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.
2007年4月24日火曜日
2007年4月15日日曜日
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.
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.
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