October 18

みんなさま、こんいちは！

Since October 18, it has already been Sembreak (semestrial break). As you know I live in the city and the place where I live in is just a walking distance from the school. I managed to finish every task I ought to finish in every subject and after that, I went home the night before sembreak.

Just to let you know I almost thought I could not finish all my tasks in a certain subject before sembreak. I cannot go home if I cannot finish the task. But thinking that on Sembreak I would be seeing my Japanese friends at my former school, I revised the process in finishing my task.

In a certain subject, we were to make a summary of all the modules in the book by making a table of:

Terms	Definitions	Remarks/Applications

So we had to write the terms, its definitions and applications of every module.

As you read this, you may be supposing that we are going to type those. Well, you are right. But you are also wrong.

My classmate had shared to us a PDF of the book. Thanks to this, we only had to type for the applications and for the terms and definitions, those are simply being “copy, paste”. But not all of my classmates could immediately discover this technique. One classmate of mine, although the blessing (PDF of the book) has already been in her hands, still typed the Terms and Definitions (oh what a of time she has consumed!).  Fortunately, she could discover it when her classmate told her about hers.  She was disappointed when she found it out but she was more so when I told her that I knew it. LOL

I knew and used the “copy, paste” technique. With the help of it, I could manage to finish my work earlier which contributes to my going home before October 18.

On October 18,  it was the reunion of the graduates. I went to school with the hopes that I would see my Japanese friends. I sat at the bleacher in the school. I could not wait for them to come out any longer for I already knew that they were not there. October 18 was a Saturday. I am sure that if they are not in the school, then they must have gone to the city for their classes in Japanese. I wanted to hear about them. Good thing that my former English teacher told me about them (not really them…). She told me about the Japanese guy. According to her, next semester, he would teach English with his mother. I was surprised at such decision of his. Usually, he would skip classes and stay at the bleacher, sitting alone. But my teacher said that this school year he’s different.

 “He already comes to like people. He had actually undergone depression. That’s what his mother told me.”, my teacher said.

For a while I was in silence. I thought about what my teacher said. I thought about him. During that, I remembered the last time that guy and I met. It was early morning on May 2 when he had just arrived from Japan. We walked past by each other then he said to me that he had talked with his friend in Japan. While he told me this, he let out a smile. He seemed to be happy at that time. During the time we spent together on that day, he seemed to be friendlier to me. Perhaps, from that time, he had gradually recovered from his sickness; this is what I think, for now.

 I had expected that October 18 would be very enjoyable. 
However, I don't feel I had so much fun.
I sat beside my classmates while watching the presentation. But later on, they would leave me to meet their groups of friends who are closer to them.

I walked out and proceeded to the canteen. Good thing I brought the book which I lately bought. 

Oppa

I noticed days quickly pass by more than ever.
If I convert this time to my highschool life, I think this month would still be July.

I am a college student now.
Compared to before, I am busier now.
But I'm not totally busy.

I could befriend with the owner of a certain cafe near my boarding house.
He is a half korean and a half Japanese.
When I found out he is related to Japanese by blood, I quickly draw myself to him.

July 20
This was when his cafe opened. I talked to him for the first time on this date.
However, I have seen him several times already before this date.
And I think he has already seen me several times too.
Because every time I go to school, I had to pass by his cafe. And I never missed to. And I will never miss
to pass by his cafe.

Few days after July 20, we finally became friends by contract.

Since that time, I was drawn more closer to him.
But we rarely speak to each other.
Because what we'll we talk about anyway?
And he seems to be very busy.
So I don't talk to him most of the time.
But, I want to be drawn closer to him.
Although we rarely speak to each other, I always think of him.

I started sending letters to him.

After handing him my letter, I immediately run away from him.

I'm fine with not receiving a reply from him because I don't expect to get any reply from him ayway.

But I felt he is giving me his reply by his friendly behavior toward me.

1.) From the counter in the cafe, he went to me and offered me popcorn (I was also in the cafe)
2.) Everytime I stand near him, he seems to expect for my letter to him because his hand tells so.
3.) While I was walking past the cafe, he was outside the cafe and saw him. "Where are you going?", he asked me.
4.) He was on the roof to fixed some things. And then, he saw me walking. Then, he ordered me something.
5.) In a certain foodhouse, he sat opposite to me. We share the same table.
I already finished eating at that time when he arrived. But my plate was still on the table. Some of the food which he ordered but which he does dot like, he cut it and placed it on my plate.
It was as if he was joking.
6) He wore the bracelet I gave him.
7) Everytime I give him my letter to him, he would always smile.

Although we are friends, I think he does not know my name. I haven't told him my name. And he also does not ask for my name.

Everytime I see him, I would always feel an overwhelming feeling.

I think I like him very much, but as friend only.

But I won't allow this feeling to negatively affect my college life.


