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policy makers are words i often hear in my workaday life. but how the policy they make can be useful is quite nebulous.

Posted By Kaorita On 03.21.2011 @ 5:39 pm

everything you do should be a statement of who you are. What job you choose, which clothes you buy, what you eat, what you drink. the accumulation of tiny statements builds who you are as an incomparable individual.

Posted By Kaorita On 03.10.2011 @ 4:31 pm

i wondered if we were all one as a lot of artists and grues say. i wondered if we had eternal life, living as spirits in bodies.

Posted By Kaorita On 03.09.2011 @ 4:28 pm

I like bees flying around and perching inside flowers. wasps are kind of evil-looking, but bees are not. they strike me as cute. i think they are playing significant roles for the earth.

Posted By Kaorita On 03.08.2011 @ 4:29 pm

i almost cried, but i didn’t. i couldn’t allow myself to do that, like many old timers refuse to cry. but why don’t people cry when they almost do? various reasons. each one knows what it is secretly.

Posted By Kaorita On 03.07.2011 @ 4:52 pm

what is final? nothing seems to be final. when something ends, something always begins. i heard that in the UK graduation is called commencement. i think that hits the nail on the head.

Posted By Kaorita On 03.03.2011 @ 5:50 pm

i’m not particular about specifics, but when it comes to work–writing and translation–i tend to be specific. but then being specific is different from being particular, i think. but being specific is always worth trust.

Posted By Kaorita On 03.02.2011 @ 4:32 pm

basics. learning basics is always the most important thing when you start something. you can divert and go free as long as you know the basics of the things you are doing. so whatever i do, i always start from learning rudiments.

Posted By Kaorita On 03.01.2011 @ 4:32 pm

cheap things. things were much more expensive two decades ago, and now because of so-called deflation, things are much cheaper, and so are people’s tastes and preferences. cheap is good is the buzzword, and many don’t appreciate truly valuable things.

Posted By Kaorita On 02.28.2011 @ 4:48 pm

i had to walk ten blocks to buy Coach key chains. i hated that, but then that was the only thing i could get my sisters from new york. i walked in the store, and said to a clerk without going into the back: “i need your help.”

Posted By kaorita On 02.27.2011 @ 4:48 pm

strong, strong. what’s the definition of being strong? certainly not physical strength. people can be both strong and weak; there’s no such human as a strong person.

Posted By kaorita On 02.26.2011 @ 3:44 pm

on the table is a simple vase. glass. blue. transparent. i put in a tulip, which was halfway open, and i thought i saw Thumbelina.

Posted By kaorita On 02.25.2011 @ 7:07 pm

i saw through a large glass door a barber cutting an old man’s scarce hair. he was doing it calmly, not caring about how much he had to take care of.

Posted By kaorita On 02.24.2011 @ 4:42 pm

i sat on the bench. nothing to do, just sit. it is not really comfortable, but a nice way to pretend i’m relaxed, waiting for someone, or trying to read a book, when all i did is feel i have nowhere to go.

Posted By kaorita On 02.23.2011 @ 4:42 pm

I love mango. with all the juiciness and the sweet taste and all. But it is not a cheap fruit to come by. that’s when I miss hawaii where i once lived. i could get a lot for much lower prices.

Posted By kaorita On 02.22.2011 @ 4:37 pm

there are people who cannot find outlets for their talent. especially artists and craftsman. but as they move forward, they do. i wish and myself luck!

Posted By kaorita On 02.21.2011 @ 4:31 pm

some wish they could be like a sage. i don’t. being a sage means i wouldn’t need to lead a life on earth. i love life, with all its flaws. so i don’t have to be a sage.

Posted By Kaorita On 02.20.2011 @ 4:42 pm

i hate the idea of cards. cards are nice only when you receive them. after that, you just don’t know what to do with them. you debate whether to throw them or not. sending cards is a way to keep connected with people you now longer meet, some say. is that so? if it is, nothing is more disheartening when you realize those people no longer send you cards.

Posted By kaorita On 02.20.2011 @ 12:22 am

he was fully charged back then. he could turn anything inspiring into art. he wrote poems and lyrics, and ventured into art forms he had neve tried before, like photography and sculpture. where has the time gone? he is not as charged as he was back then, and not as creative as before, and feels kinf of blah. but still, he likes how he is now better than the days he was charged, without fear or sorrow.

Posted By kaorita On 02.12.2011 @ 5:23 pm

I know many people with needle-phobia. and they are dreaded of a needle stuck into their vein as they get a shot. I’m not. I usually watch the fine needle slip under my skin to suck up my blood. I even find that interesting, to see some qutity of my blood without getting badly injured. What makes them afraid? i wonder. I certainly wouldn’t enjoy observing a surgical operation,though.

Posted By kaorita On 02.11.2011 @ 6:18 pm