What Color Is Your Aura?
Your Aura is Blue
Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.
You are very giving of yourself.
And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.
The purpose of your life: showing love to other people.
Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah
Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor
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How Normal Are You?
You Are 55% Normal
While some of your behavior is quite normal...
Other things you do are downright strange
You've got a little of your freak going on
But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself
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What Season Woman Are You?
You Are Fall!
Thoughtful
Expressive
Creative
Poetic
Smart
Monday, October 22, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Memory and madness
Memory is a funny thing.
I remember the most inane things from the most insignificant events in my life. And I'm not even particularly aware that my memory has filed them away in some folder to be remembered only when triggered by some impulse.
Take this for example. I was walking to Greenbelt with Andrea yesterday and I remembered this guy she went out with. I've never forgotten one tiny detail about their first (and last) date she shared with me. Apparently it bothered him that she chose to use that incline for handicapped /wheelchair-ridden people (I'm not sure what you call it) instead of the stairs. Of all the things she told me about him, that one detail stuck. And I remember it almost everytime I walk up that incline instead of the stairs. I had to remind Andrea about it -- she'd almost forgotten.
It's also funny how we have different ways of trying to recall things.
One day I was about to call Jay. But for the life of me, I couldn't remember his number at home. I tried several numbers to no avail. I eventually got it after imagining myself to be at his place, with him on the phone, calling Pizza Hut and telling them his landline number. I felt quite loony for awhile after that episode.
And isn't it funny how affected we get by certain memories?
I remember being on a train once, and there was this very mild scent in the air. I knew it was a scent from my childhood, and I knew it was from a certain happy part of my childhood. But I couldn't quite put a finger on what it was particularly. I tried and tried to remember, but the scent was so mild. And naughty. It tantalized me so that I would come thisclose to remembering what that memory was, and then it would fade, and I would be at a loss once more. This went on and on until I had to get off the train, and I almost cried. I felt like I lost something. The weird thing was, I didn't know what that scent was, and I didn't know what memory it triggered. But both unknowns affected me, hit me with nostalgia, I was sad for quite awhile. (Guess I would officially qualify now as a loony with this story.)
But while that un-remembered memory made me quite disconsolate, there are a good many memories that do make me feel good and warm and fuzzy inside. Best triggers for happy memories? Bright shiny twinkling Christmas lights! And the memories that come to me aren't even all about Christmas. The malls have begun decorating with and selling all these Christmas stuff, and everytime I walk through these malls I just smile and feel good. I don't even have to remember any of those happy events in my life, I just feel happy, period.
Ah, memory. Mine sure is crazy. But I prefer to call it funny.
I remember the most inane things from the most insignificant events in my life. And I'm not even particularly aware that my memory has filed them away in some folder to be remembered only when triggered by some impulse.
Take this for example. I was walking to Greenbelt with Andrea yesterday and I remembered this guy she went out with. I've never forgotten one tiny detail about their first (and last) date she shared with me. Apparently it bothered him that she chose to use that incline for handicapped /wheelchair-ridden people (I'm not sure what you call it) instead of the stairs. Of all the things she told me about him, that one detail stuck. And I remember it almost everytime I walk up that incline instead of the stairs. I had to remind Andrea about it -- she'd almost forgotten.
It's also funny how we have different ways of trying to recall things.
One day I was about to call Jay. But for the life of me, I couldn't remember his number at home. I tried several numbers to no avail. I eventually got it after imagining myself to be at his place, with him on the phone, calling Pizza Hut and telling them his landline number. I felt quite loony for awhile after that episode.
And isn't it funny how affected we get by certain memories?
I remember being on a train once, and there was this very mild scent in the air. I knew it was a scent from my childhood, and I knew it was from a certain happy part of my childhood. But I couldn't quite put a finger on what it was particularly. I tried and tried to remember, but the scent was so mild. And naughty. It tantalized me so that I would come thisclose to remembering what that memory was, and then it would fade, and I would be at a loss once more. This went on and on until I had to get off the train, and I almost cried. I felt like I lost something. The weird thing was, I didn't know what that scent was, and I didn't know what memory it triggered. But both unknowns affected me, hit me with nostalgia, I was sad for quite awhile. (Guess I would officially qualify now as a loony with this story.)
But while that un-remembered memory made me quite disconsolate, there are a good many memories that do make me feel good and warm and fuzzy inside. Best triggers for happy memories? Bright shiny twinkling Christmas lights! And the memories that come to me aren't even all about Christmas. The malls have begun decorating with and selling all these Christmas stuff, and everytime I walk through these malls I just smile and feel good. I don't even have to remember any of those happy events in my life, I just feel happy, period.
Ah, memory. Mine sure is crazy. But I prefer to call it funny.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Feeling Tina Arena
I'll lay down on your bed of coals
Offer up my heart and soul
But in returnI want you to burn
Burn for me baby
-- Burn
When you love someone
Nothings black or white
When the riptide runs
There's no wrong or right
I'll sail with you but I'll refuse to drown
So don't you take me down
-- If I Didn't Love You
Hmm. Tina Arena is so wise. If she writes her own songs, that is.
Thanks Deux, now I have new songs for my lovelife :)
Offer up my heart and soul
But in returnI want you to burn
Burn for me baby
-- Burn
When you love someone
Nothings black or white
When the riptide runs
There's no wrong or right
I'll sail with you but I'll refuse to drown
So don't you take me down
-- If I Didn't Love You
Hmm. Tina Arena is so wise. If she writes her own songs, that is.
Thanks Deux, now I have new songs for my lovelife :)
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
On suffering
If you're hurting, does it give you the right to be hurtful?
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How does one forget painful experiences? Should one try to?
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If you've hurt someone, how do you say you're sorry?
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How can you "be there" for someone who doesn't seem to want you to be there? What could you offer to someone who is going (or has gone) through inexplicable suffering?
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Is there a difference between having someone tear your heart out, and you doing it yourself? What would hurt less? What would allow you to heal faster?
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How does one forget painful experiences? Should one try to?
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If you've hurt someone, how do you say you're sorry?
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How can you "be there" for someone who doesn't seem to want you to be there? What could you offer to someone who is going (or has gone) through inexplicable suffering?
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Is there a difference between having someone tear your heart out, and you doing it yourself? What would hurt less? What would allow you to heal faster?
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