Hacker people often suffer from typing injury, namely carpal tunnel syndrome. I’ve heard a non-hacker person saying “that’s so geeky!”

Unfortunately, I suffer from what I think is an even nerdier occupational injury – pipetting injury. My thumb gets swollen and looks like it’s about to have a blister after pipetting up and down thousands of times a day..ouii.

Fatty acid transporters are FAT.

When I write this, I feel like I’m exaggerating their body shapes by capitalizing “fat” but I’m not. It’s just the abbreviation used commonly in science.

I got a Japanese chess board and pieces for a dollar a couple weeks ago.

I was reading the how-to that came with the game. It showed one basic rule and the rule was only partially explained.

I guess one (almost) rule for a dollar is still quite cheap but I wonder if I have to buy several of the same game sets with different rules to learn how the game works…

Today, I feel radiolabeled.

With what kind you ask? Tritium. If somebody could measure my body’s radioactivity, the person may find my fats glowing (not really).

I don’t think I spilt any on myself but this is how I feel when I handle small invisible matters like tritium..

Another movie idea.

I want to make a movie where there are aliens who are very senstive to the aura humans emit when they are using their brains really hard (this shouldn’t be the main story but just as a side character or something). So, when they are flying on the UFO above the MCAT center, they start melting or other bad things happen to them while, when they are near me soaking my organs with Blue Hawaii, they are quite safe.

These aliens should be either from Planet Party or Planet Repetitive Works. When they want to die with another person (like a romantic tragedy), all they need to do is to use brain like doing lots of calculus problems. Math book would be very poisonous.

I was distracted by this today when I was challenged with brain-requiring tasks..

I don’t mind writing about my past ideas on future blog dates but I do mind applying past dates to ideas occurred in future to those particular dates.

Cranberry juice + mozzarella cheese = not too great .

I feel like I make myself believe that a laundry machine is a blackbox. Once I put in all my dirty clothes and detergent in the machine, it somehow makes them clean and kills all the germs (at least, that’s what the detergent/washing machine companies claim..). I wonder though if it really cleans things that well – when I wash my underwear (or facial towel) with my dirty socks, the dissolved sock germs soak into the underwear and vice versa. Does rinsing it twice extract all these germs out of the clothes?

As an OCD person, I think I can stay happier to believe that a laundry machine is a blackbox.

When I bury the floating artificial seaweek that my Betta-Max (fish) digs out occcasioally, I use a plastic fork because it works well. Betta-Max likes to play around the fork while I’m fixing the seaweed.

My fish is so naive that he doesn’t know what a Japanese + a fork + a fish usually equals to in outside world.

Campo de montalban is a disguised creature. It’s not a cheese; it’s a fish that has really creamy and tasty flesh.

At least, that’s how I feel when I look at its skin.

Recently, I’ve read an article saying that everything on our face is duplicated, including mouth. I imagined myself having two separate mouths. That would be an interesting situation since you can do things like having wine in one mouth and cheese in the other and enjoying the mixed taste without having cheese soaked in the wine. Or you can brush teeth in one of the mouths while eating food in the other. You might be able to whisper better with only one mouth open.

It seems like there are lots of benefits. I wonder what the evolutionary reason for having just one mouth while duplicating many of the other parts.

The tax form we have to fill out on an airplane is a strange thing. Other than the fact that they seem to be extremely concerned about snail exposure but not slug or any other specific species, I noticed today that they are not at all worried about what comes out of the body and is left in the country. When they ask if I have fresh veggies and fruits, I mumble in my mind “in my tummy, yes. A bunch.” I probably will drop a couple seeds in this country just like all the other travelers but that’s a huge fact everyone chooses to ignore since if they start checking that..it would just add another headache to travelers (and the examiners).

I came up with a great idea for getting attention of a stranger you fall in love at a first sight. If the stranger is in a car, you hit the car on purpose! That would become a movie-like story if it goes well; if it doesn’t, it would become one of your worst experiences.

Loving someone can be pretty risky.

I come up with the best blog ideas most often when I don’t have a paper and a pen to write them down.

Of course, I may just think that way because I can’t remember the ideas later on in such situations…

Japanese trains and subways are pretty clean. I like them except when people who just finished working come into my part of the train. Their suit jackets smell really bad; some from cigarrettes but also from something else. I’m not quite sure what it is but I feel like it stinks like sweat from stress and dries up the back of my nostrils and throat. It smells depressing…

It makes me a little sad not being able to quickly see which toys are more fun for little kids. I wish I remembered why and how these toys looked so exciting and kept my attention. All I remember is myself thinking as a young child that I would never forget such feelings even when I become an adult.

I often hear other people complaing about how dusty their houses get within a day after they vacuum. They say “look how dusty the floor is!” and I see nothing but a clean, shiny floor.

But then, I’ve been noticing how quickly my apartment gets dusty. I wonder if this was because my place really is dusty (very likey..) or if people gain a capacity to detect dust better when they own the places…

I love restaurants that make salad with decent (bite) size lettuce pieces. When the pieces are too big, I have to either open my mouth to the maximum width or let half the piece hang outside my mouth until my mouth is ready to chew the rest. It is such a subtle thing but it slightly annoys me every time I have to do that. Also, when I let the lettuce hang from my lips, the dressing drips to my chin and other places, which is even more annoying.

I should make a list of restaurants that can make proper salad for small-medium size mouth owners.

When I find exact answers being asked on a take-home exam on google, I don’t feel like closing the window for a looong time..I feel like I just caught a previous piece of treasure.

Treasure hunting on Google. That’s the kind of treasure adventure I can afford.