My roommate put shiny gel on my hands. I think it looks the prettiest when it’s in a bottle. It looks a bit like chicken pox on my hands..

My African Music teacher can be super unreasonable. By now, we got used to it but at the beginning of the semester, all the students were very frustrated with him. THEN. One day, he said “oh by the way, you can eat anything during the class except for citruses. I’m very very allergic to them.” At that point, I could feel EVERYONE in the class grinning in their mind and thinking “hm.. maybe i should have a bite of an orange before I talk to him…”

I’m not allergic to anything. I’m invincible, so don’t even think about it.

I want a honeydew bubble tea right now.

I wonder how snails are feeling when they’re changing their shells. Maybe they are embarrassed about being naked. Maybe that’s why I’ve never seen them taking their clothes off.

I’ve once broken one snail’s shell by accident though… I hope that snail found a better one soon.

My tongue looks very lacy when I wake up in the morning. Why?

I was in the bio lab for 5 hours today. I was doing one experiment and all the steps were essential for the next steps. At the end, I got this agar block that was supposed to show whether the experiment went well or not. I tried to transfer the agar onto another table, so that I could see the lines in the agar under the UV light., and then, I DROPPED it. Not only the agar slipped off my hands, it slided towards the edge of a table and fell off. I caught the agar by pushing it against the side of the table with my thigh but I could feel this warm agar being broken into halves on my leg…It had been 4 hours since I started the experiment, and I just felt so desperate. Of course, my professor came into the lab right then and I had to shidoro modoro explain what was going on.. This is what happens when I use agar for purposes other than eating.

I showed my clown miniature to my japanese friends and they immediately got goose bumps. Clowns really aren’t popular among japanese people. If US is thinking about attacking Japan again (or was it us who started the war last time?), the soldiers should dress up like clowns.

My roommate has a pet in my room. We named it Chitlin. Chitlin changes its color all the time. We love it..

If I ever open my own photo studio, I want to take pictures of couples who want to get artsy naked pics of themselves. I don’t want to take pictures of them making out like snakes or squirrels. No porn porn pictures. I’m sure that more than half of the people reading this blog lost their interest at this point but think about it. Here I am standing as a professional photographer and uh…. two people started making out right in front of me in bright bright light, pretending to be be great porn stars… makes me feel like I have to leave them alone. So, no.

My mouth smell like an ocean.

If anybody wants to see a very beautiful corpus picture, look at the Ralph Lauren ad on the back of Cosmopolitan. It’s supposed to be a picture of Penelope Cruz looking over her shoulder but she looks like somebody just snapped her neck. It reminds me too much of a chicken that is to be cooked.
It’s a still gorgeous picture though.

I went to Jim Brickman’s concert today. It was the theater’s grand opening day, so they tried to use all the special equipments there. One of them was these 10 stage lights that can turn around 360 degrees. Then, they came up with this awful idea, which was “Let’s have all the lights shine at the audience”. They did it so often that my eye nerves were constantly stimulated even after the lights were turned off.

Jim, we need to work on the performance manner. Also, I need to ask you what kinda make-ups you use to make yourself look way more handsome and taller in CD cover pictures than your true self.

Sharks really don’t look smart when we look at them from the tummy side. Their mouths are always loosely open and their eyes make the sharks look like they’re daydreaming. And they don’t have eyebrows that might have made them look smarter. They look most powerful when they’re just showing their fins.

As a percussionist, I had the worst experience today. I think this will remain to be the worst for a long time. I accidentally knocked a soft cymbal down. Luckly, it wasn’t during the pracitce, but because I was in a very small practice room, this insanely loud crash echoed and echoed and echoed… Unless you experience it, you just can’t understand what it feels like. It is NOT recommended for people like Yumcax. You’d never be able to fix your ear drums… Let Maalox try first.

When I was little, I used to college BB gun’s bullets (balls?) with my friends. They were everywhere in the parking lot outside of my apartment. I don’t know why there were so many of them. I have never seen anybody playing with the guns. I don’t actually know what they’re for either. Are they dangerous?
Anyways, the balls were very pretty. They came in all sorts of colors. When I was lucky, I got silver or gold balls although the first time I saw a silver one, I thought it looked grey but my friends convinced me that it was silver. My friends and I kept hundreds of them in our pencil case… good old days.

Musicologists get all excited about these “mysterious” chords that sound so out of place and talk about why the composers chose those chords. I was thinking, ‘what if they really were the composers’ mistakes?’ If it is, the composers must be blushing up in the heaven every time somebody plays or discusses their “wrong” chords..

There are many things that I don’t understand but there are few things that I don’t want to undestand. Eating your husband after sex is one of them. I don’t know what the technical term for this is but that’s just wrong! And I don’t wanna understand what these couples are thinking AT ALL.

I told Mako about how helpful EMT-Bs can be (not much) a couple month ago. We are basically O2 givers. We don’t exactly know why we give oxygens to every single one of the patients but we just do.
So, anyways, Mako happened to witness this “just give some oxygen” moment a couple weeks ago. As he asked why they gave O2, the EMTs could only give vague answers and he knew exactly what was going on in their mind: ‘because it’s the answer to all the problems we don’t understand..’

The elevator in the Humanities building is so slow. It’s so slow that sometimes I forget which floor I am going to. I usually go up to the 3rd floor to use the computers there. If somebody gets on the elevator on 2nd floor, as soon as the door opens, I walk out and start walking towards where the computer room should be. When I realize that I’m not finding what I want, 1: I usually can’t remember why I’m in the building, 2: when I do remember that I wanted to go to the computer room, I feel like the world is trying to trick me. It takes about 2 minutes to realize what is going on, and so far, this confusion has happened every time I get off at 2nd floor by mistake. When I feel that the world is trying to trick me, I think of a japanese monster that can move any objects, from houses to telephone poles, at night. He does it so smoothly that people wouldn’t notice his activities. That’s why people sometimes say things like “oh, I thought this street was a couple blocks away from here.. that’s strange. I thought I knew this place well..” This monster is a nice one though. It moves things to help the people who’re in trouble.

Anyways, the elevator in this building is tooo slow.

When somebody raises the hand and the teacher doesn’t notice for a while, it makes me worried. I keep looking at the person and the teacher and try to send messages to the teacher. If the person gives up and just shakes his/her head, that puts me in despair. It happens every time i notice these people.

It’s really a bad idea to work in a lab when I am hungry. I would see all these agar dessert that are basically contaminated with different types of E-Coli. It makes me go “yumm..”

Bad idea.