I have several weak points around or on my face. The most distinct one is my nose. If anybody touches my nose, I’d stop breathing. (Btw, I think breathing sounds just like breeding.) I can’t instantly change my breathing method from nostril to oral breathing. My nose would start twitching involuntarily as it senses somebody’s finger approaching towards it. And I’d get extremely violent when somebody tries to touch or pinch my nose. It’s such a sacred part of my body.

I got my driver’s license yesterday!

Somebody told me that I’d die if I die in my dreams. I know that that’s not true because I’ve done that before. When I was in the 7th or 8th grade, I got eaten by a shark in my dream. I’ve been sharkphobic for all my life and I guess that dream relected how strong my fear is. I was cruising on a boat and I went into the water to swim around a little. Then, I saw a shark coming towards me and I quickly got back on the boat. That didn’t solve the problem because the shark came up on board too!! As I ran away from it, it chased me, using its tail (and he was fast) just as humans use legs. (left, right, left…like that) I went around a corner and hid there but it found me and ate me. When I woke up, I felt so sorry for me because I got killed in such a tricky way (Sharks should not run!) and cried for me. Poor me…

I went to a CPR class today. Every time I perform CPR on dummies, I get very embarrassed. I’m horrible at acting and even in the smallest role play, I can’t help shrinking with embarrassment. Especially when the one that I’m talking to is a dummy, I say to myself in my mind “what am I doing.. why am I making a worried face and asking a dummy questions that *I* make up the answers of… and of course, it has no pulse and no breathing.”
Anyways, I got certified, so it’s all good..

Some people told me that I would be a good negotiator. Maybe. I think I’d be a very good unreasonable negotiator. I can imagine myself telling a criminal that I would give him *candies* if he lets go of the hostages.

Criminal P “I want a hundred billion yen RIGHT NOW.”
Me “Alright.. how about two milky candies?”
Criminal P “..What?”
Me “That’s right.. you’ll get TWO candies if you come out now.. yeah? Yeah.”
Cirminal P “What the hell..”
Me “Fine.. boy, you’re a tough one, aren’t you.. alright, what about FOUR candies plus a GREEN TEA ice crem.. yumm”

The criminal would be so confused and frustrated that he would just come out of the building to ask for a better negotiator. And I win. Yeah, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad job, although it’s possible that my co-workers may get angry and shoot me. We’ll have to see about that.

Whenever I see a bus in front of my car, I think of bathrooms. When people get off a bus, it looks like the bus is excreting. During the rush hours, the buses eat too much food and get bad bowl movements. When there are fewer people getting off, they look like rabbit poops. You know what I mean?
Ok. I’ll stop.

Japanese people use onomotopoea for almost everything. Here’re some of them:
Pigs – boo boo, Ducks – gaa gaa, Chicks – piyo piyo, Lion – gAooo, Babies -ongya ongya, Frogs – kero kero/gero gero/geko geko, Dogs – one one, Cats – nyaa nyaa.

Those are understandable but how about these:
Anger- poon poon, Sad – shiku shiku, Blushing – po, Hungry – peko peko, Spinning – guru guru, Embarrashed girls – ehe.

More?
Bowing hard – peko peko, Rubbing – suri suri, Drinking joyfully – gubi gubi, Applause – pachi pachi.

PG-13 area:
Peeing (men) – jobo jobo, Kissing – chu, Flirty noise – ufun (women use only), Drunken people – oui.

R rated:
Please refer to Mako’s comment.

Tree Children. I like mushrooms. I like mushroom mushrooms better than shiiake mushrooms. I was going to take a mushroom and related fugus class this summer. I love them that much. Not particularly eating them but cutting them makes me happy. I guess it’s the texture that I like most about them but also, seeing almost 2-dimensional kinoko somehow warms up my heart. Ah..

Do you ever get a happy attack where you can’t stop laughing for a loong time for no clear reason? I do. In fact, I had one just a couple days ago. I heard something that made me giggle a little bit at first and then, I just started laughing until my stomach muscles were torn apart. Well, almost. I felt as if there was a serotonin flood in my brain. It was amazing.
I think the serotonin flow sometimes has a constipated/diarrhea condition. A constipated condition of serotonin is so-called depression and the diarrhea condition is the happy attack. So, anti-depressant drugs like Zoloft is like Ex-Lax for your brain. It sounds a little bacchii but I think it’s a pretty effective way to describe what a happy attack is like.
I was exhausted and not so happy the next day though.. I must have used up all my serotonin that day.

I was watching part of Terminator 1 last week. There was a scene where the main girl and the good guy were chased by the terminator and the girl freaked out way more than she probably needed to. That sort of things happen very often in SF or Horror movies and it irritates me. Most of the time, they do something absolutely stupid like falling down where there is NO obstacle at all, and because of that, some other important characters often get injured or killed. Aghhhhhhh! What is more annoying is that these girls usually get to do something cool towards the end that saves good people. I suppose that that compensates for what she did earlier but isn’t that frustrating. I can’t help feeling that those girls deserved to die when they did something silly. Anybody who feel the same way as me, please raise your hands now.

It’s just too “feminine” in a stereotypical way. Weak, useless, stupid…and the only reason that the girls get away with it, meaning they survive to the end, is because they are pretty females. I think that more people would be annoyed if they used pretty men for those cho meiwaku yaro (-> extremely bothering bastard) roles.

