To Write about Good Things...

To write about good things I shall write about our prefectural elections.
In this year's Aichi elections I got involved rather unexpectedly as I went to see Hide working in Hisa`s Thai Massage parlour and Renchan who was there asked me whether I had a sewing machine.
Thus it was that being 25 years old, in the bloom of my youth and not allowed to vote myself, I was all of a sudden voluntarily spending the exciting Friday night in an election office among a bunch of enthusiastic over middle aged activists sewing flags that we were to paint with slogans in the manner of Love, Peace and Let's change the world! Hurray!
Spending the first parts of the following nights at the election office and the second parts at the boys' house trying hard not to not sleep, there was no rest for the body nor the mind, everyday work was topped up with persevering cold and my snotty nose and a chanson voice were there in the spotlight of our parades to charm the potential Ishida electors.

It was wonderful!!! We made banners, we made flags, we made stones (Ishida-san; ishi=stone), we drank immense amounts of coffee and ate very believable amounts of snacky crap, talked rubbish to each other at three in the morning and did pretend fights with bamboo banner holders, all a result of sleepless nights and foodless over-cafeinated days. And so was the serious political campaign, under the lead of Hisa with all of always eager us, his minions (Renchan-Hanachan-Higucchan-Hidechan-Ayachan-the-old-school; Hiko, Shinji and a lot of others as new additions to the volunteer crowd) tagging along, yes, so did the political campaign change into one grandeur festival sharing positive ideas and strong beliefs in achievable goodness...beating our drums, dancing, singing and laughing aloud we proceeded forward to let people know of an ordinary and so possible a happiness and brightness of future.

Another good thing is that we are back together with Hide...because I am to write about good things now I shall not mention anything about how much fire and ice there was to walk over to get here...all I am going to say is that even though I am so afraid I dont want to think reasonably for some time to come, my soul is charged with greatness, my heart beats trust and I am standing still but strong so I can hold up my dreams.

Artistic Skills of a Full-time Company Employee

Right! I signed into mixi.jp today with an admirable intention to try and track all my friends and ask them to become my mixi friends so I dont feel left out having only 8 friends on my page compared to all the others who have over 100 of them. I know this does sound rather ridiculous but in order to feel good about ones self there are times when things like this are unavoidable. And so with an inconspicuous objective of making myself feel better about myself I found all the friends I wanted and one by one wrote them cute little emails that it's me and I want to be mixifriends with them. Though as I one by one wrote emails to them I also one by one read their profiles and realized that now I actually feel remarkably worse about myself than before I went to mixi.jp today.
Everybody seems to be a grandeur artist of some sort, a photographer, dancer, musician, candle artist and what not and they all seem generally appreciated as what they claim themselves to be...then on the other hand I have a look at me, all the time attempting to create some thing or another and all I can see I have is a lack of free time due to a full time job. Besides having a full time job I also have twelve days of paid holidays per annum and thus am condemned to as much as dream of long unforseen roads, open clear skies, neck hurting from my big fat camera and dirt behind my ears.
My mind is tortured by adventurous desires, my body buzzes with restlessness and my feet are starting to itch...
...so, the first military plan of action I shall like to undertake is to get my job become part-time...
Hurray!