepped forward between huge blue aquariums in which big, colorful, or multi-adjactive fish swam freely. And, many times to take photoes. It should be THE nice dating that colored her birthday with many colors. On special day, special dating. This experience has made our days colorful, to be a far cry from usual dating. Now, I'm thinking about the next!

If we have not passed memorial ones, one day in the future she may suddenly open her mouth right in a cosy room, disguised looking, and then may question me, "Hey! No special memory between us, huh? You never took me to an amusement park, or something like that." At the same time, I can make no excuse but just an apology. More times to apology a man takes, much weaker he becomes, I guess. That's the most horrible way as a man, absolutely he should avoid, get ready to avoid, to weaken his own dignity somehow. That's not what I want to talk about hereby, though.

In stepping in there, my friend at last replied to me.... "I'm now in Osaka."

We were going to meet at Shisaibashi at eight. My chick and I, who got there slightly too early, first went to the bar Balabshuka to kill time with pool. On the way to go, miracle arose between us, and so we met my friend and his bird. We each other introduced one's girlfriend. But that's then all, for my friend said he and she must take a shower to escape from their own odor. As soon as finishing this little conversation, my woman and I headed for the bar as we had been doing. Ohh, you seem to want to know which one won a game at the bar. Okay, look here.... I was the WINNER. There was no handicap even though it was the EVE for her birthday. Ha-Ha.

Feeling best thanks to the game I won, I was happily leaping, right on the side of my sweetheart morified, to the place. As time went by, at 7:50, 7:55, 8:00, and then at 8:05 both of the two looked annoyed more and more. At 8:10 I could not put up with mere waiting for them and for the party starting, and so I sent a message to him. At last, it was at 8:20 that they sorry-looking arrived at where we waited. We saw them with huge bags. That's why we first went into the station to use a locker, as was the only choice that they had to make.

Now was the time to open the party. Number one, we four had a dinner at Japanese public restaurant, named Ajiho, that I didn't know. Tastes nice! And, there, my friend explained "Japanese Technique" to me. Japanese Technique was all that we could say when no words did we revolve in respose to someone's question. This word was, you know, a whatever-meaning word. Number two, we went to the bar Mad Kafe to show my Japanese Technique for playing guitar to him. But, unfortunately, there was an event so that we could not use guitar that night. The owner of the bar took me to the bar which allowed customers to play the guitar freely when he saw our sholders deeply down. Anyway, anyhow, we could play the guitar in turn, and my one amazed him actually. Sorry that mine was too nice! Ha-Ha-Ha. On contrast, women looked a little bored, though.

We were at Zerro. This bar appears like Xhella in my home, but in fact by far better than Xhella. Drinks better, too. Of course, Xhella also has its own virtue. As a whole from my view, Zerro is better. Anyway, my woman and I had no choice for the next step. Since they asked us to come with them to Umeda, we did it by the last train with a bottle of champagne and cans of chu-hai.

I didn't remember what the nightclub's name was. That nightclub was a underground-like one. My friend's girl wanted me to assess with "How was this place?", but it was nothing else than nice or hot because I had been no longer able to do it. Provided that I had had less drunk, I could've correctly answered with better words. Yes, this was an excuse! Then, you see, music was all I wanted. If music there, I assessed that place was best!

Several hours later, I found my woman dead because of overdrunk. Soon, I decided to go home by a taxi cab. My friend gave me Farewell words, but then I found myself almost dead, for I couldn't listen to him. Oh my gosh! It's like "----you------fucking----thank---mate-----miss---." less than 30% capacity of understanding. It's also like I must go to Australia to listen to him again.

I hereby think back to the past days though the sky is not fine.

Girls 2 Women?

A little while ago from now, I heard from a man that R&B is for females and I still keep it in mind. Really true? If it is true, people should think of the great famous Boys 2 Men as Girls 2 Women or as Boys too feminine. Besides, this would more happen in the minds of Americans, from the viewpoint from him.

Actually, I do know some US men that like R&R, but I do not know any US men that like R&B so far. Despite the fact that I know of so few people (comparing the number of who I know of to that of American population) that I cannot reach THE answer, this might be the truth. I like R&B as well as R&R both Japanese and American. When I talked about R&B to some of the male men, there were, I think now, a few of them looking a little, little, little bit discouraged. In Japan, there is a distinctive music, called Enka. Maybe, this type of music might be on the same situation as R&B in USA. If I were to see people that love this Enka, I should think of them as musty people or as very much exclusionists.

