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.
2007年9月16日日曜日
2007年7月21日土曜日
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.
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.
2007年7月15日日曜日
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.
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.
2007年5月21日月曜日
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.
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.
2007年5月7日月曜日
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?
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?
2007年4月24日火曜日
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.
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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