Someone recommended to me that I can organise my diary format: introduction, development, changes, conclusion, etc. and all that is left is to change some sentences. It must be a practical and effective method, but to tell you the truth it sounds somewhat boring to me. I am awfully fickle, for example I don't chose the same route going and returning.
I have a funny episode about this.
I met my husband on the way to the post office near the station when he was on his way home.
He thought that I would come back there soon and he waited for me there to go home together.
However, I didn't know that.
I always return by taking a different route, and that's what I did on that day too. I was suprised that he wasn't at home. Later he came back home and said he got left waiting.
I thought we hadn't completely understood each other.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
A ROCK CONCERT
It was a big event in a small venue.(for me)
Last saturday, I went to Meguro in Tokyo to see the event at "LIVE STATION".
The event had 2 parts, the first part was a jam session of clasical rock music (to be exact, the jam session was not improvised. Most are covers of Japanese or overseas rock music, like WHITESNAKE, IRON MAIDEN, CREAM, LOUDNESS, BOW WOW(VOW WOW), etc.)
If you were interested in signing up to join the session, you would need to apply in advance with information about your name, the musical instruments you play and the tunes you wanted to play.
Within the deadline, if each song had been able to line up the players: a singer(s), guitar player(s), bass player, drummer, and in some songs keyboard players, the song could be put on the timetable and you could play the song.
The second part is a performance time for permanent and temporary bands. Actually, I saw only the 2nd part, because I took a long time picking out chocolates to give to my boss and colleagues, and after that my friend and I chatted in a cafe for too long. We entered the venue just when the curtain for the first part had been dropped.
However, the purpose for going there was the first band of the 2nd part: "KOZMIC RIDE". I have taken the band singer to my heart for over ten years, and I went to his concert without fail for the last three years, except when a typhoon struck Tokyo or I was in hospital.
The singer looked nice in a black shirt with silver decorative buttons and a pinstripe jacket. Every time he flung up his arm, his bare and flat(it means lean frame)
midriff appeared...it was hot but I thought I wanted to be slimmer.
Time flies. My favorite singer's performance had finished as quickly as a flash. I wanted to listen to his voice all day, so I always had a kind of void feeling when his performance ended, but it is different on this day because of the follow-on bands.
The next band was temporary but the singer, who was an ikon of Japanese progressive rock in the 80s, covered rock classics. His distinctive vocals effected a chemical change in the songs, and he dragged the audience into his music world, including me.
The last was also a temporary session band, and I gasped at the handsome drummer in it. I was suprised not that he was handsome but I might have wanted to see him(his ex-band).
He used to be the drummer of the Japanese Metal band BLIZARD, and in the 80's one of my music clubmates gave me some copy tapes of the records of BLIZARD, because he said I might have fancied the band. Actually 10 years after, because the tapes were under siege, I bought their CDs as much as possible (then the band was disbanded and some records were discontinued.)
. I had never seen how the band had played, so I was very interested in it.
But today's band was for a tribute session of LAZY which was a famous hard rock band in the 70's (actually I didn't know). The singer sung very nicely and his MC was funny. He also told the MC that he was considerate about where he stood on the stage, because he didn't want to receive complaints from the audience that they couldn't see the drummer.
The drummer surely looked cool, didn't look over 40 and had a very attractive smile.
Only a short while later I remembered he had a twin brother who was a guitar player, and the stage took on an added, bonus jam session time. Then the brother got on the stage with a guitar and they played a song of BLIZARD and he made his performance cracking and smiled just like his twin.
I was so excited but I had started a kind of challenge.
I had a plan to hand a Valentine's chocolate box to my favorite singer. Most of his audience were old and they always had a few words with him and left the venue after his concert, and I was getting to be a frequent concert goer, but to tell the truth, I had never said good-bye to him because I was shy and liked him so much. However, at that rate I would be a sort of creep or rude, because I was wanting him to get a lot more chocolates for Valentine's than anyone else, so I tried to give him a small gift.
After the exciting show, while everybody was getting ready to go, I looked around for him through the many performers in the hall, but I couldn't find him there. I thought his performance had finished early and he might have gone to the drinking party place ahead, while it was so crowded there. There was the bass player of his band, the only member of his band who was there, so I asked her to deliver the gift to him and she said she would do it with pleasure.
After that it's all done, I thought.
Watching my step, I dashed up the narrow stairs of the below ground venue. A minute after my head snapped up, I caught his eye. He was sellng their CDs with his band members.
