Pineapple

Today was a national holiday and I didn’t know this. I was going to resister my marriage today, but the public place which handles death and marriage was not open. It was open but there was not any expert on holiday and weekends and since I had to turn in a translation of the Scottish marriage certificate, I decided not to go. Instead, I worked. I picked Sudati, a type of citrus fruit.

I asked Maz to give me a word I could write about. She probably was confused when I said “Please give me any word.” I asked twice and then she gave me a word “pineapple”

I used to love a can of pineapple when I was a kid. But one day I overdosed on pineapple and all of a sudden, I lost my desire to eat pineapple. Even if I went to buffet and saw pineapple all over the place, I wouldn’t take.

Anyway, I still have a question about pineapple. I’ve had this ever since I was a little kid. To be precise, it was before I learned how to use a can opener. The question is that how a pineapple grows. I heard once a pineapple grew upside-down. I know even though, it’s natural for them. I was shocked about the leaves, which I believed they were, were actually roots. That’s crazy. I probably will laugh my head off when I see it.

The funny thing is, I don’t dare to check on the internet if it’s true. Well this means it’s not that too important.

A prison

Today a typhoon hit Tokushima and we decided to let workers have a day off, so the farm was so quiet. Besides, the typhoon was really weak. We wondered when the typhoon would come ashore right while it was right passing near us. Well a pathetic typhoon. My father complained of its size, because he shut the all green houses to protect from it. It was nice rain anyway.

When I came back from Edinburgh to Carstairs (near Carmichael) by train, I was paying attention to the prison wall showing up. Sarah said when I saw the prison wall I was supposed to get off the train. It didn’t look like a prison if there was no big fence kind of wall surrounding. The spiky wire, called barbwire or whatever, tells you you shouldn’t belong here. Anyway, the prison was to me, just a mark.

A week later, when I was about leave Scotland, at Glasgow airport, Maz found a free paper. The cover page was saying there was one woman in the prison. And it costs the government lots of money since she was the only female prisoner in the fence. She threw her 6 years old son out of 12th or 13th floor and of course killed him.

The prison is for mental convicts. Yep it’s pretty insane to throw your son out of a balcony. So court people put her there. But it costs a lot, because the prison had to prepare a female wing and whatever female need, maybe a hairdryer too. I don’t remember exactly how much, but a lot. The paper read a nice hotel room wouldn’t cost as much. Maybe it doesn’t cost, but who lookouts her? News paper is full of stupid things or they just didn’t know how to conclude.

I think it’s nice to live in a guy society if I were a girl. Apart from that’s a prison for mental. She must be famous and popular and perhaps worshiped. I believe some guys asked her out already. Only their options of date are either making belt-buckles together in a ridiculous mask and goggles or telling stories each other to prove how sane they are. She may happen to get married to one of them and live together when they are let out of the prison (if that ever happens). Their best men and brides mates are all prison mates, perhaps all the audience as well. And she and her husband will do some shit together—hopefully not killing people, and go back to the prison again and start making those stupid buckles side by side. It’s such a sweet life. If you think it’s not. You are insane. You pretend you are normal, but this means you have already knocked the prison gate.