You want to know something new around me? Well nothing new happened in these days till this afternoon. My parents and I were about to call it a day; it was just after workers had left. My mother got a phone call from one of workers. I just saw my mother and a full-time worker rushing through in from of a green house I was. I’ve never seen, at least as far as I remember, my mother ran. At once I noticed something unusual thing happened. They jumped in a car and drove away when I went out of the green house. I found my father stood, looking at the car leaving. I asked him what in the world happened and he said “Oh, one worker ran over a person.”

I suddenly imaged a disastrous scene, a blood-covered, non-moving guy under a car. This image reminded me that I’ve run over pigeons a year ago. I cannot forget the car was slightly lifted up, as mush height of a pigeon. I wondered if the worker could drive a car again. As my father and I were looking in the distance vaguely, we heard of the wail of an ambulance siren. We resumed our works. There was nothing we could do for the matter. I didn’t even fancy that I were a psychic or wizard or something and could cope with this situation. Like this stupid thing I usually do, but not this time.

I finished closing green house and got home. My father decided to do some more work. My mother didn’t seem to come back for a while, so I fixed supper instead. When my mother was back the supper was already cold. She told me the worker just hit a kid; he didn’t seem was injured at all. Yet the worker’s windshield was all cracked. According to my mother, the boy tried to hop on the bicycle and left, because he was fine and afraid of being involved in polis stuff. Anyway another co-worker, whose car was right behind, called ambulance.

First of all, nobody was injured, except the car, is good. After I ate the supper, I rushed to my PC and started checking up cars. I will buy a car, scary car which no one want to be close, like a black Mercedes.

You want to know something new around me? Well nothing new happened in these days till this afternoon. My parents and I were about to call it a day; it was just after workers had left. My mother got a phone call from one of workers. I just saw my mother and a full-time worker rushing through in from of a green house I was. I’ve never seen, at least as far as I remember, my mother ran. At once I noticed something unusual thing happened. They jumped in a car and drove away when I went out of the green house. I found my father stood, looking at the car leaving. I asked him what in the world happened and he said “Oh, one worker ran over a person.”

I suddenly imaged a disastrous scene, a blood-covered, non-moving guy under a car. This image reminded me that I’ve run over pigeons a year ago. I cannot forget the car was slightly lifted up, as mush height of a pigeon. I wondered if the worker could drive a car again. As my father and I were looking in the distance vaguely, we heard of the wail of an ambulance siren. We resumed our works. There was nothing we could do for the matter. I didn’t even fancy that I were a psychic or wizard or something and could cope with this situation. Like this stupid thing I usually do, but not this time.

I finished closing green house and got home. My father decided to do some more work. My mother didn’t seem to come back for a while, so I fixed supper instead. When my mother was back the supper was already cold. She told me the worker just hit a kid; he didn’t seem was injured at all. Yet the worker’s windshield was all cracked. According to my mother, the boy tried to hop on the bicycle and left, because he was fine and afraid of being involved in polis stuff. Anyway another co-worker, whose car was right behind, called ambulance.

First of all, nobody was injured, except the car, is good. After I ate the supper, I rushed to my PC and started checking up cars. I will buy a car, scary car which no one want to be close, like a black Mercedes.

Yesterday was so fun, walking around Kyoto. I hope Jen and Catherine could get on a bus without problem. I went to Kyoto 14 years ago, when I was in Junior high, and don’t remember what I did. All I can remember is went to Kinkaku-ji— a covered with Gold paper temple, so it look made of whole gold—but that image is like I just see a picture. Do you know what I mean? I mean I don’t feel I actually went there, just saw a picture of it and dreamed I went.

