If I were full moon phobic, I’ll fly on an airplane across the world on a full moon day , so that the moon won’t change me into a carrot or something like that. I wonder if that would really work…

Say heaven does exist. It must be a lot of fun to meet people from the past but people who were said to be the greatest **** (like Cleopatra as the most beautiful woman) may be feeling a little pressured. Everyone will see those greatest of all after they die and I’m sure that some people would say “Ha! He’s stupider than I am!” or “She’s the most beautiful woman?? My dog’s better than she is!”
Yeah. It’s sometimes good to be normal.

I like having a busy schedule on Wednesdays. I don’t like being busy on Thursdays though. I can’t stand it. Wednesday is like morning or mid-afternoon and Thursday is like dawn. Busy dawn is depressing. Everyone should relax before the sun rises.

I had some Korean cold noodles. They were very very spicy. Eating too much spicy food makes me mad because I feel like I’m challenged by the food and I
usually can’t finish eating them.. and I don’t like feeling like a loser.

I’m not a loser.. right?

When the sky is looking grumpy during the day, I don’t like opening the curtain or blind. I would rather decieve myself that it’s a night time. When somebody’s grumpy, people usually don’t like being around that person but when the sky is grumpy, you can’t escape from it unless you stay inside or close your eyes all day.
If the sky is extremely grumpy and dark, that’s another thing. I like seeing thunders and a mad amount of rain drops in a dark sky during the day.

Mixing apple juice with milk doesn’t taste too good.

Somebody invented a thing called automatic stapler. Well, I don’t know if that’s really called automatic stapler but you know what I mean. Those staplers scare me. My hand trembles as I put the paper into the stapler mouth and when it staples, I flinch. It’s very embarrassing to look so timid when there is a long line behind me.

I had a very embarrassing moment at the symphonic band practice today… not telling you what it was though!

I’ve got a problem.
I’m doing a percussionist in a symphonic band but I realized that I didn’t like hitting anything. Every time I hit the drums, I apologize to the instruments in my mind…
I’ve got a problem.

I’m pretty picky about bathroom atomosphere. I’ll talk about my favorite kinds of public bathroom some other time but today, I want to talk about an annoying bathroom at the campus center.
It’s a very new bathroom that looks very clean and even has coconut-scented soaps. It’s never filled with girlie girls and it’s really nice EXCEPT it has this super sensitive hand dryer. It gets turned on when there is some subtle air movement in the bathroom and stops a second afterwards. Every time somebody comes into the bathroom, the dryer goes “Bwoah..” That’s been annoying me enough but today, when I used it, even though nobody was coming in, the hand dryer got turned on at an irregular interval (every 2-4 seconds). I ran up to it because I was annoyed and I wanted to annoy the dryer but then, it stopped turning itself on!
Yeah.. I was scared…

In Japan, we say “Itadakimasu” before we eat and “Gochisosama” (literally means great meal) after we eat. Also, when somebody treats you for dinner or something, you say “Gochisosama ni narimashita.” Sometimes, young people abbreviate Gochisosama to Gochi and say “Gochi ni narimashita.” Whenever I hear Goatse, it reminds me of Gochi and.. yeah. It’s gross.

Today’s blog is dedicated to Maalox.

I made japanese pancakes for the open house at Japan house. They smelled like half dried towels…

Last year, I had two beds. One for napping and the other for the night sleep. I usually take a shower at night. Going to sleep at night was almost like a ritual for me. I wanted my nighty bed to be clean and fresh. I also like napping but I didn’t want to take a shower in the afternoon and at night again, so I made this ‘ok for germs and fungus’ bed fo napping.
Now, you can probably see how much love I put in this sleeping buisness but over the last winder break, something horrible happened. When I came back from the break, I saw a couple brown dots on my nighty bed. When I took a closer look, I figured that those were mice poops! I almost fainted. I imagined hundreds of mice dancing on my nighty bed, eating cheese, and… yeah. I stopped worrying about my bed too much then. I had to..

One time, I fell asleep on a couch and woke up a couple minutes afterwards, asking Mako what he was doing. He seemed puzzled by the question, so I asked again, this time slightly louder. He seemed more confused and I got annoyed because I was thinking “what’s so hard about my question?” Then, I realized I was talking to him in Japanese.

Sometimes, I confuse people and get annoyed by them for being so slow.

