The best umbrella I’ve ever seen is a transparent umbrella that makes you look like a jelly fish. It covers down to the biceps, so you can avoid the rain from hitting your face when it’s windy and also prevent the umbrella from flipping and moving you around uncontrollably.

It was raindy today.

Somtimes, when I step on a stranger’s shadow, I feel really guilty. Especially when I step on their head or chest shadow…

It’d be fun if I could tickle people through their shadow though.

If I ever have to run away in the ocean, I hope I’d be as elegant as a coconut octopus.

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I tend to like animals whose sitting poses are cute, like panda bear, puppies, hedgehogs, littel kids..

http://www.midtennpc.com/Jim/temp/dc/bear.jpg

When I see ants moving quickly to their destinations/home, I’m always tempted to erase some of their pheromone (?) on their path or peel parts of the floor/wall and reconstruct the pathway.. I’ve found rubbing off the pathway by fingers doesn’t work that well. Water works a bit better but alcohol is the worst for ants.

I really shouldn’t do these..

Green tea tastes fishy when it’s lukewarm but not when it’s really hot or cold.

I’m not complaining either way.

Weak wireless cards blink at me, saying: “your FAT thighs are in my way..”

How rude..

I wear either glasses or contact lenses almost all day. When other people wear my glasses, their face almost always shows this painful expression as if they are about to throw up.

I tried walking outside without either of them. I got sleepy because I usually take off my glasses right before I go to bed. I tried to overcome the sleepiness and “see” the world through just my own lenses. I noticed one thing; I felt like I was actually in reality. It seemed like I could feel everything breathe and move around me even though i couldn’t see. I felt their presence a lot closer than usual.

I’ve been wondering why and I think I know why. It’s because when I don’t have my glasses, the only way I can see things clearly is through screens – If I get close to a camera screen or a computer screen, I can see things that are far away even though in reality, they are blurry. I see things clearly only when there is something between the scene and me.

I feel like Japanese monks are pyromania. They love setting big things like temples and mountains on fire on festival occasions.

http://www.asahi.com/national/update/0301/034.html

This should come with a headline “a 1000 year old temple caught on fire and burnt to ash” but instead, they talk about this spectacular spring festival.

I like digging out a good piece of cheese from a basket full of irregularly cut cheese pieces. I just ate some brie and realized that that piece was exactly $4.00.

It made me decide that from now on I would try to get cheese pieces that are either $X.00 (or $x.xx). It’s a bit fun to imagine the cutter person’s momental, probably random judgement leading to something exact in another sense.

People sometimes get into trouble when they go home without realizing the lipstick marks their “friends” gave them are left on wherever the lips touched (like cheeks).

I thought of a way to trick somebody. A person can put lots of hot chill peppers on his/her lips and then give a kiss – long enough so that the kiss can cause a hot pepper reaction on their cheeks. That way, even without lipsticks and even with face washing, the kiss still remains.

That’s the kind of a mean person I would like in my movie.

There are two dramatic days in a year – once in june and once in december. On those days, either the darkness or brighness of the sky reaches its peak. I like them both. I like the 3-4 weeks before each of these days.

What I don’t like is the weeks after these days. I feel like the pary is over and now everything is returning to “normal”.. now the day is getting longer and longer and people seem to be happier and I will join the crowd in several months but for now, I feel disappointed.

I used to think I didn’t like roaches because they were pathogen-carriers. But even after I realized that that hasn’t really been proven, I still didn’t become a fan of roaches.

I think the real reason why I don’t like roaches is because they surprise me – I don’t do well with unexpected events and unfortunately, almost every time I see roaches, the encounter occurs unexpectedly.

Only if the roaches could say “hello there” before they appear…

The onomatopoeia for sneezing in Japanese is hakusyon (haa-koo-sho-n). In English, it’s achu or waafoo (sp?).

I wonder how many people form their sneezing sounds according to their culture’s linguistic interpretation of sneeze. Roosters make the same noise whether we humans interprete it as “kokekokko-” or “cockadoodledo”. But I feel like my and my brothers’ sneeze sound more like “hakusyon” while Mako’s and his brothers’ sound like “waaafoo”.

When I take care of my cells on plates, I feel like I’m taking care of my babies. Feeding them nutricious foods, checking their daily growth, keeping them warm…Since I can’t have babies right now, this is a great way to release my estrogenic build-up.

I’m hesitant to eat fish and other sea creatures at a restaurant when they come from the tanks. When see those fish “spacing” back and forth in a small tank over and over, I feel like they are prisoners that are hoping to escape into the ocean someday..but that dream would probably never come true.

Of course I’m being hypocritical since I eat fish and other creatures from farms.

Most buildings that have flat roofs have square bumps on top. If my thumb is big enough to press these bump buttons, I think these building would shoot up to the sky.

I wonder if there is fetishism for pouring water into nukewarm oil. I don’t even like a tiny drop going into hot oil but some people may find it exciting just like there are pyromanic people while I really don’t like playing with fire.

Maybe I just interprete fetishism wrong. I think of it as something that sits on a plate on a scale to balance the other plate that contains phobia towards the same matter.

But then, I’ve never heard of pantyhosephobia, so I’m probably wrong.

Cars buried in snow that are trying to get out of their spots sound like trapped dinosaurs.