Historically, SOME people were indirectly or directly bashing white musicians singing Blues, were complaining of them, were calling the musicians "Plastic Souls" . Things like discrimination or prejudice occur even on music? However, it is possibe that there should be some males from their country to another that boastly shout the name of the musician or the band while they are talking to their friends in the country where the males come if some musicians or bands become very famous internationally and have the great award. Discrimination and prejudice are often based from the selfish viewpoint (the people that told me about this know this viewpoint is strange, but surely it is), while the thoughts somewhat interest me and I would like to know it much better.

Which side Folk Music is in? Hip-Hop? Blues? Jazz? Ratin?

No Girls 2 Women on the earth. Ahh, anyway, I do not like Boys 2 Men.

No Real Golden Week

Nothing special happened during this Golden Week. Nothing....Unluckily....

On 28th, I went back to Fukuoka to get my passport. From the moment I got it, I have been looking forward to the chance to use the passport--I do not want to travel alone to any contries. Traveling alone is such a dreadful thing, I imagine. A backpacker, I know this kind of people by seeing some movies like "Love Actually", is out of my hope. Of course you know, to have his passport means the guy can be expected even to become a backpacker, but as I said, it is not that I hope. Even when I pass the exam to enroll some graduate-university, I wish I will go there with someone... It means, I have to study hard, plus to find someone going to the US with me. Ohh, it sounds like a pussy, a coward, or the like. But all TV news programs and papers, exept for gossip papers (that like to remark a TV or Movie Star's money situation and love with the other Star), says "Japanese students abroad were killed!", "Japanese overseas were abducted!" or "A deadly bus accident occured overseas, but there should be no Japanese! ( I don't like this news. Whether Japanese were in or not is no relation to the misfortune.)". So, this is the reason I never want to travel alone.

On 1st and 2nd, I worked and sometimes like rest time I had to talk with the middle-aged people. Communication with them were not always well. Talking about the idles in the previous era I did not know was just boring me. Generation Gap, that is all I want to make up somehow. Anyway, working there is so difficult.... A man next to me never help and explain me about what I should do. In addition, he is a moody and evil-minded person.

On Thursday, Friday, and Sunday, I was just studying....means nothing special.

On Saturday, I could meet my girl. It's been a little while since I met her. Beforehand, I changed all of the furniture's settings to refresh the mood and atmosphere, and kind of the air with her. But doing things was as usual.... Just seeing LOST.

Questions:
When can I see LOST season 3?
Does the movie "LOST ISLAND" realate to the TV version?

The moment NEET became Freeter

Within this month, I felt uncomfortable and upset even when I was at home. Everybody, after she/he graduated, started something new, you know, like at office, at graduate-school, almost everywhere as a freshman. Not doing something to do waters me and my life, so I have been such a stupid NEET that means "Not in Experiences, Education , and Training" even though I say, "I continue studying for going to USA". Sounds like a money problem, but still sever....

I registered a firm that would fix up jobs the other day, and it's sure that some staffs called me to talk about some companies that were lack of labors. I didn't mean to be too proud of my job experiences, plus to ride on a high-horse, but I declined with thanks. There are some reasons. I cannot help stopping the job, provided that it never allow me to forcus strictly on my first target, Studying abroad.

First, I will have to take TOEFL as far as possible. That means, it is preferable that every Sat. is no working. If I should pass the university, where I would like to go, only by working like a dog, it may be okay that I stop learning. Job makes me kind of satified, but this is just one option to make money for living. It's clearly different from dream.

Second, I noticed again last Sat. Then, I joined a bar tour to guide people to bars and nightclubs at Shinsaibashi, Osaka as a staff. And, there were over 20 tour takers though it was the first trip. I cannot explain how nice it was, but I noticed that I would like to work next month, too.

Spending time with my girl is the final reason why I want to take every Sat. off. Some of you may feel that this reason is rediculous. Honestly, I think it is. But, you know, I will be in US if I can pass all that the graduate-shool requires. Yes, studying abroad is just my decision. How does she feel? You see?