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No Teacher Came In

Yesterday, it was my first day of school for the year 2014.

Surprisingly, there came no teachers or professors in the classrooms I entered.

I really wondered why they could do that. I mean, we paid them to come in the classroom everyday and teach us but in spite of the payment, all of them are absent even on the first day of school.

I wonder, has this also ever happened in Japan???

Today also, most teachers who were supposed to come in didn't come in. Only 2 teachers came in. After few minutes they dismissed us.
The teacher had our attendance checked and promised she'll give points to those students who came in the class. I came in the class. But that isn't enough for me.

The main reason why they're absent on that day wasn't explained to us.

Some students in that school who are our seniors say the teachers in there usually don't come in the classroom in the first week of classes because other students still have conflict with some other schedules.

Oh yes. But what about those who were able to come to class without conflicting schedule???

The house where I live in is very near to the school I'll be attending. I just have to walk for some few steps and voila, I arrive already at the school. So there's not so much problem in reaching there. But what about those who live in far away place?
They even have to wake up early in the morning so that they wont get to experience the traffic and be late for the class. Arriving at the classroom and realizing he/she is not late after all that is a relief. But realizing no teacher is going to come in...

In this case, where is fairness here?

You could have informed us if you'll not come. Otherwise, students will say it is a waste of money to come there just to know no one will be teaching at that time. And u know what'll probably happen if a lot of people dislikes it...


If it were my father to face such situation, I think he would complain immediately and talk to those professors face to face.


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Should I Continue Writing the Long Letter?

Since this morning, I have been writing a letter to my young Japanese friend who is 9 years old.

My young Japanese friend still studies at the school where I previously attended. 
But I, I will no longer study at the school where she is in.

In the letter, I wrote about my some memories of me with her and her brother, how I felt about it and a little of my thoughts as what I wanted. At first, I find no problem in writing the letter. But as the content in the letter got longer, I felt quite uneasy. Should I send such long letter to her or not?
I wrote what I intended to write to her detailed by detailed. I cared of the possibility that she might think of me as a very strange person as evident in my long letter.

My relationship with my young Japanese friend has been very special to me. I don't know whether she thinks like that though. Actually, only very few times we talked with each other. And our talks weren't that long. It wasn't also very deep.

Maybe, other person would say that

Actions and speech which a person wanted to do unto the other should be according to the level of the relationship between them.
And that the level of relationship between persons is determined by the number of times you meet with each other, talk, and the topics of the talk, its length. 
The several times you do those with each other, the closer the relationship will be. 

This implies that the content in my letter to her should be according to my level of relationship with her.
 
But are the determinants mentioned above for what to act, what to say to another person really true?

As I have said in the earlier paragraphs, compared to my number of times of talking with people around me (having the same nationality as I do), my young Japanese friend and only talked very few times with each other. So if I take that premises above as true, I would conclude that my letter should be shorter.

Oh really??

(´＿｀｡)

Shook Hands with Japanese Strangers

The night before yesterday, my mother and I went to a certain place to attend a certain event.

She called this as a "date" between her and I.

Eewww Yuckk

I thought that it would be another event in which I am very uninterested.

But it wasn't.

Unexpectedly, there were 2 Japanese standing in front of the entrance.
These Japanese were strangers to me.
But for some reasons, I was able to shake hands with both of them.

I felt very shy when I did that (though I didn't make my shyness be so much obvious to them) but at that the same, I felt very happy.

The fact that I met Japanese at that time and shook hands with them is something I value a lot.

Before I went home, I wrote a message to them and gave it to them.
My message contains how I felt when I met them.

To let you further understand how I look and felt at that time, please imagine me having these kinds of facial expression:

p(^-^)qо(ж＞▽＜)ｙ ☆(≧▽≦)v(^-^)v♪───Ｏ（≧∇≦）Ｏ────♪

I like Japanese very much.


As I am very young, it is okay to feel like this!!!

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5/19/14

今日は雨です。

When I was younger and during my summer vacation, I tended to sleep in the bed when it was raining.

Hearing the sound of the drops of the rainfall gradually made me go to sleep.

The sound of the raindrops and the smell it produces, that's what I like about raining.

だけどさー as time passed and as I grow older, my like about rain seems to be fading.

But is it true?

I don't seem to think of the rain now as what I used to think of it when I was younger.

Hmmm


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みなさま、ほんとうのせかいで 3にんのにほんじんがいます。

わたしたちはあまりおたがいにspeakingでしません。

だけど、てがみで we communicate

There has been an agreement between 2 of my friends.

For my first friend, I said to her I'll sens her many letters.

For my 2nd friend, I told him we communicate by letters.

That was already a long time ago when I told that to them.

Until now, I never finished writing the letters. I never sent those to them.

If u were in their position, I wonder, will u forgive me for my act?


I always think like "Is my letter ok to them? I don't write like what a Japanese sould write..."

