Sing Happy b-day to Mika
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(^ Happy B-day song in EarlyMusic/Chant style)

I sometimes think about how we’d be judged by God or angels or whoever’s in charge after we die. It’d really suck if everyone I know gets to watch a video of my whole life and decide whether they want me in the heaven or not. Not like I’ve killed anybody in secret or anything but it’s a scary thought if the concept of privacy does not exist in the heaven. Maybe you all will be seeing me stealing my housemate’s stir fry in the video someday… how embarrassing that’d be!

I like the smell of the air after it rains. I don’t like the smell of carpets after it rains. They smell like stinky feet.

I’m a professional tea pot burner. I’ve burnt at least 4 or 5 pots so far. I just can’t remember to turn it off and as I said before, I don’t have a good nose. By the time my nose senses this nauseating, burnt smell, all the water has evaporated and sometimes the bottom of the pan is burnt in the shape of the stove. I know. It’s really scary.
When I did that last time, I left the house for 2 hours (Luckly, my roommate noticed soon enough…) and when I got back, the whole house smelled like pot, as in Marijuana. I was like, “hey.. who’s been smoking pot in my apartment?” and then, I remembered about the pot, as in tea pot.
Why did my tea leaves smell like marijuana? I have no idea.. It’s suppposed to be guava tea leaves and tea doesn’t make me so happy. Maybe if I smoke it..

Anyways, I’ll just have to have somebody to make my tea. Any volunteers?

If I stay in a bookstore for a long enough time, I alyways ALWAYS feel like going to a bathroom.. Is it just me or everyone else too? I feel the same way as I feel before presentations or stage performance. The air in the bookstore makes me nervous and excited…
It’s a little annoying because most bookstores that I go to don’t have bathrooms for customers. I wonder if they intentionally make the customers want to go to the bathrooms, so that they won’t do tachiyomi.. ( -> reading books without buying them) That’d be an interesting/frustrating strategy.
Just writing and thinking about this makes me feel like going to the bathroom.

I’ve glued my fingers together with a permanent glue before. I was in 3rd grade and I was trying to build a plastic model of house or something. The teacher told us to be especially careful with the glue and I knew at the very moment that I’d glue my finger on something. And I did. I glued the tips of my thumb and index finger together, so it made a circle like a “you did goood” circle. (I suppose it’d have been worse if all my fingers except for the middle one got glued onto my palm.) I was so scared that my fingers were never going to come apart but they did, thanks to extra warm water. Phew.

I like mixing orange juice and milk. It tastes quite yummy. I like how milk tastes like yogurt. Everyone gives me this “she’s gone crazy” face whenever I do this, so unless I know the people around me well enough, I usually do it when nobody’s around.

I’ll post my tragus pic soon..