Last week, my japanese friend asked me if our mutual japanese friend’s name was spelled in Japanese with tenten (=double dot) added to ‘tsu’ or ‘su’ (Both pronounced as Zu). I was reading something in English and I told her that it was spelled with tenten on Z, the alphabet Z. She seemed puzzled, so I repeated my answer, even saying tenten on “Zet” to make it clear. There was a moment of silence and she said, “Did you say tenten on *Z*?” She’s got a lifetime to tease me on this. Cho dasai..

Yeah, my brain is as messy as my room…

I eat salad a lot. I usually put Italian dressing on my salad but today, I couldn’t decide whether I wanted French or Italian dressing. (French dressing used to be my “favorite”) Then, I looked up and saw this guy whose facial feature was very strong. Dark hair, dark brown eyes, dark facial hairs, very distinct and thick dark brown eyebrows. His face made me choose the Italian dressing. I don’t quite know why but that’s what my instinct told me to do.

My mouth feels like it gets pickled when I drink tea. I feel the wrinkly, a bit dry surface in my mouth and it makes me smile. I like it. Shiwa shiwaa… (wrinkling sound..)

One of the first classes I took in college was European Literature. On the first day of the class, the teacher came up with this icebreaker game where each person says the name and an adjective that starts with her/his own initial (i.e. mika meek). Then, the next person would say the names and adjective words of the people who spoke before him/her. There were about 40 people in the classroom and I was closer to the end. At that time, I didn’t know very many adjectives, so this game was really hard to begin with. Then, this adjective came out of this guy whose name was Alex: asinine. One, I had no idea what it meant. Two, I couldn’t catch the whole word. Fortunately AND unfortunately, there was one more person before me. I was hoping that she’d say the word clearly, so that I could hear what the word was BUT this girl could not say the word either. She said, “Alex, ass…” and stopped. Everyone laughed and that was alright. What was not alright was that I could NOT hear the whole word.

Now, it’s my turn.

I felt like my heart was beating 200 times per sec. I got too nervous to say that I could not remember, which I should have said, and instead, I tried to say the word and ended up saying “Alex, ass…”

Everyone went silent.

Poor me.. Now I think this was funny but at that time, I wanted to set the whole classroom on fire. Ah..

During my first year at Macalester, I became a vegetarian. The reason was not because I thought pigs were lovely. I wasn’t thinking about the ratio of the human population and the population of what we eat either. The reason was because there was always a long line. A long line in a cafeteria for meat lovers. I just couldn’t stant it. I don’t like waiting in a long line. Whether it’s the immigration desk or Disneyland’s rollar coaster or beef stew, a long line makes me feel like I’m trapped.

So, for a year, I only ate unpopular food: vegetables.

If I had wings, it’d be so much cheaper to fly back to Japan or anywhere. It’ll be probably free. I wonder if I still need to go through the immigration desks…

I like cracking my tailbone once in a while. I sit on a ground with my arms around my bent knees and put a slight pressure on my tailbone. ‘crack!’ says my tailbone and (x) goes ‘ah..”
It really feels good. I can’t crack my nuckles or necks but I can crack my tailbone (and my foot bones and thigh bones) and I get the same relief as other people would when they crack other parts of their bodies.

Off to a symphonic band practice.. and I have no idea what instrument I’m playing there.

I often see in movies dying people giving the last words to other people around them and they seem to know exactly when the death is coming. I’m kind of worried about this because I’m afraid that I will be in the same situation as when I say bye-bye to my friends right before the train door closes. Sometimes, the door doesn’t close for 5 or 6 secs after I hear the bell and say ‘good-bye, I’ll miss you’ for thousands of times and it’s really embarassing and uncomfortable. Knowing how wrong my assumption can be sometimes, I’m afraid that the same thing may happen when I die. I’d be like “Oh, what a wonderful life it was.. I love all of you and I will miss you forever.. here comes the angel” or something like that and then, the death doesn’t come for like 10 mins, way longer than everyone can keep producing the tears in such an uncomfortable atomosphere. As my friends and I always feel in the train situation, I wonder if other people and I would be like “come on, death.. just end this awkward situation.. please.”

Maybe I’ll just close my eyes and pretend to be dead before I die for real.

I don’t like a dot in a circle in a birght color. Whether it’s a big dot or small dot, or whether it’s red, orange, or pink, I don’t like it. I think Target brand mark is absolutely nasty and unacceptable. So, when I see hundreds of ‘a dot in a circle’ marks flying around in Target’s ads, I get my OCD tsunami attack. I feel like I must take the dots away from the circles and shape them into starts. Eggs on a frying pan used to bother me too, so I always poked the yolk to disturb the dotness.