Author: mika

I wonder if the concept of ichigo-ichie can be truly understood only retrospectively. If so, how frustrating!

You shouldn’t have taught me in practice but let me practice the concept, my dear friend.

Every time I use an apricot flavor toothpaste, I think for a second that I forgot to wash my armpits.

A common solution to streets where only one car could pass through is to make it into a one-way street. I suggest we make a two-way bike only street.

Questions not to ask in a course evaluation survey for “repeat” courses:

Would you recommend this course to other students? Would you take this course again?

What’s it like to be the last native speaker alive?

My strategy for choosing a backpack: highest number of clever pockets per dollar spent.

A dead bivalve foot massage on thin-sole shoes: highly recommended.

I like reading in a bathtub. Buoyancy is not required.

I like wading.

But. Waves always come just when the sand settles down and I can almost see the creatures under water. It makes me feel like someone is intentionally causing waves at these intervals and I really wan to ask that person to stop.

So frustrating.

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.

My computer’s ability to control volumes in a non-predictive manner prevents me from exploring the web in class.

Thank you, Ubuntu.

If my digestive tract were transparent, would I be more conscious about what I eat?

I would certainly not be able to sneat his green tea ice cream.