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.

I just finished eating my birthday cheesecake. I ate it with chopsticks but it didn’t taste as good as when I eat it with a fork. I don’t know why but I felt like the creaminess of the cake disappeared when I had it with ohashi. It was almost like eating sauteed crushed tofu with some cream on top.

(It was definitely NOT because I couldn’t scoop it well enough. I am the chopstick master.)

Sing Happy b-day to Mika
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(^ Happy B-day song in EarlyMusic/Chant style)

I sometimes think about how we’d be judged by God or angels or whoever’s in charge after we die. It’d really suck if everyone I know gets to watch a video of my whole life and decide whether they want me in the heaven or not. Not like I’ve killed anybody in secret or anything but it’s a scary thought if the concept of privacy does not exist in the heaven. Maybe you all will be seeing me stealing my housemate’s stir fry in the video someday… how embarrassing that’d be!

I like the smell of the air after it rains. I don’t like the smell of carpets after it rains. They smell like stinky feet.

I’m a professional tea pot burner. I’ve burnt at least 4 or 5 pots so far. I just can’t remember to turn it off and as I said before, I don’t have a good nose. By the time my nose senses this nauseating, burnt smell, all the water has evaporated and sometimes the bottom of the pan is burnt in the shape of the stove. I know. It’s really scary.
When I did that last time, I left the house for 2 hours (Luckly, my roommate noticed soon enough…) and when I got back, the whole house smelled like pot, as in Marijuana. I was like, “hey.. who’s been smoking pot in my apartment?” and then, I remembered about the pot, as in tea pot.
Why did my tea leaves smell like marijuana? I have no idea.. It’s suppposed to be guava tea leaves and tea doesn’t make me so happy. Maybe if I smoke it..

Anyways, I’ll just have to have somebody to make my tea. Any volunteers?

If I stay in a bookstore for a long enough time, I alyways ALWAYS feel like going to a bathroom.. Is it just me or everyone else too? I feel the same way as I feel before presentations or stage performance. The air in the bookstore makes me nervous and excited…
It’s a little annoying because most bookstores that I go to don’t have bathrooms for customers. I wonder if they intentionally make the customers want to go to the bathrooms, so that they won’t do tachiyomi.. ( -> reading books without buying them) That’d be an interesting/frustrating strategy.
Just writing and thinking about this makes me feel like going to the bathroom.

I’ve glued my fingers together with a permanent glue before. I was in 3rd grade and I was trying to build a plastic model of house or something. The teacher told us to be especially careful with the glue and I knew at the very moment that I’d glue my finger on something. And I did. I glued the tips of my thumb and index finger together, so it made a circle like a “you did goood” circle. (I suppose it’d have been worse if all my fingers except for the middle one got glued onto my palm.) I was so scared that my fingers were never going to come apart but they did, thanks to extra warm water. Phew.

I like mixing orange juice and milk. It tastes quite yummy. I like how milk tastes like yogurt. Everyone gives me this “she’s gone crazy” face whenever I do this, so unless I know the people around me well enough, I usually do it when nobody’s around.

I’ll post my tragus pic soon..

Yesterday, I talked about how sacred my nose is but it doesn’t mean that I have a good nose. In fact, my nostril nerve reacts very slowly. Let’s say I have some rotten food in my frige. I would eat them until they are almost all gone and then, I start noticing this funny, sour taste/smell. If I ask anybody else to smell it, they would instantaneously go “Ogghh!” and cover their mouth with an absolutely disgusted expression on their faces. I’m not sure how I survived for the last twenty years without getting food-poisoned. It’s not like I only keep fresh food in my frige. In fact, my frige often gets pretty close to fugus paradise. Maybe I’m immune to them.. or maybe it’s the green tea. Green tea rules. Whenever I eat bad food, I drink green tea afterwards and believe that they can kill any fugus, germs, or viruses. Yeah, so here’s a tip of the day: Do not fear rotten food. Use the force of green tea.