I never imagined it would happen, so I went by them with a slight nod and guided by the law of inertia went outside.
I could return to the venue and hand the gift to him, and then I could say something to him, but I didn't.
At home, I told my husband the whole story and he laughed at me and teased me, "She gets to eat the chocolates! Ha-ha!".
Last saturday, I went to Meguro in Tokyo to see the event at "LIVE STATION".
The event had 2 parts, the first part was a jam session of clasical rock music (to be exact, the jam session was not improvised. Most are covers of Japanese or overseas rock music, like WHITESNAKE, IRON MAIDEN, CREAM, LOUDNESS, BOW WOW(VOW WOW), etc.)
If you were interested in signing up to join the session, you would need to apply in advance with information about your name, the musical instruments you play and the tunes you wanted to play.
Within the deadline, if each song had been able to line up the players: a singer(s), guitar player(s), bass player, drummer, and in some songs keyboard players, the song could be put on the timetable and you could play the song.
The second part is a performance time for permanent and temporary bands. Actually, I saw only the 2nd part, because I took a long time picking out chocolates to give to my boss and colleagues, and after that my friend and I chatted in a cafe for too long. We entered the venue just when the curtain for the first part had been dropped.
However, the purpose for going there was the first band of the 2nd part: "KOZMIC RIDE". I have taken the band singer to my heart for over ten years, and I went to his concert without fail for the last three years, except when a typhoon struck Tokyo or I was in hospital.
The singer looked nice in a black shirt with silver decorative buttons and a pinstripe jacket. Every time he flung up his arm, his bare and flat(it means lean frame)
midriff appeared...it was hot but I thought I wanted to be slimmer.
Time flies. My favorite singer's performance had finished as quickly as a flash. I wanted to listen to his voice all day, so I always had a kind of void feeling when his performance ended, but it is different on this day because of the follow-on bands.
The next band was temporary but the singer, who was an ikon of Japanese progressive rock in the 80s, covered rock classics. His distinctive vocals effected a chemical change in the songs, and he dragged the audience into his music world, including me.
The last was also a temporary session band, and I gasped at the handsome drummer in it. I was suprised not that he was handsome but I might have wanted to see him(his ex-band).
He used to be the drummer of the Japanese Metal band BLIZARD, and in the 80's one of my music clubmates gave me some copy tapes of the records of BLIZARD, because he said I might have fancied the band. Actually 10 years after, because the tapes were under siege, I bought their CDs as much as possible (then the band was disbanded and some records were discontinued.)
. I had never seen how the band had played, so I was very interested in it.
But today's band was for a tribute session of LAZY which was a famous hard rock band in the 70's (actually I didn't know). The singer sung very nicely and his MC was funny. He also told the MC that he was considerate about where he stood on the stage, because he didn't want to receive complaints from the audience that they couldn't see the drummer.
The drummer surely looked cool, didn't look over 40 and had a very attractive smile.
Only a short while later I remembered he had a twin brother who was a guitar player, and the stage took on an added, bonus jam session time. Then the brother got on the stage with a guitar and they played a song of BLIZARD and he made his performance cracking and smiled just like his twin.
I was so excited but I had started a kind of challenge.
I had a plan to hand a Valentine's chocolate box to my favorite singer. Most of his audience were old and they always had a few words with him and left the venue after his concert, and I was getting to be a frequent concert goer, but to tell the truth, I had never said good-bye to him because I was shy and liked him so much. However, at that rate I would be a sort of creep or rude, because I was wanting him to get a lot more chocolates for Valentine's than anyone else, so I tried to give him a small gift.
After the exciting show, while everybody was getting ready to go, I looked around for him through the many performers in the hall, but I couldn't find him there. I thought his performance had finished early and he might have gone to the drinking party place ahead, while it was so crowded there. There was the bass player of his band, the only member of his band who was there, so I asked her to deliver the gift to him and she said she would do it with pleasure.
After that it's all done, I thought.
Watching my step, I dashed up the narrow stairs of the below ground venue. A minute after my head snapped up, I caught his eye. He was sellng their CDs with his band members.
I never imagined it would happen, so I went by them with a slight nod and guided by the law of inertia went outside.
I could return to the venue and hand the gift to him, and then I could say something to him, but I didn't.
At home, I told my husband the whole story and he laughed at me and teased me, "She gets to eat the chocolates! Ha-ha!".