How many mosquito bites do I have to get per day? It’s almost October and getting cooler everyday. I think it’s time for them to fade out; but inside a green house is still warm, sometimes hot. Apart from we share them with good circumstance to misunderstand the season; I had enough time with them. For instance when I was weeding from hibiscus pots, they suddenly leaped out from weeds and landed on my arms, gave me uncountable bitten marks. If you see more than 3 mosquitoes at a time, you cannot slap them to die; there must be more than you can see around. So, when I saw black silhouettes flying by went back to my house to get an incense to exterminate those KFO (Known Flying Object). After I got the weapon, chased them; if people happened to catch a sight of me doing it, must feel sorry for me for doing that weird thing. Well it gave me a bang, I liked it anyway.

I’ve not written for 5 days? Well it seems kinda long, not writing in comparison with before. Reason why? I don’t know, I would just skip one day because something was wrong with my PC as usual, I should buy new one soon—I’ve been saying this for months—so I couldn’t write that particular day. Yet, I slacked out for additional 4 days. I guess when I skip something, especially good one, stop doing. Is that true of anybody?

On the other hand, I didn’t have anything special to tell you in these days. For instance, what I did today was work. Hey doesn’t this sound boring? I should mention “what I’ve done during work” hopefully people can get it.

1. Started working 6:30 as usual. Went to a farm land which is 1 minutes by car far from my house to dig hibiscus plans out for planting. It took us 1 hour and half.
2. Opened green houses up for poinsettia, it needs short day light.
3. Planted hibiscus till noon.
4. During lunch break, I went to an electric store to buy a black ink for my printer. I haven’t used that printer for 4 years. Ink inside the printer was dry, which here means it was useless. To say more in detail, the ink was waste
5. Continued planting till 4 pm.
6. Gathered good plants to sell tomorrow.
7. Closed green houses.
8. got off work
9. Went to the electrical store to buy different black ink. I could use my sister’s printer, but it also didn’t have black ink. However, they didn’t stock it. I thought “you guys don’t want to make money eh?”

That’s all I did today. If you want to know how I transplanted plants, I would love to do.

studying mud

I cannot speak English as I did before—it doesn’t mean I could well before. It’s been more than year now since I came back from the U.S.—I will never be able to say again “I just came back from the states, so please forgive my rudeness” or something like that spring from the feeling that I don’t want to be involved in Japanese expressionless. I still feel out of place.

Anyway, I think I forgot how to speak English now, even though an amount of reading is much increased. Is that true of everybody? If so, other guys probably forgot everything. Yeah that’s true. I myself studied Chinese for years and was capable of using it—at least I think I was—but I couldn’t think of what to say when I happened to have a chance to talk to a Chinese in Washington after I stopped studying Chinese. I got shocked then, but the thing that I had to study English hard had me forgot about it. Well I want to study Chinese again; on the other hand, I cannot just let my English getting worse.

Studying, not only languages but also any fields, is like climbing up a mountain by bike. You have to keep hammering down the pedals. If your efforts slacken off, you’ve got descend dangerously, because bicycle isn’t made for backing up. You’ll tumble or fall down. If you quit on the way to the tip top, you shouldn’t even think you will try. There are two choices whether you complete or never try. Halfway skill, education, etc. are harmful to you, in that you, ten to one, misunderstand that you can use them as if you are at home.

So, it sounds pretty hard to learn something. I don’t want to do anything. However I also believe one thing that one the way to the summit, there must be some half landings where you can take breaks, where you can be relieve that you may not roll down from there. However those landings don’t allow you to stay long. Somebody will fine you park there.

My friend said that studying is like throwing mud onto a wall; and most of them just fall down. But someday, someday it will stick on the wall and get firm. I want to testify that was true.

I found that books require me a certain amount to read before they let me sink my teeth into them. I always feel unnatural when I start reading any book. Even I felt it when I read beloved “The Catcher in The Rye”. It took around thirty pages to find myself interested in the book.

Many readers explain “this is because you don’t get used to a book yet, that’s why you take time, to find ‘the rhythm of a book’.” They will stare at you with confident and continue “When you find it a book will start telling itself; you don’t even have to feel you are reading”. I don’t agree to that idea, frankly. I understand that part “a book start telling”. I feel sometimes when I encounter a really good book, but not all of them do it.