So, I will cancel my register of the firm today because I got a job a defferent way. This firm no longer makes sense.

Terrible But Great Rewarding

You each has a bad memory, or more, about what you have traveled. This is, you know, the worst one that I ever. But this my visit was the best rewarding.

The midst of the tour was really bad. No sleeping on a ferry, that inconvenient town, raining through the whole tour days was especially killing me. First day, I was on a ferry bound for my hometown, Kitakyushu, Fukuoka, and then I couldn't sleep for just a minute. What happened to me? The answer was this. I would go to bed in a free-sleeping room (this room doesn't need extra money, so costomers only pay for a ferry fare), but the person sleeping next to me suddenly rolled to me closely, closely, and too closely. I couldn't put up with him coming, so I decided "Tonight, I never sleep!" I didn't want to have a stranger holding tight on me (still now), plus that was a man. The following day, I went to my grandma on my father's side to show her my undergraduate degree while it pattering. Raining a lot outside didn't have me notified her crying for happiness. Her eyes told me what she was. I left the place, and then I got on a train. I was in Saga after I changed trains three times. First, I went to the hopital where my grandpa was. He looked badly worse than I saw in January. Too skinny and dry. He seemed to have a dim sight, too. When I passed him my book that I had received at the commence ceremony, he held it with his weakened fingers. He opened and then closed it again and again, and again. You know, he couldn't read any words with his little sight, but he found something like my name on the book and ticked the namelike words off his trembling fingers. At his home, my another grandmother cried for happiness, and cheerfully threw words at me.

I'll never forget their actions about seeing my book. I don't know surely how happy they felt, because I have no child and, of course, no grandchild, but I appreciate everything from them, forever.

Magical Calendar

Did you see your calendar by 24th or the following day? And, if so, did you find the wrongness?

I couldn't believe my eyes when seeing a calendar on my desk in order to check out my schedule of the next month. There is a row of days' names written on the top of a calendar. Usually, those are from Sunday to Saturday, right? Just then I checked out, that was obviously different and I was so suprised, because this calendar showed "Superdrinking" in place of "Saturday" and "Hangover" in place of "Sunday". I couldn't well figure out what would happen but that I would join a party, and the following day, too.

On "Superdrinking", it's at 12ish when I got up. And I cleaned my room up as my girl exclaimed after she got angry with my messy room. No help I had (Wooooooooops), since I started to clean when she freely went to beauty salon, and I finished doing it when she returned back from there. "Superdrinking"? Nope, not at all, it must be just the word "Super-Tired".

Anyway, we went to Namba, Osaka, to join the party for my friends and me. Almost half of the members stood up me and the other punctual guys. Waiting for them, I didn't come to know and almost asked the organizer whether it might be a memorial event or not. At the same time, I was so happy to meet my friends and said "Thanks for coming". One of them had already looked broken from his work, and he said, One glass of beer for supply of his energy. Whatever he said, our conditions never became better.. Waiting... Waiting.....Waiting......... Time was passing as long as the pee might evaporate and go up the sky if we peed around there.

The party started. We dipped vegetables and thin sliced beef in hot water in a pot (You see? This was Shabu-Shabu). I tried to explain to a man from abroad how we ate, but truly I thought I couldn't. And he only went through the motion so that he ate (Giggling). Now I want to tell him "There is no royal road to learning!" I had fan to meet and talk the missing people so that I could make this memory deeply in my heart, and I'll never forget this party and the past with them similarly to the previous Department's party.

Then, we went to Karaoke. So disgusting, interesting in a sense, words I heard from one of my members from Canada. Without singing (despite Karaoke), he seemed to be making advances to one of my best friends when I visited the another room. As soon as looking at me, he asked me with his face looking severe.....

"Hey, Max. I am an exclusive intellect, ain't I?" Actually he asked in Japanese.

Saying in mind "Nope, you're just a highblow!", I said, "I am not sure" in fact. What do you think I should answer like? Please tell me.

Bret, Nick from the US, and Dorian I say "Thank you" to them on this page, too. They taught me English, especially speaking, sometimes slangs also, and I had a lot of fan with them. My campus life was stopped here.


