Sorry for the slow translations lately. I'll try to catch up with all the blogs soon.
Today I finally did Satomi's latest entry. Somehow she always puts some kind of deep meaning into her entries... ^o^ I hope I didn't do too many mistakes. (:
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[2009-05-06]
Entry 143

When cleaning up my room I came across a perfume I bought together with a friend during my student days.



It's just a small round object, but 1 push after such a long time
and I slipped right back to the time when I was a junior high school student.

I've admired the skirts of my seniors in the tennis club and so I entered it.
Every day I walked to and from school with the same members.
The exchange diary always came first before the homework.

I've been frantic about the school festival program, came home late and got scolded by my parents.
Whenever I ignored them or didn't do what they wanted, it turned into quite a quarrel.
Afterwards we would apologize to each other in tears.

I've became an executive committee for the athletic festival and was involved in creating a parody of a rooter's song.
Our whole class had to band together and work as one for the chorus contest and we've been worried about those apathetic boys.
During our field trip, Ulfuls' "Asobo" got played and everyone started to sing along enthusiastically.

During lunch break my friends and I would go to the school infirmary or read "SEVENTEEN" and try to copy their poses in a photo booth.
Before the finals all my friends and I would certainly come together and even use the blackboard to study together.
Whenever I knew I had to read something out loud in front of everyone, I would get so nervous the day before and wouldn't even be able to sleep.
And eventually my voice would start to shake.

On the graduation day of a very special senior, my unrequited love, I repeatedly would trace back all the school badges he received up until his 3rd year. *laughs*
And there's also that picture of me with my teary and swollen eyes from my very own graduation day.

I've been remembering everything just,
such good memories...
I always gave my all.

There have been various things,
but when thinking back now and facing everything, it really was nothing.

Back then I probably would have said that everything is great,
but after a short while that feeling would be gone
and I would certainly have to say that it was nothing.

That's exactly why you shouldn't look back in the past too much.

In other words,
you shouldn't give yourself much time to look back.

That personal history of oneself,
right now that's something in the past.

Therefore you shouldn't focus too much on the past,
instead you should try to do your best in the present.

By the way,
that friend of mine with whom I went to the school infirmary during the lunch break and bought that perfume together, she became a nurse now and is entrusted with first-aid and lifesaving as part of an intensive care unit in a university hospital.
"It matches with the school infirmary back then, doesn't it?" She said.
Maybe she really found a fragment of her dream back then already ♪

Also,
another friend that taught us stuff with the help of the blackboard before the finals, she became a teacher now and teaches at a junior high school.

I think there is nothing in life that doesn't have a meaning.
There certainly is a some kind of mission that only yourself can do.

Alright, today is the end of the consecutive holidays.

I'll also do my best in order not to loose against my friends!!



Ishihara Satomi


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