tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-282730862024-03-13T23:26:07.934+08:00よっすぃの部屋since 2006-06-22katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-15398346989419099632011-08-02T22:59:00.002+08:002011-08-03T08:38:19.889+08:00If... (05)That night, I couldn’t sleep. Who would in a situation like mine? It might also be that the Ishikawas put me to bed early. All lights were out by 9 o’clock. Although I could remember no shit, there is one thing I know, by instinct: that nobody sleeps this early, not even children. I tossed around in bed, wide awake. My mind was restless, disturbed. The same things kept going through my mind. Who katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-61448343737120985872011-08-02T12:03:00.004+08:002011-08-02T12:05:49.993+08:00If... (04)“Papa, we should call in the authorities.”
“No. We’ll wait and see.”
“How can we? We don’t know her at all, and she’s not telling. What if she’s bad? Someone who screwed up while trying to smuggle herself away? No proper person would lie out there, you know that!”
“She looks harmless. And she doesn’t remember a thing. Pitiful I would say.”
“She might be faking it.”
“No, not from the looks of it.”katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-40050450500188168392011-08-01T23:12:00.006+08:002011-08-01T23:32:35.444+08:00If... (03)Remember how I said earlier I felt things familiar yet strange. After my first meal with the Ishikawa family, I knew why. Something was not quite right with me. I had not realized then the magnitude of my anomaly.
So, just what was wrong with me, you would ask.
I had this problem what people call ‘amnesia’ or ‘loss of memory’. I remember some things but not many things, and sadly, important katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-36080547916512182532011-07-09T09:54:00.001+08:002011-07-09T09:55:34.963+08:00If... (02)I gave the surroundings a quick look. The feeling familiar yet strange. I couldn’t put a word to it; perhaps you could if you were me. But, let me try. I was in a room. It was a simple room. Not many furnishings. There was a desk, a chair, a wardrobe and a bed, which I was lying on. My eyes became drawn to the turning blades of a fan on the ceiling. Watching it turn lazily, I tried to remember katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-60508754138422318322011-07-08T20:21:00.001+08:002011-07-08T20:22:28.317+08:00If... (01)It all happened very long ago. Still l remember it clearly. I hadn’t before. But not now. Now, they are back, all back; everything clear and etched on the back of my mind. And whenever I close my eyes now, I would remember, dreadly remember… how I had opened my eyes…katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-6025612559524351422009-11-12T10:33:00.004+08:002011-07-08T15:44:21.290+08:00If... (Prologue)I always thought it was so cliché. But now when people ask me what my wish would be if given one? I would say “I wish I could turn back the clock…”katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-81087055424034707822009-10-18T07:57:00.000+08:002009-10-18T07:57:05.788+08:00Till then... Chapter Two - IGotou sat solemnly in a cushioned foldable metal chair in a dim quiet corner of an otherwise stuffy and noisy film-set studio. The air in the studio was getting suffocating, as was the air in her chest. Moments ago, she had turned down Natsumi’s offer of a mini battery-operated fan, and it wasn’t that she didn’t need it, she just didn’t have the mood to use it. Natsumi had walked off looking katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-46545290706213291572009-10-16T17:21:00.007+08:002009-10-16T17:34:51.154+08:00akai nikkichou: 15th October 2009(author's note: not for innocent eyes, I mean it.)
Lazy, talk about being lazy. Yes, almost everyone knows how lazy she can really be. There are times you even hear her admitting it on TV and radio or event shows that she can be really really lazy - and let me tell you, she ain’t lying about it. She can be so lazy and lethargic that you won’t believe the degree of her laziness. An example is katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-7124441352597016262009-10-15T14:13:00.005+08:002009-10-15T21:27:31.404+08:00Till then... Chapter One - III“So, do you like our new single?” Even when Gotou hadn’t responded, Yasuda continued, “I heard the TV station has chosen it to be the theme song for the Sydney Olympics.” It wasn't awhile before Yasuda realized Gotou wasn’t really listening, she waved a hand in front of Gotou’s face. “Gocchan?”