The following day, "Hangover", I felt something wrong on my stomach, but it's not pain. Still, I was supposed to go to cram school where I worked as a part-time job so that teachers congratulated those who passed the exam. I arrived at there behind time since my boss told teachers to bring your tool or tools to give them to students. I had not decided to give them to students. After all, I was reluctant to bring a mobile reading light. The fact that all teachers had to bring some things was decided still long days ago and never changed, for my tool was a reward of a game. That meant, if I was the winner, I could get it again. The game (BINGO) started. Unfortunately and ironically, my sheet had six reaches but did no BINGO. I was ready to shout BINGO but never happened. The 4th winner got my tool.

After the victory celebration, teachers went to an izakaya restaurant. It's Farewell Party to me and another. Both of the two will quit the cram school soon. I have worked there for 2 years. It's a nice job. I didn't feel that I could pour even a little of alcohol into my stomach with bad condition, and I would not like to drink alcohol more. However, Japan society tends to make important of whether someone is a good mixer with other people or a bad mixer. So, however ill I felt, I had to drink with my boss. I could manage to drink two glasses of beer but felt worse. I now regard these two days as hard training, even as asceticism.

Today, I saw my calendar on the desk, and the calendar has the regular form as usual.

The Sun of Melancholy

Then I was in a train at sunrise. And some of my friends (because it's after we had separated) and I saw the sun sending out its cheering ray through the window, as if the sun also said "Wish your best luck!" and set us in the memorial days again. So, I dared to call the day's sun with this special name: This is The Sun of Melancholy.

Yesterday was the day for my graduation, so my campus life actually ended. At the ceremony, my teacher complimented all of the department's students on their graduation. Two words for what we call the day, "Graduation" and "Commencement", as my teacher said. What I commence will, from now on, be nothing else than studying for my future, studying abroad, since I had no job-application, no interview, and job-hunting during campus days. I took photoes with my department friends and teachers so that someday I can recall this day and memories.

Shortly later, I went to E-CUBE that is an institution for students to speak to staffs from abroad in English because I had promised to take a phote with my E-CUBE friends and my girl (actually, she is junior now). E-CUBE was my favorite place, so I felt a little more relaxed while taking photoes and I in the photo looks a little more candid than taking photoes with my teachers. (laughing....)

Then in Umeda, I joined the party that I can't well explain. This party was a thank-you party given by us graduates for our teachers, you see? Unfortunately, my teacher declined with thanks because he was sick and tired. All his students seemed to miss him, and I missed certainly. I want to throw even one word at him more than I did, and I want to listen to. However, this party was so impressive and emotional that I almost cried. The number of my words to my friends and teachers might not be enough but I now am full of realization and delights that I was there and shared time with them. Yes, I am so happy to be there. What they said and showed me, including the words from my teacher at the ceremony, will remain deeply in my mind.

We, then (some of students had gone after the end), drifted around Umeda. At last, we had an after-party at the bar, izakaya, where one of my friends used to work. When four guys left at the party ending, almost all of the members said "Good-Bye" with crying. Seeing them shedding thank-you tears, I found out again how nice they are. And I decided this, I am sure to write this story someday. Ahh, one of the mates was dead (means overdrunk) because of the pain of parting. Overdrunk, there must be one or two guys in fabulous parties, you don't think so?

We went from the bar to Karaoke. It's the Downs and Ups Karaoke party. At beginning, some fell asleep, then in halfway, almost were in Total Rem. At last, everyone was awake and messed around. Usually in reverse, isn't it? (laughing)

The sun that we saw from the train symbolized and implied how good our indivisual campus life was. And its rays were so sweet and comfortable that we tought back the days.

The Rehearsal Of The Last Supper

What did they think at the Last Supper? It's probably similar to what we thought last night at our Pre-Last Supper of our campus time.

I know there are impatient people that someone you are waiting for is late, sometimes too late, but my friends don't mind however late I'm and vice versa. I don't know when our relation became such but I figure out they are my really special friends. Each of us seems to need the others.

We talked about our indivisual futures, love (as pillow-talk goes), the shared past. And then we came to my room so that they could stay here and sleep well after drinking more. When One of us fell asleep quickly and early (she looked a little tired), another started men's talk in spite of my girl here and awake. WOOOOOPS. She were, unfortunately, sure to get my past and my personality during the time. I knew the friend well and that the reason why he started talking about it. It's the fault (the purpose just for him) after drinking, you can say. It's because he knew nothing terrible and complex would never happen.

