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.

Making a cute fox shaped key holder from fox fur. Something is wrong with that picture.

I think the trick to succeeding in burglary is to be really really really good looking (just like Ben Stiller in Zoolander). I feel like that’d make many people hesitate when they find the burglar if he/she is super beautiful and polite and confident whereas scrubby, not so clean burglars would just make them run to the telephone right away.

On the way to the airport, people were staring at my face and I felt a bit uncomfortable. Then I remembered that I was wearing my glasses. They’ve got many of the gummy bear colors and often draw people’s attention.

Just by realizing what’s actually happening, smirk becomes friendly smile and hostile stare becomes curious faces. It makes me think that I shouldn’t interprete people’s expression so quickly.

I’ve seen Japanese commercials where they show “loving” cow/pig farmers. How do they manage to do that though? After naming the pigs, feeding them good food, making sure they don’t get sick, telling them how great they look (optional), and making friendship with them, you have to send them to a slaughter house.

I mean it’s better to provide a good life while the pigs are alive but still I feel like if I were such a farmer, I’d need two separate brains to put in my head every morning (one for loving and caring about them, one for thinking about how yummy their meat is). hmm..how do these farmers do that with one brain?

I wonder if people can tell me looking at the reflection of myself on glass from me looking what’s behind the glass. Of course, if I’m fixing my hair or doing something that suggests my use of glass as a mirror, it’s easy: but can they tell when I’m just staring at myself or the stuff behind the glass?