Hospitals should use more colorful threads for suturing people.

I would have loved to see pink, yellow, green, blue and purple threads for the five stitches I had on my hand.

A pile of black-eyed beans makes me panic.

Is there such a thing as a goat baby industry?

Wonder if goat milk is more ‘vegetarian’ than cow milk…

Birds do not, cannot, and will not say ‘r’.

They do, can, and will continue to say piyo piyo.

I close my eyes. I’m now inside Alvin:

I see tripodfish. Tens of thousands of them, all anchored firmly to the sand beneath them, facing against the current, waiting for the prey to flow into their mouths.

All strapped with tiny, super-high-tech video cameras on their backs, becoming the eyes for the deep sea biologists who reside miles above, feeding the curious beings with what, to them, is just ordinary, mundane sceneries.

And all this happens as they quietly wait for the plankton to swim through their bodies.

I love tripodfish.

Being a living proof is a strange feeling.

I didn’t know that the cores of plum pits are poisonous until fifteen years after I started eating them for good health.

The power of ignorance.