Last night, I thought one of the balls of the barbell on my tragus fell off and I flipped out. (Sorry, Mako..) I can’t really see the entire jewerly and my tragus is less sensitive than last week, so it’s hard to feel whether all parts of my jewerly are there or not.
I said that my tragus piercing was the first piercing I’ve ever done but I just remembered that that’s not completely true. When I was in the 3rd grade, my family went to Palau and one day, we went fishing. As I was fiddling with the fishing tools, I accidentally hooked the skin on my right foot. The strange thing was that it didn’t bleed at all, even though the hook went pretty deep into my skin and came out at least 2cm away from the initial point. I didn’t even feel the pain and I remember seeing the skin streched as I pulled the hook upward. I must have stabbed the acupuncture points and managed to miss all the blood vessels. I eventually had to take the hook out because it looked pretty scary but if I had left it there for a couple months, that would have made a fine piercing on my foot.

Yeah, I wasn’t a very deft kid. I fished myself.. Quite stupid.

I’m right handed but I haven’t given up on my left hand. If I could write with both hands, I can finish my homework twice as fast as normal. I’ll train my eyes to move separately too, if necessary.
This is another great idea that not everyone’s excited about, and again, I see no problem with my idea.

Clowns scare me very much. I don’t understand why so many people are fond of clowns. Look at their mouths! How could any kids be smiling when they are around Ronald McDonald? His mouth is too red. Also, the one with a big forehead, blue curly hair, and a big red nose looks incredibly dangerous. I could imagine him chasing me and swinging a big scimitar, still with a big smile on his face.
I would hire clowns as guards in my building though, if I ever own one. Think about it. Some theif manages to get into my 28 story building, walking around to find my treasure box, seeing no security camera, starting to relax a little… and somebody suddenly pats on his shoulder! As he turns around in a dark and silent room, there he sees a clown with a Chinese meat knife, smiling as usual, moving as if there is no bone in his body. This theif is dead, man. He would be so frightened that he’d cry like a cat. Or maybe he’d look back his good and old days when he played with clowns (, which I think is absolutely strange) and quit being a bad boy/girl. Maybe.

Hi Bingo. Bingo the clowno…

It really bothers me when other people aren’t wearing watches when I want to know the time. Yesterday, on the way back to MI, I really needed to know what time it was. Feeling anti-social, I decided to look at other people’s watches. (It’s hard to look at strangers’ watch without letting them know. I feel like Mr. Beans when I do this.) Some might say that it’s a lot easier and less awkward if I just ask but no. That’s too much work for me. Anyways, people on the bus were either not wearing watches or wearing long-sleeve shirts and hiding their watches. How annoying.. Everyone, wear your watches, so that I…I mean, everyone else can see them.
Sounds reasonable.

(I don’t like wearing watches btw.)

I saw a pretty good looking spider web today. These days, it’s hard to find perfect webs in a city. Maybe the spiders in cities are lazy.
I just remembered a children’s story about Buddha and his spider web. There was this criminal guy, Kan..something, who did “every single” crime that anybody could commit in this world. Of course, he went to the hell when he died and had to suffer quite a bit. One day, Buddah was enjoying his walk in the Paradise and happened to walk by a pond that’s connected to the hell and you can watch what’s going on in the hell by looking into the pond. Buddha saw Kan and remembered that he did one good thing in his life, which was saving a spider. So, Buddha decided to use some spider’s film (poor spider! he had to secrete enough film to connect the heaven and the hell! Torture in the Paradise), so that Kan could climb up to the heaven, using the thread. Well, of course, other people in the hell wanted to come up too but Kan was afraid that the film was going to break, so he tried to kick other people off. Then, the film broke and Kan fell into the hell again and stayed there for the rest of his afterlife.
I guess the moral of the story is “don’t be greedy” but as a child, I couldn’t help wondering how Kan was supposed to know that this film was super strong that it could hold millions of people.
I guess I wasn’t the most straightforward Asian kid.

I’ve come up with a great idea recently. Make a tiny tiny ball that can go through your blood vessels. Then, make a big big ball that you get in and run inside, which controls the motion of the small ball in some good ways. The inside of the big ball is all screen and as you run in the big ball, just like those cute little hamsters in their toy balls, the little ball moves inside of somebody’s body and you get to meet all these blood cells, cholesterol, germs..etc. If you wanna move against the blood flow, you have to run really fast but if you are going along the flow, you can just sit back and enjoy the view.
I think this is one of the greatest ideas I’ve ever come up with and I really don’t understand why nobody’s agreed with me so far.

Chopsticks. I think they are the reason why Asian people are/were so tiny. People just can’t dump a large quantity of food into their mouth when they are using chopsticks.
I used to have trouble with hearing the difference between chOpsticks and a chApstick. Well, I didn’t know that chapsticks are called chapsticks, which made things pretty confusing. Whenever people say something like “Oh your lips look so dry.. do you want a chapstick?”, that nice offer turned to be a very komatta question for a naive exchange student like myself a few years ago.

I got my tragus pierced last Friday. It looks super cool, I think. I like the sound of “tragus” too. It sounds like some god from Greek myth.
Before I went into the piercing place, I checked out a couple web sites where people talked about their tragus piercings. They said, “Oh, I couldn’t even feel it when I got it pierced” but guess what? Liars. IT HURTS. I think those people lied because they had such a bad experience with it that they wanted to make other people feel the pain as well. Meanies.
In an acupuncture map, the point on my tragus that got pierced is supposed to be good for my throat and nose.. maybe I can sing decent now.

Nope. Not at all..