In my opinion—just in my opinion—a book choose people to be read. They test me with their beginning part, around 30 pages or so, decide if they permit me to read them or not. We think that we read books, but if you see “reading” a bit from the view point of books. You may hear them saying “I won’t let you read me, you smart-aleck” or “Dear, please open me right away.”

Occasionally, I try to read “The great Gatsby” by Fitzgerald. Every time I fail to do, though. I even can’t read “Harry Potter”. One time I told this to my friend and he said “Why on earth does a grown-up like you have to read Harry Potter? Go to a pawnshop.” Any pawnshop wouldn’t buy a book like Harry Potter, I told him. Anyway, the first I thought he was right, but after a minute I sensed the book was yelling at me. I heard “You aren’t a grown-up or anything. Probably you are, physically. You just lost a sense of fantasy. You don’t need me. Go to a pawnshop to buy Hemingway.” Of course I didn’t replay with “No pawn shop has Hemingway in Japan.” But I thought about the meaning of that invisible voice which I might make up myself.

Do you have a book that you cannot read? If so ask it why.

Do you like coffee?

Just ten minutes ago, I was standing in the kitchen and making coffee; all of a sudden this thought occurred to me; do I like coffee? I drink coffee about 10 cups per day. It’s probably a bit too much. You might wonder why I drink that much, I can answer without any pause; to sit up late. However when I make coffee, how I make is what’s called “Hand-drip”—this is a way, you pour hot water onto grinded beans with a pitcher instead of using a machine. This way, you can change taste of coffee; yet you need skill to do. I like Hand-drip, because there is “Ma”, Japanese word which neither I couldn’t explain nor my first class English dictionary. “Ma” means time passing. Japanese people feel or create “Ma” when we do something which is needed skill and carried out only when our minds are deeply calm—if you understand “Ma” with thins explanation you are Japanese. Anyway, I like to make coffee, because it shares me with space to make “Ma”. Again, I ask myself if I like coffee itself.

Without any explanation, everybody knows what coffee is. It’s made up of roasted coffee bean which is yield in such as Brazil, somewhere in Africa and so forth. To my knowledge, beans from higher elevation are better than the other, I guess climate distinguish beans quality, well I don’t care about it. Here in Japan, coffee got to be more popular by Starbucks this past decade.

In what occasion, people drink coffee? For one reason, I imagine many people drink it in the morning at home, Starbucks, something like that. The purpose of drinking coffee is to freshen their feeling, prepare for a new day in other words tell their body to get ready for the day. Another reason, people drink it at break time, lunch or three o’clock whatever, to relax. And third reason is to sit up late, like one of mines. Okay, there are at least three reasons that people drink coffee. Nevertheless, which reason shows you if people really like coffee? Those answers, I hit on, don’t directly to “they like coffee itself”. First two reasons are for relaxing, can’t make you sure that coffee is actually loved, and as for the last one, people, including me, just expect its caffeine. The last one is even worse. It’s like you are married to a wealthy widow, after her money.

Well, well, well, I’m getting confused. What is coffee about? Is that really good taste fluid to drink? The effectiveness of caffeine aside, is coffee really taste good? I suppose some people disapprove it, after hearing my soliloquy, but some people will say yes. But honestly, I don’t know about it. I can say either yes or no. That’s taste is just blacky liquid from roasted milled beans that’s to say, it is just burned edible drink. In addition to that, coffee might develop a cancer for burned beans.

Okay I will stop here. It’s a life time question. What I’m going to do now, make a cup of coffee. I took enough caffeine to sit up far into the night, but I dare to make now. Do I like coffee or is coffee drug?

In the car I was thinking when this niece would start chewing gum. It’s probably not important at all, however in terms of child health, you couldn’t avoid this. I couldn’t find any article about it from the internet or just I wasn’t curious enough.

