The meatiest thing I eat as a vegetarian; beefsteak plant. In the fall, the plant hangs slices of beefsteak on its arms…put some cheese on and fry them.

Mmm..yummy…

There is a huge light switch (2m wide 4m high) somewhere in each building that requires 4-5 strong people to bring it up once it gets turned off.

That’s what I think of when I hear that big ‘thump’ sound and feel the small vibration of the building as the lights come back after a power outage,

It’s really none of my business but…

I often see very VERY neat people having handkerchiefs – I just learned how to spell this word for the first time! – that they use for blowing their noses. After they blow their noses, the handkerchiefs of course go back into their pockets. It’s really really none of my business but..I get worried about what is going to happen with those handkerchiefs. Are they going to be used to dry their hands before meals? Or to wipe their mouths after meals? OR to be washed with other clothes?

Using handkerchiefs are probably more ecological than kleenex but still…panties washed in rehydrated mucous…I’m worried.

I like how people tilt their heads to kiss their partners. It’s cute and warm.

It seems less romantic, however, when I remember that they do so in order to avoid a nose crash. That’s too realistic.

I wonder if people’d end their relationships if their significant others turn into animals like a leopard one morning – just the appearance. If they’re the same in every other way except the appearance, would they still break up? I don’t mean this to be a philosophical question or a metaphor but I’m just asking from a practical standpoint.

What if they become hippopotamus? Python? Would that be more of a problem? Where do people draw lines?

When I cut through a kiwi, I feel like there should be a big pit in the middle, like plums and avocados but instead, I can cut through very smoothly.

I guess that’s good but it’s weird.

I got some zits that are aligned in such a way that they make me look like I have mustouch – or even worse, a thin line of mustouch at the border between the mustouch and cheek regions that was accidentally left unshaven. I don’t just look like a manly girl. I look like an untidy manly girl.

Frown.

All the sculpted faces I’ve seen on theater wals have very stern expressions. Why can’t they be a bit more smily?

What is it like to have names that are actually used in daily conversations like Tall and White?

I’ve learned to pay special attention whenever I hear a word “mika” whether it’s referring to me or somebody else. If mika was a word for wash, I wonder if I’d act differently or maybe feel more popular…Let’s mika the puppies, can you mika the tomatoes, I really need to mika my feet. Or would I learn to distinguish my name Mika from a verb mika subconsciously?

Betta-Max’s life is full of dramas.

His first girlfriend died before they could begin their new life together. In fact, he lost his fiance within 24 hours of falling in love with her.

Makes me sad…

Betta-Max eats until he throws up. And after he throws up, he starts eating again.

He got a girlfriend.

I can’t cross streets when earphones are stuck in both of my ears.

Vegetables and fruits are whimsical things.

When I eat a delicious peach and tell others that the peach is delicious and offer another one to them, often times that particular peach I offer turns out to be really flavorless. People eat it, then comes the slience. Then usually comes ‘hm’ by the eaters. Then comes another uncomfortable silence. Then comes a scream in my head.

Anyways, the peach I ate yesterday really was delicious.

People should be nice to a birthday girl/boy. Especially if it’s > the age the person considers to be ‘young’ because the b-day girl or boy needs to heal from the freshly made wound in her/his heart…

Drinking half gallon of milk just before you get on a bus is really not a good idea.

I just wanted to clean up the fridge without wasting too much stuff…

I always wonder if I should add my first and last names to the editor dictionaries. It’s an uncomfortable feeling to be warned about the spelling every time I type in my name.

When I do add my name to the dictionary though, I feel better to do it on somebody else’s computer…without telling the owner. It makes me feel like a VIP. A misbehaving VIP.

Singing

Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Bah bah black sheep have you any wool
Yes sir yes sir what you are

Wait

My name is not that uncommon but I don’t have a friend who has extactly the same name. I wonder what it feels like to call somebody with my own name..,

A fine use of somebody else’s tail.