Japanese trains and subways are pretty clean. I like them except when people who just finished working come into my part of the train. Their suit jackets smell really bad; some from cigarrettes but also from something else. I’m not quite sure what it is but I feel like it stinks like sweat from stress and dries up the back of my nostrils and throat. It smells depressing…

It makes me a little sad not being able to quickly see which toys are more fun for little kids. I wish I remembered why and how these toys looked so exciting and kept my attention. All I remember is myself thinking as a young child that I would never forget such feelings even when I become an adult.

I often hear other people complaing about how dusty their houses get within a day after they vacuum. They say “look how dusty the floor is!” and I see nothing but a clean, shiny floor.

But then, I’ve been noticing how quickly my apartment gets dusty. I wonder if this was because my place really is dusty (very likey..) or if people gain a capacity to detect dust better when they own the places…

I love restaurants that make salad with decent (bite) size lettuce pieces. When the pieces are too big, I have to either open my mouth to the maximum width or let half the piece hang outside my mouth until my mouth is ready to chew the rest. It is such a subtle thing but it slightly annoys me every time I have to do that. Also, when I let the lettuce hang from my lips, the dressing drips to my chin and other places, which is even more annoying.

I should make a list of restaurants that can make proper salad for small-medium size mouth owners.

When I find exact answers being asked on a take-home exam on google, I don’t feel like closing the window for a looong time..I feel like I just caught a previous piece of treasure.

Treasure hunting on Google. That’s the kind of treasure adventure I can afford.

Making a cute fox shaped key holder from fox fur. Something is wrong with that picture.

I think the trick to succeeding in burglary is to be really really really good looking (just like Ben Stiller in Zoolander). I feel like that’d make many people hesitate when they find the burglar if he/she is super beautiful and polite and confident whereas scrubby, not so clean burglars would just make them run to the telephone right away.

On the way to the airport, people were staring at my face and I felt a bit uncomfortable. Then I remembered that I was wearing my glasses. They’ve got many of the gummy bear colors and often draw people’s attention.

Just by realizing what’s actually happening, smirk becomes friendly smile and hostile stare becomes curious faces. It makes me think that I shouldn’t interprete people’s expression so quickly.

I’ve seen Japanese commercials where they show “loving” cow/pig farmers. How do they manage to do that though? After naming the pigs, feeding them good food, making sure they don’t get sick, telling them how great they look (optional), and making friendship with them, you have to send them to a slaughter house.

I mean it’s better to provide a good life while the pigs are alive but still I feel like if I were such a farmer, I’d need two separate brains to put in my head every morning (one for loving and caring about them, one for thinking about how yummy their meat is). hmm..how do these farmers do that with one brain?

I wonder if people can tell me looking at the reflection of myself on glass from me looking what’s behind the glass. Of course, if I’m fixing my hair or doing something that suggests my use of glass as a mirror, it’s easy: but can they tell when I’m just staring at myself or the stuff behind the glass?

I notice people in subway stations repeating the same thing over and over until the train comes. Those who are standing at the edge to see if the train is coming turns their heads away when their vision rays come across with the rays of other people who are standing ahead (towards the previous station) on the platform. When they turn around, their eyes catch the people behind them and they have to turn their heads back to the first direction while these people behin in turn look away to their behind.

I think you can make a music video using this scenario. At first, people doing this turning their heads around thing naturally and eventually synchronizing to the music and start dancing.

I asked myself: Would I rather be made of clay or glass? Glass would be pretty but fragile; clay would be kinda stinky but I can change the ways I look and can stand more impact.

Hmm…

I’ve blogged about a lot of nonsense matters. My only fear in continuing blogs is that someday, I might write about the same idea I’ve already addressed once…maybe I already have..

One of the ways to mark lab mice is to punch their ears. #1 would have a hole on the right, #2 would be one on the left, etc etc.

I’m not the biggest fan of animal experiments. I think these should be done as humanely as possible and only when absolutely necessary. I thought punching the ears would be like piercing our ears and thought that wouldn’t be too bad. However, I saw mice squirming their faces as their ears get punched (not by me) today. It occurred to me then that if 1/10 of my ears get punched, that would hurt like “a” hell (Mako likes to count hells).

If this procedure is necessary, at least put them to sleep…

There are certain kinds of food that taste bad when not eating with the “correct” utensils. For example, having miso-soup with a fork or a spoon. Or eating Manacotti with a tea spoon. These utensils do work except I don’t get as much joy from eating these foods…

Eating yogurt with a small coffee/tea spoon enhances the flavour for me though.

When I biol noodles/pasta, I sometimes put a lid on the pan without any vent space. As a result, the water boils out, so I usually let it vent. When I take away the lid to see how the noodles are doing, they quickly hide all the bubbles they were making to boil the water out of the pan. I feel like I’m checking on little kids who are planning some trouble in secret and pretend nothing is happening when mom sticks her head in their rooms.

I didn’t know the true meaning/origin of the golden rule and after I looked it up and learned it, I asked Mako, “Could you please sleep on my right side because I like to sleep on your right side…” Mako told me I didn’t understand the Golden Rule at all…

Maybe I’ll ask him to sleep on my left side next time.

I hate these first couple seconds of cold water time in a shower. I usually flatten myself against the wall under the shower head until the water gets warm.

I also hate it when I jump into the lukewarm shower thinking it’s going to get nukewarm and find out the water doesn’t get warm for like half an hour.

What’s the evolutional benefit/meaning of shedding tears when being sad?