2010年11月29日月曜日

What I Dislike

I have a lot what I dislike. One of them is those who don't follow social rules and manners. For example, those who don't make a line to get on trains, who don't throw away trashes to trash boxes, and who smoke in walking.
I can never forgive these people. If someone break a rule, other people start to think they may follow the habit, and some of them actually do that. It means breaking the rule becomes the common sense and new social rule. This tendency would make the world worse, but it is unstoppable by oneself. So the awareness that everyone has gets better is the best method.

2010年11月15日月曜日

Good Friends


They are my good friends. This picture was taken when I was a twelfth grade(3rd grade high school) student. I belonged to rugby football club, and they were the teammates. I practiced with them every day. We lauhged together, also cried together. We encouraged each other to overcome hard trainings, shared the happines of winning and the sadness of losing. Many things we experienced. Because of them, we can call each other good friends, or brothers.

Good friendship will remain for life. We don't forget our memories, and we always help each other whenever we are faced to big problems. I believe this is the definition of good friends. Nothing can break down our relationship.

2010年11月7日日曜日

A Special Day

My special day is also the day I cried most with tears. It was the day I retired my high school rugby football club.

It was a little cold, rainy day at the end of October. Our team was faced to the greatest challenge. We had to play a match against the strongest team (in fact, the high school team finally won the High School Rugby Football Championship).

Ten minutes before the match started, we formed a circle to encourage each other and talked to try to do the best performance with our efforts for three years. Every teammate was full of tears in their eyes. Some of you might think why we cried before the match, not after the match. One answer is it is the rugby. We can't play such a dangerous sports without being excited and crazy. Another answer is that we were reminded of three years we practiced. The rising of our minds made us cry.

Eventually, we lost the match. The thought which rose up first was "I can't play rugby with these members anymore. I want to play much longer with them!" However, it did never come true, of course. We talked and were deeply thankful to each other crying.

I owe what I am today to the members I spent together even when we were faced to any difficulties.