When I look at my chest, it makes me think of the lleft-over turkey bones and meat that we use to make broth. I don’t like it.

Whenever I use a thermometer for ears, I feel like I’m playing Russian Roulette.

I like to travel light. During the last trip, I had more stuff than I probably should have brought.

For boys and girls who want to travel light, I recommend bring only thongs for your underwear. That really reduces the size of your packing.

Another movie idea.

A little girl makes a wish to a shooting star: Please let everyone live forever, so that nobody becomes sad for losing somebody she loves..

The next day, the wish comes true. Nobody can die or get killed except for one person God has chosen. This normal person is appointed by the God to be the leader of this new world. This person can live forever as long as she/he doesn’t get killed. If this person gets killed, the world turns back to the original state where everyone dies eventually.

Now, there are people who try to protect this person. Some have good intentions: Other do not. Those who try to protect the leader may be people who want to have good luxurious lives forever or people who want to torture others forever. On the other hand, the people who try to kill the leader have good hearts. They may have sons and daughters who suffer from painful incurable diseases; they may be slaves tortured by these rich people who want to live forever. And the story depicts the conflicts and love that center around this normal person who God chose on a whim. I don’t know the ending.

Ya. That’s it.

The Japanese translation of the title “Stupid White Men” by Michael Moore can be translated into English as “Stupid, Idiotic, American White People.”

It’s a bit exarggerated but that’s ok. It’s probably not too far off from what Moore wanted to say anyways.

When I see somebody else vomiting, for some reason, I feel like I have to eat more for that person.

I don’t like the feeling of sharp metals scraping another metalic or plastic materials. An example is forks scratching a plate. It makes my teeth “float.”

I was thinking that maybe this is a defensive mechanism of metals.