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Dog sitting
I have been dog sitting for these last two weeks for my sister, because she is a violinist hired by a pop singer who had a concert tour and she couldn't take her dog with her on the tour.
Actually, I had never kept pets so I am not good at taking care of animals, so I don't feel at ease with any dogs even my sister's chihuahua.
The chihuahua is long-haired and light brown and looks like a tiny deer. She (it is she) is very cute, timid and a lion at home. Her lovability is her first and last bastion and she purrs like a cat for attention-seeking, because she wants to be in someone's vest pocket at all times. She is also fragile (I happend to drop her and injured her by dislocating her knee joint once, about three years ago .) That means I worried about her all the time and I felt a bit messed up.
I don't want to live in a small cage, so I don't want to lock her up. Though I had a jittery feeling, I set her off in the living room. (She is completely an indoor dog.) She placed a small piece of her crap on my brand-new rag and joyfully uprooted a small foliage plant I had just planted. Of course, I was rather upset.
At last, my sis picked up her a few hours ago. It's a relief that it's all over now, but ... I am sort of missing her.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
The trespasser
On our last holiday, Tom (my husband) said something and woke me up (near noon).
I changed my clothes and looked in the yard. I saw some police officers and him there.
Tom explained to the officers that 30 minutes ago, when he was surfing websites at the dining-room table, a squarely built white-haired man, came through the yard from side to side and tried to open the kitchen door, "chonk! chonk!" . As soon as the guy saw the door was locked, he headed to the next door(it is the garage door in the back porch.)
Of course Tom was scared of the intruder. He couldn't have guessed someone could walk in the yard, excluding us, cats or birds, because the rear gate of the yard had a chain with a dial key.
Tom opened the kitchen door at speed and bellowed out what on earth the guy was doing.
The man asked "is this house yours?" and turned back into the yard.
Tom still had his pajamas on, so he scrambled to return to the room to change into his trousers, then he ran after the man at full gallop and told the man that he would call the police.
The guy yelled back that "you can call the police!".
Tom realized he didn't have his cellphone, so he turned back to the dining-room and popped out through the front door in great haste.
Though the guy disappeared Tom phoned the police.
Tom said there was a name written with a felt pen on the guy's white Boston bag .
When I heared the name, I flashed on what my mother had said. Before, she had told me that she had been annoyed an old man who had got a little senile for several years, so I said we would be able to say who the guy was if we asked my mother.
My mother said the man was like a house stalker. Without even a glance at people and other houses, the man made him get into this house.
On the first time, Mother asked him why he opened the door of her house, and asked him to show his ID. When he showed his senior's bus pass, Mom realized that he had got senile and remembered the name on the pass. After that, the guy soon left straightforwardly and Mom asked the city office who he was and also where he lived; a relief facility(I think it is a kind of rescue home) for people who are very poor, handicapped or sometimes released from jail.
Mother told the institution several times and the police twice, and put a latch on the yard gate, but the guy still sometimes appeared. At one time she found he had taken her stepladder from the garage and put it on the second floor balcony.
However, this time, the police found the chain chopped off with a tool near the gate. They caught the suspect on his way home and found a wire cutter in his Boston bag. They caught him and asked Tom to write a declaration which took all day! The man likely made an open confession but it was incoherent.
We don't know if he hid something or got completely senile, but we hope he won't appear again, above all from the back door!
I changed my clothes and looked in the yard. I saw some police officers and him there.
Tom explained to the officers that 30 minutes ago, when he was surfing websites at the dining-room table, a squarely built white-haired man, came through the yard from side to side and tried to open the kitchen door, "chonk! chonk!" . As soon as the guy saw the door was locked, he headed to the next door(it is the garage door in the back porch.)
Of course Tom was scared of the intruder. He couldn't have guessed someone could walk in the yard, excluding us, cats or birds, because the rear gate of the yard had a chain with a dial key.
Tom opened the kitchen door at speed and bellowed out what on earth the guy was doing.
The man asked "is this house yours?" and turned back into the yard.
Tom still had his pajamas on, so he scrambled to return to the room to change into his trousers, then he ran after the man at full gallop and told the man that he would call the police.
The guy yelled back that "you can call the police!".
Tom realized he didn't have his cellphone, so he turned back to the dining-room and popped out through the front door in great haste.
Though the guy disappeared Tom phoned the police.
Tom said there was a name written with a felt pen on the guy's white Boston bag .
