Got ready for a couple bee stings.

Got bitten by mosquitoes.

I don’t think I should order Margarita at bars or restaurants in the future.

Ew, saliva?

While I usually prefer local stores, there is one thing I can’t get in these stores: the empty and desperate atmosphere of 24 hour big chain grocery stores at 3AM.

It’s like being in a grocery store in a zombi movie but without the zombis.

Being in a squash court makes me feel like a gladiator. A weak one.

When my arms fall asleep in my sleep, it wakes me up.

Why is it that people point to my helmet if I don’t take it off immediately after I finish biking? By the end of a bike trip, the helmet has partially become part of me and I’m sure that happens to everyone.

I wonder how much trouble my aversion towards sugar and whipped cream saved me from when I was a child.

When my clothes are kept where they’re supposed to be, I often have a harder time finding them.

Ethical problems are like a disentanglement puzzle after one piece has come off. I often don’t know whether there is supposed to be a solution to take the remaining pieces apart as well.