At any rate, if you have a little kid and already went through it, tell me when a kid could eat, chew gum. My sister doesn’t seem to care about it. I think she should imagine her daughter someday happen to have a gum and eat it; perhaps it stick on the throat or Adam’s apple.

Enough gum talking and moving on. I got glasses today. They are just ordinary glasses. If you know me some— like you know eels but you don’t’ know where and when they lay eggs—you must have thought that I just bought sports-looking glasses. No, no. I bought glasses like people who have bad eyes wear. They are for work. That’s all. You should see me; I look a lot smarter in them than I actually am. My sister said I didn’t look Latino with glasses. Oh well that’s right.

books are products of Alchemy

I’ve been reading a book “The alchemist” for one month. I bought it just before I left Tokyo. I’d read it half and then stopped; because I lost it for a while and I started reading another book, so, these day I re-set about “The Alchemist” again. I’ve not done yet, reading, but it’s really instructive book contrary to my expectation.

If you have read this book already, you must know this book isn’t about alchemy; probably it is, however from a different view point. At least it’s not like that animation, Full metal alchemist. What I like about the book, as you read you will find what is important for you life, personal legend; and how important to pursue it for your life without getting tempted by something less important, which you shouldn’t follow at the point. For instance this is a part I like which is when the boy, main persona, was telling the alchemist that he’s got enough money, a woman in love and thinking about ceasing his journey to the Pyramid for his personal legend.

“I have already found my treasure. I have a camel, I have my money from the crystal shop, and I have fifty gold pieces. In my own country, I would be a rich man.”
“But none of that is from the Pyramids,” said the alchemist.
“I also have Fatima. She is a treasure greater than anything else I have won.”
|She wasn’t found at the Pyramids, either.”
They are in silence. The alchemist opened a bottle and poured a red liquid into the boy’s cup. It was the most delicious wine he had ever tasted.

This book is, as I mentioned earlier, instructive. So sometimes it sounds boring, but those instructions are well covering the boringness up and drive me reading for my skill on my reading English books.

Talking of books, I’ve read “THE BODY” this week. It’s original of the movie “Stand by me” I bought it on Amazon.co.jp, because I kept wishing to read it for years. As I started I found a strange in this book. It was so easy that even I could read without problem. I thought, Stephen King’s book shouldn’t be this easy. I looked the back of the book; it read “Penguin Readers are simplified texts designed in association with Longman, the world famous education publisher blah blah blah…” In a word, this book was just simplified. No wonder how easy this book is. But I didn’t find information about it when I bought it in Amazon. That’s one scary thing can occur to you when you buy books in the internet. You’re not able to glance over a book. However I read it anyway, though, simply because that book was excellent. As I finished reading it, I ordered “real” book. The story was excellent without “real” Stephen King’s word. I wonder how it’s gonna be better when the story marries King’s real writing.

This is the second journal of the day. It’s simply because, I couldn’t write the previous one yesterday owing to this half-broken computer. Last night I was really frustrated because I really wanted to write about Vocation. So I postponed to write and did it after work. I sort of re-read the one about Vocation, did not understand; the structure is bad. Anyway I am writing second one now.

I had been in Tokyo for 5 years total; 4 years for my school, and rest of 1 year was for the miss-chosen work. But I never thought that I wanted to live in Tokyo. The reason I had been to school in Tokyo is because, there was this Japanese archery, Kyudo teacher who passed away 3 years ago. I was eager to learn Kyudo under him. To tell the truth, I wasn’t up to go to University after high school Instead, I just was really dying to pursue Kyudo. Kyoudo could be my vocation, by the way. Just I cannot make money from it.

People see their future in Tokyo. They are from all over the country, even from the other country. Somehow, many people think they can find something important to their life in Tokyo. In brief, it’s partly right, but 95% wrong. One guy, who I happened to acquaint in a temporary job, from Miyazaki, southern end of Japan, quit his job in his hometown and just moved in to Tokyo said “I thought I could have a better life in Tokyo.” When I heard of it, thought it depended on him. I didn’t tell him, though.