When I heared the name, I flashed on what my mother had said. Before, she had told me that she had been annoyed an old man who had got a little senile for several years, so I said we would be able to say who the guy was if we asked my mother.
My mother said the man was like a house stalker. Without even a glance at people and other houses, the man made him get into this house.
On the first time, Mother asked him why he opened the door of her house, and asked him to show his ID. When he showed his senior's bus pass, Mom realized that he had got senile and remembered the name on the pass. After that, the guy soon left straightforwardly and Mom asked the city office who he was and also where he lived; a relief facility(I think it is a kind of rescue home) for people who are very poor, handicapped or sometimes released from jail.
Mother told the institution several times and the police twice, and put a latch on the yard gate, but the guy still sometimes appeared. At one time she found he had taken her stepladder from the garage and put it on the second floor balcony.
However, this time, the police found the chain chopped off with a tool near the gate. They caught the suspect on his way home and found a wire cutter in his Boston bag. They caught him and asked Tom to write a declaration which took all day! The man likely made an open confession but it was incoherent.
We don't know if he hid something or got completely senile, but we hope he won't appear again, above all from the back door!
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Rogue trader
The more you conceal failure, the more things worsen.
I think I learned it in the field, and in that sense Nick was wet behind his ears then.
"Rogue trader(James Dearden 1999)" is a film based on a true story, Nick Lesson's private papers in prison, starring Ewan McGregor.
Nick was employed by Barings Bank in England. His academic qualifications were not so good but he had an ambition to become a trader. He solved a problem in Jakarta and met Lisa as a colleague there. Barings Bank gave him credit for the operation in Jakarta and they decided to send him to Singapore as a trader of advanced business. After getting married Nick and Lisa went to Singapore and started their happy life in their excellent, modern-designed apartment. The bank gave him permission to employ cheap and local labor. He trained his new, unskilled staff and he managed both the dealing and accounting division.
At first, one of his staff made a bad mistake, he tried to save her, and he hid the loss in a dummy account. The first year, he was barely helped by his luck. He made a large amount of profit, even covered up his big losses, by an illegal trading technique. But the second year, in the beginning of the year, he determinded he would never have to use the dummy account in which he hid the losses, but to prop up the market he bought too much, and as a result, in the bonus month his losses reached a huge figure. The bank was so satisfied with the pevious year's profit that they didn't discover his ruse. He worked for living up to his wife, his family, and his bank's expectations, so he never used or hid their money for himself. Hence finally he made up his mind that he would have got nowhere. He submitted his resignation via fax and bailed out with his wife from Singapore.
Because the bank didn't put a stop on the accounts soon enough, the balance of the debt trebled and it became bankrupt. On the flight his wife said she still loved him, but after he was captured, she divoced him and got married to another trader. He was not a bad man but I think gambling will never bring you true fortune.
I think I learned it in the field, and in that sense Nick was wet behind his ears then.
"Rogue trader(James Dearden 1999)" is a film based on a true story, Nick Lesson's private papers in prison, starring Ewan McGregor.
Nick was employed by Barings Bank in England. His academic qualifications were not so good but he had an ambition to become a trader. He solved a problem in Jakarta and met Lisa as a colleague there. Barings Bank gave him credit for the operation in Jakarta and they decided to send him to Singapore as a trader of advanced business. After getting married Nick and Lisa went to Singapore and started their happy life in their excellent, modern-designed apartment. The bank gave him permission to employ cheap and local labor. He trained his new, unskilled staff and he managed both the dealing and accounting division.
At first, one of his staff made a bad mistake, he tried to save her, and he hid the loss in a dummy account. The first year, he was barely helped by his luck. He made a large amount of profit, even covered up his big losses, by an illegal trading technique. But the second year, in the beginning of the year, he determinded he would never have to use the dummy account in which he hid the losses, but to prop up the market he bought too much, and as a result, in the bonus month his losses reached a huge figure. The bank was so satisfied with the pevious year's profit that they didn't discover his ruse. He worked for living up to his wife, his family, and his bank's expectations, so he never used or hid their money for himself. Hence finally he made up his mind that he would have got nowhere. He submitted his resignation via fax and bailed out with his wife from Singapore.