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Playing cooking

2 days ago, I stayed in the clinic. I didn't go there to be diagnosed. I waited there for my mother who is a midwife.

When I was younger and during summer vacation at that time, I sometimes go with my mother to her workplace. Because always staying in the house with me nothing interestig to do was boring for me.

When I went there again (2 days ago), I saw no more kids. I thought they must have spent their time playing their gadgets.
But, I saw a kid there.

He said he is 9 years old

He played cooking with himself.

The things in the photo serve as pots, and ingredients. lol

This remind me the things I did when I was younger and when I did not have any gadgets yet.


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Dragonfly

There was a time when I was 6 years old that I played in the field where there were plenty of green grasses on which grasshoppers, crickets and other insects that were prone to be caught by small children usually stayed. Other insects include dragonflies. The dragon fly was probably the most popular known insect among us for no matter what its size and appearance were, most of my classmates (which consist many boys and only very few girls), the first thing that they'd do whenever it was break time from classes, was to dash from the classroom to where the insect was just to get a hold of it. Unlike other insects, the dragonflies were seemed to be regarded as less fearful to them. But just like other things, the existence of dragonflies can lead to the existence of many things. 

There were big and small dragonflies. I was one of those who tried to catch them when I had an opportunity to do so (during break time). Every time I got a hold of a dragonfly, I immediately felt very happy. I would spend most of my free time looking at it which includes observing its bodily structure. Other times, I tried to set a fighting match between 2 of my dragonflies. I also tried to divide its body and then pluck its wings from it and let it crawl on the ground.

The things I did to it were part of my enjoyment.  It may seem to be sadistic. But at that time, I hadn't thought whether it was so. The reaction of the dragonfly to what I had done to it was just very fascinating to me.

It may seem to be a good idea to collect dragonflies and keep them.

In my case, I don't remember if I had tried to keep them by imprisoning them into a container. But I remember seeing my classmate's cylindrical pencil case full of small dragonflies. He was my seatmate so it was very easy for me to be able to have a conversation with him and ask him if I could take a look at it. Fearful that they might die due to lack of oxygen, I uncapped the cover from its case.

I enjoyed catching dragonflies so much that during break time, I skipped eating snacks just to catch it. At that time, there were fewer dragonflies than usual. It's getting harder for me to catch one not only because of its quantity but because of their slyness in trying to avoid to be caught. When my fingers got near to the insect, I thought I was really going to get a hold of it. But as it got near, it flew to farther place. I was annoyed every time that happened to me. They just helped me to have the thrilling effect. But determined to catch it, I followed it to where it went. After sometime, I was able to catch it. I was very happy. But that changed when I noticed that my classmates weren't around me anymore, I realized that it was already past recess time and that everyone already went to the classroom. I didn't realize until that time that I was so into catching the dragonfly. I was already very late when I arrived in front of the door of the classroom. I tried to twist the knob of the door to open it. But, it was locked. I tried to knock the door several times and even made my knocking stronger so that someone inside there would open it. But no one, even the teacher opened it.  I felt kind of desperate at that time. Later, I felt very anxious of what would happen to me. After awhile, the teacher finally opened the door for me. Before I could enter, I told her what I did and she angrily told me something like "If you want, you can live there with the dragonflies. But I'll not open the door for you."

It was a hot afternoon. I promised to myself never to do that again. Not because I got scolded by my teacher but because of my state of mind at that time which is felt as very uncomfortable by me. I wanted to avoid it.

Maybe, my state of mind at that time was like that of the small dragonflies in my classmate's pencil case. Trapped. Want to get out from room where I was imprisoned. Want relief.

Although I promised to myself never to do that again so that I won't be feeling like that anymore, as I meet certain things, it seems as though I feel the same as I felt at that time. 

5/6/14 Talking with a Boy

While I was waiting for my teacher to arrive at school, I talked with the boy who's also waiting for my teacher. 

He seemed to have got nothing to do except trying to reach the top of the pole, trying to act like spider man.

We sat close to each other on the platform. There were no people in the building so there was no noise from them. We could see the scenery in front of us.  

I talked about whatever came into my mind. 

Surprisingly, the boy responded very well. 

I thought he would just remain silent and stare at me, thinking that my behavior towards him is strange. 

Coming up with a topic that has something that is common in us and sticking to it (base my talks on it) was difficult for me. There were a lot of pauses too. But with the help of dictionary in my phone, we somehow managed to have a good time while talking. 

When the teacher we'd been waiting for arrived, our conversation ended with my revealing my name to him.

Tomorrow, I'll come back to school again.

As usual, he'll wait for the same person who seem to arrive late.

And I, if the door of the room that I would be working in is locked, then I must wait for the same person again. To kill boredom while waiting for the person, it would be nicer if I'll have a conversation with that boy again.

By the way, the boy is 8 years old.