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.

I hate canned soup with a dented top. I should have chosen better ones.. without dent.. It’s such a pain trying to open it! I can smell this French onion yet I’m so far away from tasting it..

For a long time, I thought that airline staffs were saying “Beijing” when they were actually saying paging. I figured that out just a couple years ago but I still have one more thing that I don’t get. It sounds to me that the flight attendants are saying “for Eleanor” right after the airplanes arrive at the gates. Does anybody know what they are actually saying?

A tip of the day: When you toast mochi, do not set the toaster on fire like Mika did today.

I have a pair of pants that gives me stomachach whenever I wear them. I think the buttom presses some pressure point that stimulates my intestine. Maybe that’s why they were so cheap…

I took a patient to mental hospital with the ambulance crew today. When we got there, we were passing all the information to the nurses there and then, one of the nurses pointed at me and asked the other crew members, “and is this lady too?”

Maybe it’s because I dyed my hair super red.

My calf hurts. I had to wear a kimono and walk around like a chick all day on Saturday. I could only move 1/3 a step at a time. What a sexist dress! Plus people tied me around my waist and chest about twenty times. I felt like I was wearing a straight jacket.
Looking pretty is too hard..

Sigh.. I did two things that I hate to do this weekend. One: flying for a loooong time. Two: flushed the toilets in the airplanes.

I have so much more to say but i’ll save them all for tomorrow. Look forward to it.

it started snowing here. I’m excited. I wish they tasted like grapefruit. Icy grapefruit flakes are quite yummy.