Because the bank didn't put a stop on the accounts soon enough, the balance of the debt trebled and it became bankrupt. On the flight his wife said she still loved him, but after he was captured, she divoced him and got married to another trader. He was not a bad man but I think gambling will never bring you true fortune.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Betty Blue
Last week, before the Christmas holidays, I moved to a new place. However "new" is my parents' old house. My parents moved to a retirment condo and they left a great amount of things, from a car to a potato masher. The car is very convenient for us, thanks Mom!, but I don't need two potato mashers even though I love mashed potatos a lot, and also other utensils.
At first, I planned that we would clean up our house during the Christmas holidays but in reality I was laid low with the flu and my husband went out to an orphanage as a volunteer and except for unpacking some shoeboxes during that time I had to unpack and fold up like crazy for the last three days at the end of last year.
My husband had an event for his hobby group on New Year's Eve and he had gone out to prepare for the event while I was unpacking. He is an easygoing person and he said "we can clear away bit by bit," though I felt we wouldn't clean up our house in a year if we did it at his slow pace.
Today, after having lunch, I said we should be very busy because this situation was very incovenient and we should throw away a lot of things and install the equipment.
When I did something in the other room and returned to the living room, my husband lay in front of the TV and laughed at a stand-up comic show. Of course I got mad and my husband said that this was a recess after a meal. Just as I broomed off a box of his hobbies from a bedroom to a hallway, I thought of "37°2 le matin".
"37°2 le matin (aka Betty Blue)" is my most favorite French movie, and it was very popular in Japan when it came out. After all is said Betty is so cute and attractive. The main character, Beatrice Dalle, has a great acting talent.
I prefer the "uncut" version definitely because the "cut" version lost some important scenes and Zorg's feelings. (Zorg is the narrater of the story and Betty's lover.)
In Japan, this film is liked by women more than men. Women understand Betty's feelings and men, maybe, cannot make head or tail of her intensity.
Today I wanted to throw everything out of the window. If Betty were me, she would have done the same and set the house on fire ! Gah!
At first, I planned that we would clean up our house during the Christmas holidays but in reality I was laid low with the flu and my husband went out to an orphanage as a volunteer and except for unpacking some shoeboxes during that time I had to unpack and fold up like crazy for the last three days at the end of last year.
My husband had an event for his hobby group on New Year's Eve and he had gone out to prepare for the event while I was unpacking. He is an easygoing person and he said "we can clear away bit by bit," though I felt we wouldn't clean up our house in a year if we did it at his slow pace.
Today, after having lunch, I said we should be very busy because this situation was very incovenient and we should throw away a lot of things and install the equipment.
When I did something in the other room and returned to the living room, my husband lay in front of the TV and laughed at a stand-up comic show. Of course I got mad and my husband said that this was a recess after a meal. Just as I broomed off a box of his hobbies from a bedroom to a hallway, I thought of "37°2 le matin".
"37°2 le matin (aka Betty Blue)" is my most favorite French movie, and it was very popular in Japan when it came out. After all is said Betty is so cute and attractive. The main character, Beatrice Dalle, has a great acting talent.
I prefer the "uncut" version definitely because the "cut" version lost some important scenes and Zorg's feelings. (Zorg is the narrater of the story and Betty's lover.)
In Japan, this film is liked by women more than men. Women understand Betty's feelings and men, maybe, cannot make head or tail of her intensity.
Today I wanted to throw everything out of the window. If Betty were me, she would have done the same and set the house on fire ! Gah!
Friday, December 30, 2005
Events and incidents in 2005
At the end of September I moved, and at the end of October I was very confused.
Before moving from our rooms, my parents had moved to a residential care condominium and then Father broke his left thighbone tumbling off a rope. He stayed in hospital for 3 weeks, and now he has two screws in his leg. Additionally, a week after that day Mother underwent an operation for breast cancer. That's why my apartment was still messy in November.
My parents looked healthy and lived in luxury. My mother didn't want to cook any more, that's why she decided to move to the condo. (I had never seen my father cooking, so he had no disagreement with moving.
However, both of my parents got out of their hospital in the middle of November, and then unpacked and set up their house which was out of my hands. Fortunately Mother's cancer was found by health screening, so the affected area was small and she is full of energy now. Father can walk now with a walking stick and he is very satisfied with his new flat.
I wanted to study English and practice tap dancing but I had a hard time. I worked hard and moved twice.
My speaking skills aren't progressing and I feel miserable, then I failed the first pre-test of STEP(aka EIKEN English test in Japan)but I think that the person who hangs in has the last laugh so I decided to study English again.
