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.