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!