It’s not surprising people living in neighbor prefectures seek for job in Tokyo, because it’s commutable. However a few numbers of people live far and long for something showy in Tokyo. They rely on their friends living in Tokyo and land on. As far as I concern, people thought Tokyo was “splendid town” tended to end with hardship which were based on the difference between wish and real. Tokyo isn’t an easy city for living. People are indifferent to one anther; you cannot get a job easily except for the 3Ds job (Dirty, Difficult, and dangerous); living costs are too high to buy a rope to hang your neck.

The interesting thing is, people who have noticed that Tokyo wasn’t the city they fancied rarely got out of the city right away. There are various kinds of reason. But the biggest reason is they—especially young kids—think living in Tokyo is still better, cooler than country side. Strictly for the birds; personally I have lived in Tokyo for long time, and it was convenient, but I never even once felt it was cooler, rather I felt stinker in someway. Most people think themselves is the most stinky thing. So, some once longed people keep sticking to Tokyo and aged. As long as they think living poorly, in terms of their mind and wallet, is better than stay with their family in a country; cannot get rid of their false belief which was practically broken by the reality.

A place doesn’t decide whether you are content or not. That’ is you decide your life.

Sorry for this such a pointless bad writing. I am sleepy.

Gee my stick memory (I don’t know what you call a stick which works like a FD; but contain much more) is broken. It’s not a big problem that I cannot use.

Is your job your vocation? If you are working for somewhere you might have asked yourself if yours is. I have some friends who are looking for their “vocation”. Last week one of them just told me he would go to Nagano prefecture, located in the center of Japan, to be a pyrotechnist. He has been looking for what he should be done while he exists for years and years. He also had lived in Canada for it. He thought he would find it in different country.

Before I took my friends up as an example, I should talk about myself. I’m also a big seeker of my vocation. One that I found interest last year was Green Tea Café. I really thought this new type of café was going to be in fashion; we would see green tea stands anywhere in the future not only in Japan but also in some countries. I thought I would be my vocation, running green tea café. I pretty much failed, though. I applied for a company which was already running a green tea café. After I started working there 3 hours, I felt that’s not what I wanted to do. It’s a shame, I kept thinking that type of café would be suitable for me, but I realized not.

Many young kids were working there too. I’ve met some girls who were dying to be hairdresser. They believed that’s what they wanted to be their life time job, vocation. However I doubted very much if they really wanted to be a hairdresser. Why I think this way is because when I asked them that what they would do after they got to be it. They didn’t give me a clear answer. They just became silent and started talking about a fashion show would be held by them. As far as I understood, they just thought the sound “being a hairdresser” was cool without thinking the future view or anything; like I thought running café was cool.

What decided our current job? Some of my friend didn’t go up to a college and without a college degree they had a few choices in choosing a job. The job they could apply for were like constructing, farming, and working for a factory. Some of them think the chosen job isn’t their vocation, and wish to have a better job. They hope to have a distinguished job. As for a people with B.A. or M.A. also tend to change their job. They say stuff like “I’m not content with this job” or “I’m experienced enough to take more responsible post” then they quit their job. Some find better job, but most of them are failed and repeat same thing. Who can have a better job, that’s a person who has clear view of their future image. In brief, who knows what he/she wants to be.

Many people fail to have vocation at least they think failed, but many people can be happy without it. And is the job that they don’t thing that’s their vocation is really not their vocation? Well, in my opinion, if you keep doing one job for long time, that’s your vocation. Even you don’t thing it is, it’s probably it is. Only people who had a desire to be some job from the word go can feel their job is their vocation. This is just my thought. I don’t know the truth.

Some people who are doing jobs they were eager to do say, nice cases out of ten, “You should decide you job from the view point of what you love to do.” It’s a dog food. The reason they can say like that irresponsible is because they found a job what they would love. Many people now, especially in Japan, even come up with any idea what they will love to do; end up thinking “I want to do café,” or “I wanna be a hairdresser” Unless they have transparent views on the jobs or actually love to do them, will suffer from the gap from the real.

