I like looking really close at airplanes from their tummy side when they’re flying. It makes me feel proud for some reason and also feel like ticking them.

So, my bio teacher’s name is Mario. I really think the Super Mario’s Mario character was created, based on this guy’s features. He’s not chobby but is kinda short, kinda quick like a squirrel, has some mustache and doesn’t really blink much.
Anyways, today I noticed he was wearing a T-shirt that said “UCA CHEERLEADING”.

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The thought of this Italian Nintendo character being a cheerleader really distracted me from the class and that’s the only reason why I missed almost all questions on a quiz today.

Ahem.

I think I ovulated from my right ovary this month.

Yesterday was a once a year dating day for Altair and Vega. I’ve always thought that people are taking too much advantage of their happiness. I mean, sure they must be pretty happy but that doesn’t mean they have to read millions of wishes posted on bamboos. They’re busy doing something else!

Almost every time I get to the end of a page when I’m read a Japanese book, I feel that I HAVE TO memorize the last line in order to proceed to the next page. As a result, if I don’t remember even just one letter, I go back to the previous page. It’s really annoying and I wish I were a better memorizer..

Yesterday, I got a package from Japan. After I signed the recipient’s form, the postman held his hand out in front of me, saying “domo arigato” (thank you very much). I thought “oh.. how nice. He wants to shake hands with me.” So, I did but he then said “nonono, I just want my pen back!”

Ah..never ending embarrassing moments.

I opened a tea bottle that was in the box I sent from my school. It gave me this burp that just talked for all the bacteria that must have been living and making love and dying in my thick magic-bottle. Of course, I wasn’t too fascinated by the thought of such bacteria when I saw some two-month-old green tea leaves inside but nonetheless, I was impressed by the meaning of this burping for a while; at least until the extremely disturbing odor reached my lazy olfactory receptors..

I love Natto (fermented soy beans. Yum.). I can eat them for breakfast, lunch, snack, or dinner and I always enjoy the taste. The only time I did not enjoy the taste was when I threw up Natto. Stomach acid and Natto don’t go too well together..

I like bananas a lot but unless they’re peeled already, I usually don’t eat them. I always think about the baby flies sleeping happily in the skin, which makes me lose the appetite..

I talked about socks and me at night time a couple days ago. Another thing that I cannot keep on my body for a long time is nail polish. I feel like my nails are suffocated..

I feel as though some water fountains recycle the excess water. Sometimes, when the water touches my lips, it feels like a bit diluted saliva.. kinda nasty. I don’t like it.

I feel very very vulnerable when I take a shower with a mosquito flying around me. I’d probably feel pretty vulnerable too if some killer was around but at least, I know what his/her purpose is and that it’s ok to hurt the person but mosquitos are different. I can see its possible intention but nonetheless, it may be just resting in this humid environment. So, I feel hesitant about killing it but still it’s likely that it’ll bite me if it happens to land on any part of my body since mosquitos always choose to bite me when I’m in a group of people. If they had a magazine, my name would be definitely listed in the Top 10 Yummy People.

So anyways, my point was that I feel very very vulnerable when I take a shower with blood-sucking bugs around me.

Yumcax’s sister doesn’t like it when people stare or just glance at her toes. She tries to hide them with the other foot but unfortunately, that foot is usually bare as well, so she just panics. She’s really adorable.

Anyways, I heard that a tumor sometimes grows teeth and hairs as a result of mutation. It’d be really scary if I open up a patient’s abdomen and see a tumor smiling at me with its hair braided.

Yeah.

I feel like there would be less crimes if the speed of sound was faster than the speed of light. If you hear what’s coming before it shows up in front of you, maybe we could even do the Matrix trick (i.e. avoiding a bullet)!

Of course, that probably would require a high reflex, and so I would probably still get shot anyways…

Rocking chair and knitting are stereotypically associated with old people but I like this combination a lot.

I had a surreal moment today. I was walking across a street and saw a red car coming towards me. Everything seemed normal at that point. Hot sunny day, people talking on the phone, sipping a cup of coffeee, some pretty girl driving the car and singing to the car BGM.. but then, I saw two parakeets on top of her head. At first, I thought they were a part of a hat but she wasn’t wearing a hat. Just two live birds walking/resting on top of a girl’s head. Nobody else who saw the car seemed to care but I had to stop and reorganize my thoughts in the middle of the street.

Yeah, trivial things easily catch my attention while more important things hardly ever do..

In the 60s or 50s, Japan had a very strong female volleyball team. Somebody told me that every time the players tried to catch the ball, they did somersault beforehand. Whenever I do somersault, I sort of lose a sense of direction and have to look around for a couple secs to orient myself, so I feel like that’d a very inefficient way of catching a ball…is it just me?

The kanji for white radish is spelled “Big Root”. There are several ways to read that word but only one way is correct: daikon. When I was in the third grade, I was doing my kanji notebook and came across this word. It was marked as a difficult kanji but most Japanese kids read it right. I thought about it for a looong time and read it with all my confidence; OONE.

Later I heard that all my brothers read it the same way as I did when they first saw that word. This was when I understood the concept of genetics for the first time..kinda sad.

The “spice” : the Dune people = Humidity : me.

I can’t sleep with my socks on for the whole night.

As I peeled the skin of a potato, I thought about the figure w/o bone and flesh in “The Last Supper” by Michaelangelo. The person is supposed to be Michaelangelo himself.

A couple days after I saw the painting, I heard that there was a saint who actually got his skin torn off until he died. I think that’s one of the worst torture I’ve ever heard and can’t believe that anybody could actually execute such a torture.

Maybe that’s why I don’t like sticking my hands into a bag full of potatoes with lots of sprouts. It silently but definitely reminds me that they are alive and makes me feel awful peeling off their skin..