“uh-huh?”
“What’s wrong? Is something bothering you?” Yasuda asked as she popped a piece of lettuce katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-67710749659234408102009-10-01T17:00:00.002+08:002009-10-10T16:35:36.037+08:00Till then... Chapter One - IIIn the noisy and crammed gakuya, Ishikawa Rika, who together with Yoshizawa, Tsuji and Kago had made up the four members of the fourth generation girls that was added to Morning Musume, stuffed her damp towel into her voluminous bag, looked around her makeup desk, satisfied that she had left nothing behind, and zipped up her bag. She turned to Yoshizawa and asked: “So Yocchan, where are we going katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-55211531602218884682009-09-08T11:22:00.006+08:002009-09-08T18:15:11.506+08:00Till then... Chapter One“CUT!” The voice resonated in the second largest recording studio in the building of Tokyo TV Station. Activities resumed. Spotlights were switched off and cameras were powered down. The recording crew began packing, while another group of women began heading for the exit. In the group, Gotou Maki, a pretty girl in Japanese standards, started looking around and when she saw her target, began katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-75008468923271239382009-08-07T09:16:00.003+08:002009-09-08T18:35:27.469+08:00Till then... (Prologue)They strolled on the path built alongside the canal surrounding Tokyo TV station, pausing occasionally to enjoy the cooling evening breeze. They were chatting, happily at first, sharing jokes when their conversation segued to something else; the sole purpose of the person who had initiated the walk. And no one had talked since then. For five long minutes, they stood facing away from each other, katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-62679584224431056992009-08-06T23:02:00.005+08:002009-10-16T17:22:51.814+08:00akai nikkichou: 28th March 2008We flipped through some of her photobooks today—just because we had a lot of time to kill—and I was reminded, once again, how beautiful she actually is. Anyway, I told her I like the photos, especially those from her first photobook and she gave me a weird look. A look that told me she’s happy to hear it. But I wasn’t lying to make her happy, I mean it, I really do: she’s beautiful. I like her katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-13698173178401122372008-12-30T10:50:00.010+08:002009-11-09T14:18:26.732+08:00A simple story - their story (06) (END)(DATE: April 2015)At 30, Yossi was now the owner of a restaurant—an eatery which sells western cuisine and one which she co-runs with her mother. It was a humble business. One that wasn’t making a lot of money nor was it losing any neither. She had started the business four years before, thinking of just passing time and keeping herself occupied since she couldn’t think of what else to do.It all katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-39305753631370509782008-12-23T12:55:00.009+08:002009-11-11T08:06:24.788+08:00A simple story - their story (05)
(DATE: beginning of YEAR 2002 - the rumor – part three)
No one was talking when they turned a left corner into an awaiting lift. Yossi waited, and then stepped forward to press on button ‘4’, watching as the steel doors closed before the lift started descending. She now knew why the meeting was held at the highest floor—for its privacy. The importance of it heightened. She watched their katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-74400254554322551532008-12-23T09:00:00.018+08:002009-11-09T14:18:26.789+08:00A simple story - their story (04)(DATE: beginning of YEAR 2002 - the rumor – part two) “Alright, that’s about all for today. Dismissed. Oh Sakimoto-san, can you stay? Need a word with you.”Soon, the meeting room was vacated except for two stoic-looking men seated opposite each other around an elongated oak table.The older of the men cleared his throat. “I received this fax from corporate comms this morning.” He retrieved a piecekatatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-32496238500442751322008-12-23T08:24:00.011+08:002009-11-09T14:18:26.792+08:00A simple story - their story (03)(DATE: beginning of YEAR 2002 - the rumor – part one)Nothing could wipe the triumphant grin from her face as Yaguchi slammed the magazine on the long table around which Yasuda and Abe were seated. The rude gesture drew immediate frowns from Yasuda and Abe which didn’t bother the perpetrator.