Probably, many people are doing their vocations, just they don’t notice or think somebody’s is better than his/hers.

The crown prince’s brother’s wife gave a birth today. It was boy, so no one ever has to worry anymore if Japanese constitution should be change so that a woman can be a Tenno, an emperor. Funny thing, last year before the girl’s pregnancy was reported, our Prime Minister, Junichiro Koizumi brought up the bill. And Japanese got so hot about it. Some people thought Japan would be the leading country in choosing a woman emperor—how many countries accept an emperor, by the way? Other people might thought it’s shouldn’t happen. As for me, I didn’t mind which gender take over the throne. If they didn’t have a boy—however many people still think guys are supposed to be ahead of women—a girl takes the place. This is why hearing the news made Japanese went hotter that a boy was born. After our Prime Minister had heard of the news of the girl’s pregnancy, he stopped arguing about the bill anymore. It’s obviously strange to us; from somewhere a rumor brought about that some technician would make the fertilized egg into a boy. People gossiped that’s why the Prime Minister never had to talk about it. And the technique is real, as I concern.

If you have a bit of information about being pregnant and giving a birth, that kind of stuff, you probably know that you can tell the sex by means of an ultrasound scan or something before he/she crawls through the birth canal. But the Imperial family kept it to themselves till this afternoon. I wondered if they, doctors, took so long time to change sex or just didn’t want to disturb the girl’s feeling, or just they didn’t like us. Kidding aside, without hearing any formal announcement, most Japanese except androphobias were sure of it would be a boy; as you are sure as The Bush says something queer every time in his speech.

Finally the fact gender pre-selection is real is known to us.

As a conclusion, I am glad the girl had a baby without a problem.

Continuing from yesterday’s journal, I have a big trouble with putting “a” and “the”. I believe most Japanese have same difficulty unless people can really know English. I have tendency to mess up “the” and “a” For instance:
“I ate the fish yesterday” As for me, I know what fish that was. But my conversational partner may not know what fish I am talking about. I probably sound the one must know what is—actually I am not sure that this idea makes sense to you or not, though. What I real mean here is “I ate fish yesterday.” If I say so, you can ask “What fish?” but if I say “the fish” people just frown and say “yah…” pretending you know it; or just attempt to change the subject.

Anyway, it’s not easy to use English’s articles precisely for me. If you, a reader, grew up with English have no problem with this—I am sure. If you cannot judge logically, your ears can determine quickly without making your brain work—if you say that’s what brain’s work, it’s okay. Why I say this is because that’s what happens when I use Japanese. I am not good at Japanese, logically way. The fact it’s a shame aside, however I seldom make mistake when I speak, write Japanese; without being capable of explaining why I’m almost free from mistake. All I can say is “that’s because I grew up with this.”

However I didn’t grow up with English as you see. If you couldn’t tell it, you probably came down with fever. Please rest up and read this later. So, back to the subject, it is super duper difficult, placing a right article, for non-natives. If native speakers who I speak with correct my critical mistakes right when I make mistakes, I will be learn and modify quickly as kids. But in fact nobody does such a pain thing; besides people can tell what they, broken speaker or writer, are trying to say. I try not to do that. I know correcting annoys people who are trying to speak Japanese. But I dare to tell, because I know that no one will do. If anybody won’t tell the truth to the speaker, the one may not know how to say rightly till being shoved into a coffin. But it’s also difficult to teach non natives something that I cannot explain, but sense what I am saying is right.

I understand I wrote a pointless journal yesterday. I didn’t even remember what I wrote; besides I don’t care what.

