Looking up words in dictionaries is not as much fun as reading dictionaries.

Not always digital items win the war.

Things left on empty seats on public transporation — they try to save the seat for someone by staring at other passengers with a telepathic message “It’s t-a-k-e-n”.

And that special someone is usually not me.

I was chased by a scary, pale, female ghost last night. We were both running very very hard but then she said, “wait wait. I’m anemic. I can’t keep running so fast.” I thought, “Oh ok. I should wait for her.” It happened three times and every time I stopped until she was ok.

Silly.

I was born with a hole in my heart; today, the hole was filled.

And it will stay that way forever.

Lame. I thought \ was a piece of cheese I spilt on the keyboard and tried to pick it up to eat.

Made me sad because 1) I got excited for nothing and 2) it’s kind of lame to try to eat a piece of cheese with the size of \.

Why does it feel easier to build a trusting relationship with living things that don’t speak languages like dogs and dolpins than humans?

Well, there are sharks and ligers who are very difficult to trust and be trusted by, so I guess it’s not really the language problem..

A long wait for buses becomes more entertaining when there is a little bright green worm hanging from a cherry blossom tree, eventually reaching a pretty girl’s pants, attaching itself to the edge of the pants and slowly crawling over the edge into the inside of the pants.

Wonder if she ever noticed. Wonder if I should have told her.

When I sign my name in English, I just let my pen run up and down while sliding my wrist sideways enough times so that I can say my whole name spending half a second on each syllables. When I feel like it, I add a few dots and dashes here and there afterwards.

Where do all the partially used hotel-soap/shampoo/conditioner go? Do they at least reuse the bottles I hope?

May I suggest that “pigeon” is a derogatory term for “dove”.

For a second, I thought this is a good way to deceive myself to believe that I’m always young; moving the decimal point up every time my age gains another digit (ie I’m 2.4 years old now).

I don’t like this idea any more because I don’t think I like telling other people that I’m only 2 or 3 for decades.

Whenever I get DNA sequencing results, I feel like I’m opening up my report cards..

…he loves me..he loves me not…he loves me! Again!

I use cherry blossoms (simple ones) when I want to fortune-tell my romantic future; they always tell me ‘he shall love you’.

It occurred to me that my new home may be much smaller than my old house. It’s been a few days since I crawled around exploring this new place and now I feel like I’ve been going around in a small circle over and over.

Says the water snail in Betta-Max’s mansion.

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Wonder if/how a snail can notice about the size of his house…wonder if I should apply for the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.

I’m always amazed by how well people can communicate when they beep at other cars and people. Beeping is only one tone/car type yet people are so expressive!

I wonder if there is a way of placing alphabets on the numeral keys differently on cell phones to maximally prevent text messsaging errors.. and I wonder how hard it would be to solve that problem.

/me summons a mathematician.

A wrong response (in my opinion) to hearing your new friend’s name:

“Oh Mika! My neighbor has a dog whose name is Mika”

How am I supposed to repond to that?

What if there is a lion in an elevator that’s about to open front of me?

What if?

I have friends whose names/nicknames are confusing like maalox, mako, micah, and mika. When I see them all at the same time, I sometimes stop for a few seconds after saying ‘m’, waiting for tab completion. When I realize that I actually have to think and choose, it feels like too much work.

It’s sleazy outside.

For some reason, I always confuse ‘sleet’ and ‘sleaze’. Sleazy sounds more fitting for icy rain.