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Name: kana
Birthday: 3/7/1986
Interests: singing - photography - perfume - writing - unnecessary facial expressions - early mornings - painting - wine and to whine - piano notes - colors - carelessness - chopin - sixties seventies rock - sexy things sexy ppl - thinking out loud - ella fitzgerald - sleeping - clouds - procrastinating - cold weather - avoiding - shopping - coffee - snow - art - dancing - traveling - hugs - strangers
Expertise: celebrating nothing and everything
Occupation: Artist
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MSN: elfsrus
Member Since:
9/1/2004
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| Wow.
How did three months pass by so fast?
Well, let's see. Since April spring did come, go, rained, still raining, and now it is summer. Regarding life since April, it would be a lie if I said nothing much is going on. I’m definitely tired.
It’s been a roller-coaster ride of being overwhelmed and underwhelmed, fighting occasional quote-unquote heart attacks, and ups and downs over happiness, insanity, anger, PMS, the list goes on. There have been a few major/minor disasters that a mani-pedi session couldn’t make up for, and the severe weather on top of all emotional debris keeps on sweeping me away to the even more downhearted end.
I somehow manage to survive, though. I just don’t know how I’m doing it.
I’ve been missing home lately (and that’s another Wow). I regret a little (for very specific reasons only) for deciding not to go back this summer. And I miss a few little everyday scenes like the lousy cicadas and cheap sound of girl’s heels hitting the streets day and night, the sound of trains passing by, baseball game traffic in the Hanshin line and crowded last trains on the JR… the rice paddies in Itami… the burning sunrise, the quiet sunset, and oh, I really miss the view of the mountains and the sea.
Some old photos I found in blue. (and oh, I definitely miss the food, too!)
The piece of American land that I live on now has a bit of accent to it (well, lets say spice), that I have yet found a way to fully describe. Its definitely inspiring me to think about the tone of my skin in this very colorful (minus the white) neighborhood. I’m trying to find a way to write, as of now its just something on my mind...
So, whats new with you?
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Spring.
Only in my dreams. | | |
| Leap day. I had one extra full day of being twenty-one years young.
I just made herb tea, and the tag read:
[Old age needs wisdom and grace].
Perfect quote,
Im feeling the need to spend tonight very wisely...
I feel stronger every day yet when eight days Im going back to the warzone aka home to fight the same old war. I dont know why I keep pushing myself in and out of the continuum of great happiness and something-else-that-I-cannot-bear.
We will see. Whatever, really,for now.
and for now, Im just really enjoying these clear days after some brutal snow.
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What I questioned regarding the internet in the last post has been something thats been on my mind ever since I started to question our ways of communicating today. I think Ive written something similar before, about blogging, but what Im thinking about now is that if we have the ability to [backspace] our voices and [delete] our identity, username, profile, etc., it feels as though we should have more control over our emotions and verbalizations. Our ways of communication today like the internet allows us to sort of [meditate] in our own space. Yet what I question is why, then, are we not taking the same amount of patience to connect with others in the real world? Not all people are online all the time, so we wait for the reply, dont we?
The urge to kill, the urge to violate, the spontaneity and awareness, to believe/doubt everything and every one.
Who is a stranger? What do we believe in? [Who]s words do we believe in?
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| I wonder.
Does the communication on the internet (blog, facebook, chat, etc.)
make you feel closer in your relationship others?
Or distant? or does it not make any difference to you? | | |
| Bizarre.
Impatient, distracted, and all that colorful but maybe better in black and white kinda stuff.
Stuff, exactly, worries that value less than [things].
I wish honesty was packed in little tablets like vitamins.
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