But I moved again in December! If I seek help from my husband now I am free of blame, aren't I?
Before moving from our rooms, my parents had moved to a residential care condominium and then Father broke his left thighbone tumbling off a rope. He stayed in hospital for 3 weeks, and now he has two screws in his leg. Additionally, a week after that day Mother underwent an operation for breast cancer. That's why my apartment was still messy in November.
My parents looked healthy and lived in luxury. My mother didn't want to cook any more, that's why she decided to move to the condo. (I had never seen my father cooking, so he had no disagreement with moving.
However, both of my parents got out of their hospital in the middle of November, and then unpacked and set up their house which was out of my hands. Fortunately Mother's cancer was found by health screening, so the affected area was small and she is full of energy now. Father can walk now with a walking stick and he is very satisfied with his new flat.
I wanted to study English and practice tap dancing but I had a hard time. I worked hard and moved twice.
My speaking skills aren't progressing and I feel miserable, then I failed the first pre-test of STEP(aka EIKEN English test in Japan)but I think that the person who hangs in has the last laugh so I decided to study English again.
But I moved again in December! If I seek help from my husband now I am free of blame, aren't I?
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Events and incidents in 2005
One day, My husband and I went to a department store two stations away from our house.
In the train I said that "some people ask everything too easily, they should think for themselves to start with. Even if I say so, I think too much by myself and it is sometimes an obstacle to solving problems, though asking is too easy, all too easy." He felt he was being critisised and tried to argue with me.
Soon the train arrived at our destination but our conversation (I didn't set out to argue) wasn't finished. He got off the train and looked at a loss for words.
In the store we chose a DVD recorder and whilst going to the cashier he said "I lost my wallet!" Aside from his wallet, he didn't have his backpack.
His wallet and cell phone were in the backpack and it was on the overhead compartment of the train. He had nothing! I was amazed and we dashed to the Lost and Found office. I couldn't help but complain to him. An officer found it in the train at the end of the line, 1 hour away from us. While he was going to get his backpack, I waited with shopping because I was too angry to follow him. Even if he was preoccupied by my words, he had nothing else. I couldn't believe that he was so careless. I was very forgetful and Mother and my teachers often scolded me, so I was getting to be careful and I would never separate my bag from my body in the train. I thought he was an absentmided person and I even saw that he lost his wallet on our first date, so if I had been critical he would be better for that wouldn't he?
I told some people about this. Someone said men are singleminded and it's their weak side, so you think broad-mindedly about it. Another person said he was not a child, so I shouldn't try to reform him.
I abandoned trying to rectify his weakness. Everyone whom I know said he is nice, but I am still worried that such a forgetful person can have a good job.
In the train I said that "some people ask everything too easily, they should think for themselves to start with. Even if I say so, I think too much by myself and it is sometimes an obstacle to solving problems, though asking is too easy, all too easy." He felt he was being critisised and tried to argue with me.
Soon the train arrived at our destination but our conversation (I didn't set out to argue) wasn't finished. He got off the train and looked at a loss for words.
In the store we chose a DVD recorder and whilst going to the cashier he said "I lost my wallet!" Aside from his wallet, he didn't have his backpack.
His wallet and cell phone were in the backpack and it was on the overhead compartment of the train. He had nothing! I was amazed and we dashed to the Lost and Found office. I couldn't help but complain to him. An officer found it in the train at the end of the line, 1 hour away from us. While he was going to get his backpack, I waited with shopping because I was too angry to follow him. Even if he was preoccupied by my words, he had nothing else. I couldn't believe that he was so careless. I was very forgetful and Mother and my teachers often scolded me, so I was getting to be careful and I would never separate my bag from my body in the train. I thought he was an absentmided person and I even saw that he lost his wallet on our first date, so if I had been critical he would be better for that wouldn't he?
I told some people about this. Someone said men are singleminded and it's their weak side, so you think broad-mindedly about it. Another person said he was not a child, so I shouldn't try to reform him.
I abandoned trying to rectify his weakness. Everyone whom I know said he is nice, but I am still worried that such a forgetful person can have a good job.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Tap dancing
Every Saturday I made it a rule to practice tap dancing in a beginners' class since last year, but I had been off the lessons for a whole month because of my sprained ankle and suffering from hives. I am not a good athlete, so cutting classes for a whole month is a big bottleneck for catching up with my classmates.