I found the reason that most Japanese cannot tell the difference between “L” and “R” sound. Oh don’t say you know it already. I understand this topic was so yesterday; anybody knows we do and why. But I should repeat why it happens, as a victim of this and exist as a broken English speaker as well as writer. Anyway, the reason we mix up R and L is because we have evil letters called “Katakana”. For people who never care about Japanese(I mean Japanese language, not people), you should give an explanation of Katakana. When Japanese people introduce some foreign languages, no matter western or eastern, we apply them to Katakana which prepares only Japanese sound. If you ever studied Japanese you probably knew that Japanese is extremely easy to pronounce. But the thing is, for Japanese there is no difference between Lice and Rice. Because originally Japanese don’t have neither R nor L sound—as far as I concern. So somebody who is apt to keep one’s tongue front might say “I ate lice this morning.” Way to go. Probably you’ll get good protein from them.

Another example—which is not too gross—is from a comic. You probably know Japan is famous for Anime and Manga. I’m not talking about them here now. My brother-in-law keep buying a weekly comic named “Jump”, the most famous kids magazine which I quit reading for a decade ago, because it’s so childish. Who in the world wants to read about a son of Satan visits from the hell and be a junior high school student and fall in love with a cute girl? What makes it worse, those kinds of stupid manga tend to be called off quickly for not having popularity and end with a terrible ending. Like the sunuva Satan ended up being human being or something then got married to the cute girl. OOPS I am wander from the subject. I wanted to talk about one manga in Jump. It’s called “To Love ru” “ru” is written in Japanese, but sounds like this. The name means “trouble” and “to love” In English, they sound completely different like telling a chimp from human. But, yet, however, being natural Japanese, they are same, as completely as possible. The manga’s author wants to say that falling in love with somebody causes trouble or something. Good, naming, it is…

We should quit using Katakana right now or people on earth will think insects is good for building fine brains.

By the way my English is sucks as well. So please don’t blame me for writing in broken English.

I bought a keyboard yesterday and it was junk; half junk/. I didn’t use yesterday and now I am using. How bad, when you type something, won’t show up. For instance when you push “2”

Well, I just changed to my old keyboard now. It was so sucks. Anyway moving on, with that new junk computer you cannot type anything like you want. Again, when you type “2” with the new one won’t show “2” what I had to do was, took the button off the keyboard and clean it and then put it back. Sometime the repaired one would work, sometimes not. I should have to take it back to the store I bought.

Anyway, the bad keyboard aside. What I’ve done today….slept well. I took a nap, hours. I didn’t have to work long, actually not have to at all. I would go shopping some clothes for fall. But I couldn’t wake up till at three pm. I was tired from work, but I didn’t know it till I started sleeping. A house phone was right next to me where I took a nap; I thought it rang once. I wasn’t sure of it. I asked my sister who came home for her weekend with my niece if the phone rang. “You are sleeping when I answered it” she said.

Is this what I should write today? I have lots of thing to write about while I was away from the internet. Tonight I should re-read my journal again and sum them up. Oh another thing, I was really wondering if I should buy an espresso maker. If you are a good reader of my blog, I’ve been saying about this for two months or so. I was about to click to buy one at Amazon.co.jp, but the last moment I remembered that I didn’t buy a anti-virus thing yet. When I made a contract of this internet, a CD named “Virus Vaster” came with. I tried that to my PC, but my PC said “Your PC is old, I won’t accept you” something like that. My PC has XP, dude. Well, my PC is doing weird all the time; it’s not surprising, though. I want a healthy computer.

I have three computers, but all of them except one are old enough to call it a life. The rather new one got attacked by bottles of milk two years ago in Oregon while I was working on a stationary bike. I was listening to music with the PC; I put it near a refrigerator. Who in the world could have noticed there were a murder of milk bottles on it? When I happened to touch the fridge, as if North Korea discharges famous missile—Tepodon—they hit on my PC well. And the accuracy was remarkable. One hit on a key board—hard enough to disable the keyboard. And the other two were kissed the display. Contrary to a hickey, it never goes away. When my anger was settled, picked the bottles up it read “Starbucks”. I went to Starbuck many times when I was in the U.S. They returned evil for good.

We don’t have any Starbuck around here, so I can’t go anyway.