When I little, I read this book called “Grandma ‘Key'”. This grandma has a key for evey single lock that exists in this world. She goes into houses where there are sad, lonely kids whose parents don’t care about them and cheer them up.

Now when I come to think of it, it’s a great book for kids to learn how to be a nice theif.

When I was an elementary student, I read somewhere that if you shake a bottle as you pour the liquid out, it comes out more easily.

Ever since then, I shake my hip when I have to pee in hurry. Last night though, I straitened up my back as I sat on the toilet and I thought the flow was smoother. hmmm…

I washed my hands with lotion by mistake. I feel old.

The word for seaweed wrapper for sushi is nori in japanese. Nori also means glue.

Today, I was hungry but feeling unmotivated to make rice. So, I decided to eat one whole sheet of nori just by itself. I was typing my paper as I ate nori and for a while, I just let the nori hanging down from my mouth. Then, I tried to eat more and realized that the seaweek had “glued” onto my lips. I attempted to peel it off from my lips and as a result, I tore my lips. Ooouch..

I like cheesecakes. While good ones can be like an E for me, there are nothing else that makes me cry for anger like nasty cheesecakes.

When I read history books, I often see a person doing revenge to those who killed his/her loved ones. But I wonder if the loved ones enjoyed meeting the murderes who killed them again in heaven or hell.

I’ve been feeling that as I get older, the days seem to go by faster. A couple nights ago, I was thinking that maybe the earth is rotating faster and faster every year. So, even though people say that we have longer longevity than people, say, from two hundreds years ago, but the truth may be that the earth’s been secretly rotating faster and faster and that the difference between our and their longevities is smaller than we think.

Of course, I’ve no idea how I would explain millions of clocks around the world providing constant (or is it?) beats and time…but just a random thought.

Four out of five percussionists I’ve met in my life are hot. Three of them are guys. Today, I noticed this common facial expression among those guys. It’s rather dry especially among the younger drummers. I think it’s because they’re kinda shy but still happy about the attention they get from 1) being good looking AND 2) playing such cool instruments. So, they try to fake poker faces (especially those who do classical percussions as well) but I could see this coy expression in their eyes and at the edges of their mouth.

Yeah. So my point is, male percussionists are hot.

As I watched two guys playing a piano duet piece, I was thinking, how this phenomenon would be interpreted by larger organisms, if there are any. The human biologists say things like “these Ca activates such and such activities and change the conformations of…” but I wonder if we were considered as some cell components (ie earth being a cell), how would the larger organisms analyze playing a duet piece in terms of biological activities? In other words, we simplify what those little molecules do but maybe they’re doing something more profound, artistic and/or fun than what we assume.

A couple nights ago, my roommate was about to kill Time (She had lots of work to do). She thought that if she killed Time, she’d have no deadline but I told her that these crazy teachers would find some way of setting up deadlines. For examples, they might say a research proposal is due after eating 10 meals. So, everyone would know who are the procrastinators by looking at how well nutritioned they are.

That reminds me one of the Harper’s index from last month: There was at least one college student who became scurvy from poor diet.

I want to date a ballerina at least once in my life.

Dawn always makes me feel disappointed. I don’t like seeing the sky gradually getting lighter and lighter unless I have a super early flight. I’m not quite sure why but in any case, dusk is so much better.

I’ve got tons of things to do before I graduate. I’m afraid i’m gonna go insane. As a solution, I think I need to do something crazy to let all the frustration disappear. I’m thinking about changing my hair style everyday. Maybe I’ll shave my head by the end of this semester.

The guy who was sitting next to me in my music theory class was concentrating on the class material so much that he drew a stick man with a big spoon saying “my spoon is tooo big”. Sadly enough, I recognized where it came from…

I’m trying to study everythign about cleavage but I can’t concentrate…seems like a hot topic but too much of it just makes me bored.

When there is time change, are we missing a time zone? It’s a kind of question I think about when I forget to bring entertainment to the airport.

Film idea: I don’t know what the main story would be but in the movie, I want a girl who feels relieved when she sees machines die from running out the batteries rather because she thinks that that’s a better death than being replaced by newer verions or being destroyed, which is like people dying from depression or getting killed.

It makes me smile when I see tough looking people trying to put ranch dressings on their salad with a small scoop. They forcefullly tried to pour as much dressing as possible, only to make them drip onto their pasta or something else (or even on their clothes!).

Patience, footballers, patience.

I don’t like it when people say “if you can talk, you can sing. Everyone can sing!” I think that’s really mean.

It’s not fair that I still get pimples while other parts of my body are aging just as they are supposed to be..

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I am not good at cleaning up my space, mainly due to my laziness and partially because of my incapability of throwing things away. I think of the fire that my garbage will face and start thinking, “I can’t do this to these guys who brought such good times to my life…”
So, anyways, I tried to clean up my network folder because there were many old papers and images that I never look at. I was able to hit delete because I was expecting them to go into the recycle bin. I wasn’t really going to delete them permanently. In fact, I was going to put most of them back into the original folder later; however, as I opened the recycle bin after deleting many many files, I saw none of them there…it made me feel like I accidentally abandoned my children.