“I TOLD you. Didn’t I tell you before?” Yaguchi’s grin had grown wider.Yasuda and Abe peered over at the katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-50912128814794969322008-12-19T11:49:00.007+08:002009-11-09T14:18:26.796+08:00A simple story - their story (02)(DATE: near the end of YEAR 2001)Everyone appeared to be absorbed in their own doings, but like vultures eyeing their prey the seniors were in fact watching the juniors surreptitiously, meticulously capturing and remembering their every little action. And in this room, one particular lady was starting to get restless.She made a wink at Yasuda and then at Abe, but that was all she could do as she katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-32471171583344622282008-12-19T10:49:00.011+08:002009-11-09T14:18:26.799+08:00A simple story - their story (01)(DATE: YEAR 2007)The loud slamming of the door startled everybody in the makeshift canteen. Like everybody, Rika quickly looked around. When she failed to find her friend who had said was getting another plate of salad, she began to worry. She knew her friend had left the room, and had slammed the door when she did; perhaps she hadn’t like what she had heard. In fact, nobody else did, and somehowkatatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-81797602253479930472008-11-11T20:18:00.004+08:002009-11-09T14:18:26.802+08:00Yoshi (extras) (18)“What do I exactly see in YOU!You are the most unromantic person,You sleep with your socks on,You never bathe,You eat in your bed,Your jokes are lame,You dig your nose ANDYou’re getting FATTER EVERYDAY!!!”“WOO~ WOO~ WOOH!”Yossi sprung upright.“What’s it?” a blurry voice asked.Yossi looked at the bleary-eyed figure who was stirring beside her, and felt a never-before sense of relief wash over her katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-35469004666358493782008-11-04T08:21:00.012+08:002009-11-09T14:54:42.123+08:00Yoshi (extras) (17)“hai, ichi ni san.”
click~
“ii, ato.”
click~
“hai, hai, ii yo. motto.”
click~
“ano Ishikawa-san motto dake. hai, hai.”
click~
“ii yo, ii yo. Ishikawa-san, a little more to your right please? Your lips.”
Ishikawa stepped back from her partner and raised a hand at the photographer. “Wait a minute, do we have to do this?”
The reaction from Yoshizawa was immediate; she stepped away too, herkatatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-54283631108688054062008-10-03T12:40:00.004+08:002009-11-09T14:18:26.818+08:00Yoshi (extras) (16)(This is what happens when they watched too much DVDs together…Stein… I said Stein…)“Why is that you never make any noise when we’re making love?”Yossi hushed loudly. A silent rictus of shock began to show on her face. She looked around frantically. What had gotten into Rika and why had she asked such a question and in such a place? And luckily for them, the cold storage alley was practically katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-14266753958180265932008-10-03T12:01:00.010+08:002009-11-09T14:18:26.829+08:00Yoshi (extras) (15)“Are you sure that’s the reason it won’t play?”“Yep. Yep,” Yossi said. She had gotten up from the couch and was squatting in front of the TV console. She pulled the DVD player out, looked behind its back and saw a dozen of metal sockets sticking out from the panel where only a cable with yellow, red and white pins, was plugged in. “Ermm…” she said unconsciously, not realizing the light around herkatatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-50072903545275227192008-09-30T16:09:00.008+08:002009-11-09T14:18:26.833+08:00Yoshi (extras) (14)(a time around April 2008)Yossi hoped the floor hadn’t creaked. Actually it didn’t, but she thought it did. So as gingerly as she could, she crept up toward the sexy figure, who was too engrossed in the mechanism in front of her to be noticing what was actually happening behind her. And when Yossi reached just standing behind her target, she slipped her arms around and planted a kiss on the nape katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28273086.post-70158932210172783272008-09-30T08:50:00.003+08:002009-11-09T14:18:26.836+08:00Yoshi (extras) (12)(8th Dec 2007: In a certain training camp.)Yossi hated ‘gasshuku’ time. It was the time when she found herself boarded up with tens other members in a relatively stupid camp and though blessed with all the basic necessities and facilities, it was still a stupid place to be in. She really hated it. Not for the rigid schedule, the tough training, the mass bunking nor the dalliance after the day. katatsumurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18200673661847620630noreply@blogger.com0