As anticipated, the movement training had made a lot of progress and I couldn't follow them. My classmates kindly explained all of the steps, but the tempo of the dancing was too fast for me to understand. After the lesson I wrote the steps in my notebook for homework, and my classmates helped me, but the movement was too difficult to write down.
"Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-tan. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!" I realize I can't remember the steps from such notes right now!
As anticipated, the movement training had made a lot of progress and I couldn't follow them. My classmates kindly explained all of the steps, but the tempo of the dancing was too fast for me to understand. After the lesson I wrote the steps in my notebook for homework, and my classmates helped me, but the movement was too difficult to write down.
"Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-tan. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!" I realize I can't remember the steps from such notes right now!
Friday, December 16, 2005
My favorite video game
The Japanese game maker ATLUS opened their USA website. http://www.atlus.com/
Their SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI series are my most favorite video games. I prefer this series to even the Final Fantasy series, so I want to introduce this series to all the people who love Roll Playing games. The series have a lot of titles in the Japanese version. I played "Devil Summoner Soul Hackers(Play Station)", "Persona 2 Crime" and its "Punishment"(PS), "Shin Megami Tensei 3 NOCTURNE"(Play Staition2), "NOCTURNE MANIACS"(PS2), "Degital Devil Saga"(PS2), and "DDS2"(PS2). (I think "NOCTURNE" in the USA version is "NOCTURNE MANIACS" in JAPAN, because Dante doesn't appear in "NOCTURNE" in the Japanese version. Dante, the hero of Capcon's "DEVIL MAY CRY", is a special guest in this game.)
The theme of the Shin Megami Tensei series is dark and grotesque, cynical and humorous. I can say the main characters and most demons are very cute, but some demons are disgusting and the demons mutated from humans sometimes eat humans in the stories. (Hence it has a minimum age requirement.)
In most of the series the heros threaten, grease the target's palm, or bait a hook with demons. They make a companion of demons and fight other demons in the mutated world. You can combine two or three demons, which you have caught, into a stronger, new one. It must fire up your collector's spirit to get into the imaginary scene.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Year-end Dinner Party
Yesterday, my most favorite singer, Tomoharu Iwasa, whose band is called "Kozmic Ride", had a party with a concert. The party had a talking and eating time and a performance (Rock concert) time.
I was satisfied with the best singer's voice and enjoyed chatting with my friends.
At first I was worried that my friends wouldn't be able to enjoy the concert and the atomosphere.
They were not interested in the singer and they only knew one of his songs, which he sung in an ex-band 10 years ago, and I can say they better suited a nice restaurant than a small pub. Against my anxiety, they were touched to tears, and in chorus they said they certainly wanted to go to the next concert in February.
However I felt a sense of loss, because my happiest time this year, the moment when I saw him singing, had finished.
I was satisfied with the best singer's voice and enjoyed chatting with my friends.
At first I was worried that my friends wouldn't be able to enjoy the concert and the atomosphere.
They were not interested in the singer and they only knew one of his songs, which he sung in an ex-band 10 years ago, and I can say they better suited a nice restaurant than a small pub. Against my anxiety, they were touched to tears, and in chorus they said they certainly wanted to go to the next concert in February.
However I felt a sense of loss, because my happiest time this year, the moment when I saw him singing, had finished.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Bad dream
I dreamt.
I dream frequent dreams like that I am in the school: the junior high or high, but I don't know what day of the week today is.So I didn't prepare today's timetable.
If I had been lucky, there would be maths, national language or science in the timetable. If I had been unlucky, there would be homemaking course, gymnastics or art.
Why they are unlucky, because they need private something. I can borrow text books of maths or etc, but I can't borrow gym suit(it has a name tag), clothes in the making, or a picture in the drawing. When I was in schooltime, I often forgot something and teachers told me off and I was scared to forget something everyday. It maybe traumatized me.
Today I was not slightly unlucky. Because a classmate said today's timetable is geography, geography, geography-A and geography-B.In reality, I had geography once a week so I was still twtchy and wondered that "thank goodness, but, what is geography-A?" in the dream.
I dream frequent dreams like that I am in the school: the junior high or high, but I don't know what day of the week today is.So I didn't prepare today's timetable.
If I had been lucky, there would be maths, national language or science in the timetable. If I had been unlucky, there would be homemaking course, gymnastics or art.