...I had a lot of fun last night.

The answer, What did they thought at the Last Supper, must be that they want only to have THE best supper with one another.




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Japan Standard

TVholic I am. I was lying on bed while last night watching an interesting TV program, that divided commentators into two groups, Japanese and Foreigners whose members have been in Japan for a long time, and was to barter their each information and perception about Japan for the other's.

The survey that threw at foreigners living in Japan was "What is quite different from and strange to you about Japan?" All answers from them was also interestiong, but I don't intend to refer to. There are not a few people living abroad that like the spiritual BUSHIDO peculiar to Japan or sacred materials of OTAKU such as Animations and Maid-cafe getting famous recently. Two backpackers were broadcasted, the formar, a tall American from Texas, likes OTAKU goods with a passion and this time visited Akihabara where is the OTAKU's sanctuary with his eyes childishly shining, in spite of the fact that he couldn't mostly understand Japanese. This guy had a good one through his whole stay. Ahh, probably except the cheap motel that he took since his length didn't adapt its bed's one. Still you comfortable? On the other hand, the latter, an American maybe from California looking like one of my friend, that have been interested in BUSHIDO since he watched the movie, "ZATOICHI", stopped by a Dojyo to do and practice Kendo that is a kind of sport inherited from bloody SAMURAI's doing. I don't mean to have made light and fun of the formar, but I respected the latter and his own interest.

As to this BUSHIDO, a member in the group, Foreigners, remarked BUSHIDO is a so excellent and interesting mind, and sometimes customs, but people of recent make light of it and the spirit is almost extinct. Another in the same group rejected what he said, because this guy was thinking...

"BUSHIDO is never extinct! That's because, when passing the others on everywhere's street, Japanese females estimate the other's clothes and then get pleased with or chagrined by having and wearing the brand products more expensive or cheaper than the other's as a SAMURAI gets pleased with his survial." Such did the commentator explained. Umm, nobody could even open his mouth.

Japan Standard, regarded as BUSHIDO or SHINTOISM, still seems alive deeply in mind of Japanese. Doesn't it?

Change One's Mind

All people have their friends, except strict OTAKUs. Friendship, it should not be measured with people's subject views, that would have contradiction as much as mammals lay an egg.

Though people have believed in this proverb, "There is no royal road to learning", in fact the royal road, for sure, exists. Despite the fact, people can't easily find the special way to study, so they are learning something they need with brain stoming and with piles of books. However, on learning a foreign language, the royal road seemed to be found.... Having native friends or a lover (someone having plural lovers).

Honestly, I used to be such a stupid and selfish man that tried to make a native friend to improve my English, possibly until almost three years ago. Fortunately, those days, I couldn't. And then I changed my mind. Afterward, I built up the No-Linguistic-Lessons relationship with some guys.

I have seen many people same selfish as what I used to be. If you hope to make friends, with such a selfish view or without, it is preferable someone and you stand on the same position. I mean, a crisis like money trouble will happen when either she/ he or you stand behind or forward.

What I remark above is correct, or a little, that means I got the royal road to the universe.

A Running Cloud

I decided to resume this blog.

As many as possible, I write down this blog, A Running Cloud. As a cloud runs, I hope my words go all around the world, and this hope similarly implies my dream to be a writer or someone else.

This first blog is an introduction.




Shortly later, I will graduate from university.

It means it's almost time to leave and newly meet some fellows and friends. At the cram school where I have for two years worked, I am acutely sure that my schedule gets to have still more spaces than what it used to be, because students who could pass their entrance exams would quit the cram school to save the cost. Yeah, sounds familiar! But I, thinking back the time with each of my students, get a little..... what you feel, the feelings never let me accustom.

At the fist class, my two students should feel, "Oh! This confusing looking man with voice shivering will be my teacher through a whole year?" As time rushed forward, the span facilitated my face eased too a little gradually. And then one of the two passed (the another was 2nd grade on that year), I understood its huge and cordial pleasure. Quite similarly on this year.

Once when you have time and are relaxed, think back your school life and teachers who are very impressed or whose words still remain in your mind. Okay it's even a little!