Squeezed Like Blood From a Stone

I'm very probably belittling childbirth here, but I seriously think that if I can give birth to this, I can pop at least five real babies.

wanted to take a picture of my baby but there were people in the room so i thought it'll look stupid (will post some shots later when i get it back for further corrections.)

here are my baby's vital statistics:

date and time of birth: 18th jan 2010, 11.28am
weight: 109 pages, 171,930 words, 5,245 lines and 1,169 paragraphs
sex: feminist girl
name:　沖縄におけるフェミニズムの新しい可能性を探って―「杣山訴訟」の事例からみるフェミニズムの多様性と交差性

hell, if i can do this, i can even climb mt. everest with five kids and a husband in tow.

Stuff

Thought the nice people who read my blog might like a look at my life as it unfolds.

here's a picture of my work desk right in the heat of action:

most people know that i love my chicken, and when stress levels climb, the girl must find ways to get her mitts on some good poultry.

here is what i made for dinner last night:

there were six wings in total and i finished them all!!

War With Words

The girl in Hongkong just got her first Holga, and the other in California is going to football games and making yoghurt.

i'm just the one here with my laptop, thinking of saving the world by wielding the pen (or the keys of my computer or whatever).

i still havent used the brand new oven i bought, and i think that while i can slice carrots and other vegetables better now my cooking still sucks. and i want to take pottery and teach english to the community too. why is it that even though my days have been taken over by the massive torture of writing a thesis i am still stung by the fear of being unproductive?

i mean really, is sitting in the grad room for hours on end that meaningful to the rest of the human population? lately i realised that the so-called pursuit of knowledge is a narcissistic endeavour, an exercise to please the self. i claim that my work shall make known the conditions in okinawa and help make it a better place, but the truth of the matter is, the only people who are ever going to read my thesis are my supervisors, the teachers who have to grade it and possibly two other kind-hearted souls who share my field of research.

if i am so keen on taking on the role of mother theresa i should really just go out and get my hands dirty. this is perhaps the very reason why activism never went down well with academicism.

Nothing To Say.

Marriage. Babies. Career.

when your friends are busy chalking up the milestones of their lives, you find yourself wondering what sort of achievement you're actually after.

then you realise for all the things you think you possess, everything is worth crap when the cards are played and your hand is shown.

i am going to be 30 in a year and they are trying to shove 170,000 yen down my throat. how do i explain this to myself?

serinah, here is your present and future.

no marriage. no babies and yes, no career either.