Why they are unlucky, because they need private something. I can borrow text books of maths or etc, but I can't borrow gym suit(it has a name tag), clothes in the making, or a picture in the drawing. When I was in schooltime, I often forgot something and teachers told me off and I was scared to forget something everyday. It maybe traumatized me.
Today I was not slightly unlucky. Because a classmate said today's timetable is geography, geography, geography-A and geography-B.In reality, I had geography once a week so I was still twtchy and wondered that "thank goodness, but, what is geography-A?" in the dream.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Health checkup
The result of a medical came in today.
I knew I suffered from anemia, but it had got worse.
I think my laziness is caused from anemia, or rather my laziness causes anemia!?
I heard that "all illness comes from the mind", so changing my mind is worth the effort, isn't it?
Though, for me, kind of, it sounds bothersome....
I knew I suffered from anemia, but it had got worse.
I think my laziness is caused from anemia, or rather my laziness causes anemia!?
I heard that "all illness comes from the mind", so changing my mind is worth the effort, isn't it?
Though, for me, kind of, it sounds bothersome....
Thursday, June 23, 2005
PODCASTING
Recently I was tired of running over the same CDs of English text books, so I finally decided to try some radio courses.
(Actually I don't like radio courses because I often lose out on the airtime but I thought that the cheap price was well worth it.
I brushed dust off from my radio equipped with a flash lamp because it's for emergencies.
And I bought some batteries and text books of the courses for this month.
(Right now I realized that the emergency radio(and flash lamp) would be completely useless in an emergency with no batteries!)
And set the alarm on my watch but for some reason the channel wasn't receivable.
I can tell you the emergency radio has a poor antenna.
So I gave up.
One day I read about "podcasting".
The article said you can download tremendous amount of radio programs in the mp3 format and enjoy them on your computer or ipod(mp3 player).
It sounds great for me because I can't miss the broadcast time and I can repeat the download program if I like it.
I worked very hard to understand the podcast website and to install some software.
I believe that we tend to be good at those things we like and I am a big Hard rock fan. I downloaded "Metal-HardRock cast".
I was able to catch the words "Ozzy Osbourne","Dream Theater","Deep Purple" etc. but I was afraid it didn't make sense to me completely.
After a while I got it.
The program is in German...
(If you want to know the details of Podcast, see the website http://www.podcast.net/)
(Actually I don't like radio courses because I often lose out on the airtime but I thought that the cheap price was well worth it.
I brushed dust off from my radio equipped with a flash lamp because it's for emergencies.
And I bought some batteries and text books of the courses for this month.
(Right now I realized that the emergency radio(and flash lamp) would be completely useless in an emergency with no batteries!)
And set the alarm on my watch but for some reason the channel wasn't receivable.
I can tell you the emergency radio has a poor antenna.
So I gave up.
One day I read about "podcasting".
The article said you can download tremendous amount of radio programs in the mp3 format and enjoy them on your computer or ipod(mp3 player).
It sounds great for me because I can't miss the broadcast time and I can repeat the download program if I like it.
I worked very hard to understand the podcast website and to install some software.
I believe that we tend to be good at those things we like and I am a big Hard rock fan. I downloaded "Metal-HardRock cast".
I was able to catch the words "Ozzy Osbourne","Dream Theater","Deep Purple" etc. but I was afraid it didn't make sense to me completely.
After a while I got it.
The program is in German...
(If you want to know the details of Podcast, see the website http://www.podcast.net/)
Saturday, June 18, 2005
DREAM THEATER
I am learning English in Japan.
Today I decided to keep a journal in English!
Actually, I have never been able to keep all things like diary even in Japanese, so it's a great challenge for me.
If I talk about my job, I'll always complaine, whine or talk big. (I know it's too moody.)
Thus I mainly write my favorite thngs that make me happy, "Entertainments".
I took this blog title from the song on the album of my favorite (progressive) heavy metal band, DREAM THEATER.
Phew, it took me an awful long time just to write this, but I will be able to write something better, longer and more interesting.
Don't miss my evolution!
Today I decided to keep a journal in English!
Actually, I have never been able to keep all things like diary even in Japanese, so it's a great challenge for me.
If I talk about my job, I'll always complaine, whine or talk big. (I know it's too moody.)
Thus I mainly write my favorite thngs that make me happy, "Entertainments".
I took this blog title from the song on the album of my favorite (progressive) heavy metal band, DREAM THEATER.
Phew, it took me an awful long time just to write this, but I will be able to write something better, longer and more interesting.
Don't miss my evolution!
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