If you remove lens from salamander’s eyes, they’ll regenerate. That seems more advanced that human eyes..

So, I’ve started kickboxing recently. I really like it but one thing I hate about it is that whenever we pair up and kick each other, it stimulates my competitiveness and I feel like “OUCH.. you KICKED me! Alright.. I’ll kick you back HARDER.” and i forget that this is just for fun..

To make things worse, yumcax’s brother told me to “kill them all and bring back the heads!”…

When you are sick or sleep deprived, I recommend not to engage in tough activities like counting a number of abnormal sea urchin embryos underneath a cmpd microscope. I felt like I was having a really bad sea sick.

As I was walking back from the lab, I felt a pain in my right fellopian tube region. It made me feel weird that the same thing I saw underneath the microscope with C Elegans is happening right inside of my tummy. Unfortunately AND fortunately, the things happening to my sea urhin eggs are not happening to me…

I don’t like seeing people make exactly two circles when a teacher tells them to make a couple circles around something. This symptom is commonly seen among the middle age women in my chorus group. grrrr.

I saw a part of the Michael Jackson interview yesterday. I felt like I was watching an independent film. I had seen and heard him only during his performances and the gap between the performer Michael and the man Michael seemed too big. It was almost surreal.

I just had a sugar cube that tasted like Root Beer. Awful.

Digital cameras are really useful. I use mine when I fix my eyebrows and I’m always amazed how equal my eyebrows look, which I can never see through the mirror.

I want to write a paper where I don’t bs at all. Every single paper I’ve written has at least one bs point…sigh. The one I’ve written recently was about Schoenberg and I was getting tired towards the end, so I started making up nonsense. I said, “…Other than the fish, there is only one lively creature, the piccolo bird in measure 251…” PICCOLO BIRD.

Today is Valentine’s day.

I was looking up the spelling for pianississimo, which means in a musical term very very softly, more softly than pianissimo, which is more softly than piano. I thought that would be soft enough but the list went on until it got to pianissississississimo.

I think that means ‘shut up’.

My hip hurts. I’ve been lifting weights lately and a couple days ago, I forgot how much I was supposed to put on the butt muscle training device. So, I put 30 lb and as soon as I started lifting, I knew that that was way too heavy. I should have stopped and changed the weights right then but I didn’t wanna look weak in front of all these football players, so I did it twelve times and walked out of the gym like that was nothing.. now, I can’t walk or even just stand for more than 2 mins.

So today, I had a happy attack during my church chorale practice. It was really bad. We were singing some requiem song. It’s a calm, quiet song and there was nothing to laugh about UNTIL we got to the part where we had to sing fac e as. It sounded like “f… and ass” with a hip hop accent. My friend and I just couldn’t hold ourselves and bursted into laughter while the other students and older people kept singing in this solemn mood.. Of course, we tried hard not to laugh out loud but two of us looked like we were having seizure..

Sadly enough, both of us went to catholic high schools in Japan..

When I was in 9th grade, I had to write a weekly response paper for the “religion” class. I thought that since it’s a “religion” class and not a must-become-catholic class, we didn’t need to always say something positive about that particular religion.

Anyways, around that time, this Japanese religious group decided that “ill-behaved” people should be punished, so they poured “sarin” on trains and several people died from it. The leader of that group got arrested eventually and now he’s going through the trial.
So, I made this argument in my paper that maybe believing every single detail in the Bible wasn’t such a good idea because who knows what really happened thoughsands of years ago? Maybe for some people back then, the Christianity looked like a fearful, strange group just like that Japanese religious group for us. My main point was that maybe what’s important for us is to look at the concepts behind the stories and to be critical about them, which I thought was a pretty compromising, non-offensive way of ending my essay; however, my teacher, who was super catholic, didn’t think so. She was more than furious and wrote me a comment, basically saying “what’s wrong with you?!”

I got a C in that class but that was the only class in high school where I felt proud of my grade.

I think it is interesting that Japan’s national sport is played solely by excessively overweight people. While people are so afraid of gaining 0.0001 kg themselves, we pay so much respect to these 400 kg wrestlers. It’s not like they are musculine big people but still, there’s something about their meat aprons that’s appealing to us..

I find bagpipes and cold very similar. They’re only fun to be with when you know you’re annoying somebody with them.

My nose gets really dry in MN. I wish my nose were moist like a dog’s nose but at the same time, I realize that they’d freeze up as soon as I get outside..

I like walking on the snow because of the sound that makes. And I hate it when I see people spit on the snow..

I got new pets. I’m growing sea urchins from a zygote stage. I’m gonna name the one I’ll keep ‘Puccini’. I heard that they’ll be swimming around for 30 days, starting tomorrow. I can hardly wait…

When I was little, I admired people whose nose often bleeded. I’ve never had a bloody nose but I used to constantly have a runny nose. I felt that noses with a bloody problem looked cooler than a mucus problem..

I have a mixed feeling about strawberries. I believe that many many people love strawberries and I wanna have that “strawberries! yumm..” feeling too when I see them but I can’t.. we are in a complicated relationship. I want to love them but they remind me too much of bad experiences.. in this case, shortcakes. One of the earliest memories in my life is throwing up strawberry shortcakes and how awful it felt. It was a whipping cream’s fault rather than the strawberry on top of it but still, when I encounter strawberries now, I get a mixed feeling. The sweet/sourness of those berries doesn’t help either. It reminds me of the taste of returning shortcakes effectively too..

I always have a nightmare when go back to sleep in the morning for the first time. I sort of enjoy having super unrealistic nightmares (such as being chased by walking sharks..).. and the feeling of accomplishment when I wake up from these nightmares.

I’m pretty competitive. I blame it on my early exposure to japanese chess. It’s a cool game but when you lose, you feel like killing youself.

Anyways, I just played an online shogi game and I won! I feel SO good. I’m invincible!