How many days I haven’t posted? 1 week? Anyway, I was struggling with new Blogger. When did Google start affecting this blog site? I had a big trouble to change to new one. And I actually couldn’t do it at home, did at my friend’s house. Does it mean my PC suck or what?

Global warming is surly happening under or in your nostril. It is as critical as a booger coming out back and forth whenever you breathe. Apart from how a booger can disgust people, Global warming is seriously unwelcome to us. For instance, that is killing vegetable farmers, because this nice and mild temperature give Sunday farmers an extremely good circumstance; so anybody can grow any veges easily. Then who wants to buy vegetable at grocery store? E those novice farmers cannot find people to give away their crops. I’m glad I am not growing vegetable.

Half marathon competition is coming next week. But I only ran once this week. Why? I was tired. To try to make up the gap between the real and my image, I ran a little bit afternoon. Soon enough, my calves were killed by flat road. Tomorrow I will run with Vanessa for practice; however I doubt if I’m able to keep up with her during jog.

My friend, Japanese, told me the other day that he wanted to learn English and asked me for help. I told him I couldn’t, but I brought him to a bookstore to buy some textbooks. And I will bring him to my friends’ house tomorrow. While Vanessa and I run he got to manage to spend time with others who don’t speak Japanese.

BLOGGER changed a bit and gave me hard times to up-date journals. I wrote some days of journals however like what I said I couldn’t.

This is my birthday month, February. Many people who don’t know me must say “so what” or “Why on earth I have to send a present to me?” Okay, it’s okay if you say so. I just wanted to write about it. What is more, the day is 28th. And I prefer chocolate cream instead of just white one.

I worked inside a greenhouse all day today. Technically, I everyday work there and I always sweat like a pig. As you all know—if you don’t know it’s okay—for some reason, temperature is increasing every minute. It also affect on the temperature of inside the greenhouse. To make long story short, it gives me hell. You know even when the hottest of summer it will only be around 40℃, about 104 F. I do have it now. In addition to that, inside is damp. I cannot explain how uncomfortable it is. If you want to know you should come to my house with presents.　

Anyway, I hate new stupid google blog.

I was sick since I came back from the Tokyo, Kanagawa sightseeing. The bus arrived 6 AM and I had to work from 7:30. Stomach ache started without any notice. After I finished giving fertilizer to poinsettia at house number ten, I went to house number 7 to pinch hibiscus’s bud. Within a minute, my stomach started aching.

2007/02/08 Thursday
I came back from Okinawa…some days ago. What is more, I came back from Tokyo some more days ago. These were what I didn’t write about on this blog and what I should have, because those trips were fun and extraordinary.

First, I went to Tokyo last week to see my old friends. One of my friends from the U.S., Vicky came to Japan as an annual trip (?) and I and some other guys were looking forward to it for a year. We’d seen last year, exactly the same time. The difference was, I don’t live in Tokyo anymore—now I’m in Tokushima—then I should take a bus. Well the bus trip was fun; all I did was sleep as dead. Only around 10 other passengers were there, for about 40 seats. It made us feel comfortable.

My friend, Fumi and I woke up at 5 am. We were supposed to wake up by 4 am, then we never had to worry about if we would be late or not. However, for some stupid reason, we ran about 50 minutes before we finally met beds. Our beaten bodies couldn’t stand 4 hours sleep. Did additional 1 hour sleep help us going healthy? No, just it made us helpless. Fumi woke his wife up, asked her to drive us to the nearest station. We were supposed to “walk” to get there.

Boy, were we lucky; when we arrived at the station. A train was about to wheel in. If we missed it, we had to freeze our butts for 30 minutes at the wall-less platform. Of course we didn’t and did sleep tight in the coach. We just missed one transfer; except for that we were doing perfect. When the train was getting close to the airport, one question started flicking in our mind when we looked up the railroad map on a wall. We thought “why the airport has two stations?” We didn’t know it and weren’t sure which one Vicky would arrive in. For some reason, I don’t know why, we got off the first airport station. Without a conviction, we walked around to find the arrival gate. We didn’t. All we found was a timetable. I sort of regretted that I came here without the information. Fumi was trying to find a flight from Indonesia where she was supposed to fly from. But the electric timetable kept changing its language, Japanese to English. All of a sudden somebody poked us on the back. The one that was Vicky; how lucky we were. Thanks to God, we were in time at the right spot as a miracle.