tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513996779520996885.post4945596090886819321..comments2023-06-21T08:32:31.823-03:00Comments on An exercise on existing: OwareKenia Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513996779520996885.post-52397129695973303792014-12-20T19:49:57.466-02:002014-12-20T19:49:57.466-02:00Oh Kathryn, I'm so glad to hear your sisterhoo...Oh Kathryn, I'm so glad to hear your sisterhood stories and learn we've had things in common as children! Thanks for sharing a comment here. <br /><br />xoKenia Santoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513996779520996885.post-34547518415387915822014-12-20T19:47:55.130-02:002014-12-20T19:47:55.130-02:00I've always craved a brother, because I've...I've always craved a brother, because I've always had a mind very different from my sisters'. And I also play <b>Go</b> - love it. I learned it from an old boyfriend of mine, the only person I know who could play it. After we broke up, I was forced to rely on online Go servers, I usually play on Pandanet. <br /><br />Thanks for a lovely comment. I'm glad to hear the poem brought good days back to your mind.<br /><br />Kiss.Kenia Santoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513996779520996885.post-73669738937025159572014-12-20T19:45:06.853-02:002014-12-20T19:45:06.853-02:00Ah Susan, I am the one to be thankful for your att...Ah Susan, I am the one to be thankful for your attention and wise critique. <3Kenia Santoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12893148474912410033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513996779520996885.post-65854233929532210102014-12-20T02:32:12.760-02:002014-12-20T02:32:12.760-02:00sweet pen. i had the top bunk and endlessly pester...sweet pen. i had the top bunk and endlessly pestered my younger brother, who, somewhat surprisingly, has forgiven me ~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513996779520996885.post-87498721391768530782014-12-19T17:20:00.558-02:002014-12-19T17:20:00.558-02:00Got to love sisters . . . this reminded me of the ...Got to love sisters . . . this reminded me of the time I tried giving my sisters Sindy doll a bobbed haircut only to have it turn into a crew cut. . . . I like you I was the one with the scissors! I also got the top bunk. :) She got her own back though. I've always hated the ticking of a clock so she would hide one in my bedroom that was super loud.Kathryn Dychehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17175563748388497142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513996779520996885.post-126653015460261532014-12-19T16:40:51.051-02:002014-12-19T16:40:51.051-02:00This is a very similar poem to my own life. I have...This is a very similar poem to my own life. I have two younger brothers and we always have our squabbles. Not so much now that we are older though, but this definitely reminded me of those days. <br /><br />There is a game that I play that is similar to the two sacred principles of Oware, and that game is an ancient strategy board game called Go. It originally was developed and created in China many years ago, but since then has expanded drastically all over the world. It definitely is a game that teaches patience and weighing out whether a person should take or throw away. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12590129774774754740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513996779520996885.post-41106766668589807822014-12-19T06:19:58.637-02:002014-12-19T06:19:58.637-02:00This is delightful, Kenia. I wish I had had that g...This is delightful, Kenia. I wish I had had that game when my girls were growing up!Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513996779520996885.post-82060572799108338192014-12-19T05:09:24.993-02:002014-12-19T05:09:24.993-02:00After I looked up Oware, this poem opened up and l...After I looked up Oware, this poem opened up and let me see the strategies among siblings. And the silence in 2 hoursof play may seem precious now. Fine. fine. Thank you, Kenia, for the amazing comment you left on my blog recently.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.com