The big 17!! Haha actually, honestly, nothing changes.
Wanna hear some 17 facts?
1. A 17 year old girl has, on average, 17 square meters of skin.
2. 17 is the coming of age for wizards in Harry Potter.
3. 17 is the symbol of the man participating to both worlds, celestial and terrestrial. It "represents the junction between the material world and the spiritual world."
4. 17 symbolizes the soul.
So one year closer to the big 18!! (Which is supposedly WAY more exciting.. we'll see.)
SOO.. I got really poetic the other day.. just wrote this for fun. Update on me (:
Alina Lauren
Nobody really understands who I am. Who am I? I walk every day trying to find my place, create my future. Do I know who I am?
I love music. I love dance. They are the two forms I can use to express how I feel. How I can express me. Otherwise I’m nothing. Music gives me an emotion. Dance allows me to interpret that emotion to an audience. They walk hand in hand, or dance hand in hand, depending on how you look at it. I can feel everyone’s pain or passion; I just have to tune in to the right station.
I’m perfectly abstract: never completely understood or completely tangible. I’m always a wisp of an idea that slips from one’s fingers just when they think they’ve grasped it.
My favorite color is white. Not because it is colorless. Not because it’s easy to understand and incorporate into a gray scale picture with a simple thought not fully understood. It is the presence of all colors. White light passes through a prism to reveal its deep quality that otherwise is hard to reveal. That’s why rainbows are so beautiful. They can’t be fully comprehended. They’re never tangible either. Completely celestial.
I like simple things. But I love adding flair. A perfectly simple fragile silver necklace with a colored gem adorned at the end of every inch. I don’t like things completely bedazzled or overdone. No heavy pearls that weigh down my light spirit.
Dirt. It’s dirty alright. But I feel grounded. Why not stain my skin with brown moist flecks for the length of an afternoon? I’m bare foot with no limitations. There are unexplored forests, just yearning to be explored. The song of the trees waiting to be translated to the voice of man, and hoping I can give them that voice. The silence of the breeze, the warmth of the sun, the caress of the raindrops, the fierceness of the lightning; it all intrigues me, calls to me, speaks to me.
Imagination flows from my pores. Nothing changes the facts that angels haunt my dreams, lovers call my name, friends await my help, and beasts wait to be slain. Yet, in the end, there is no true and real adventure. My mind wanders into an oblivion of hopes and impossibles.
I ignore love. What is love if I can manage to ignore its being? Love follows and interferes, remains spontaneous and hopeful, catching a breeze and drifting by my side. Love is unending if it is true. Love never mistakes who it traps, or rather, gives freedom to. I haven’t felt a freedom with one quite yet so that one must not have come.
So who am I? Do I know who I am?
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Music
Music. So straightforward yet so intricate. Some use music to simply find enjoyment in a tune or find the song that reveals their life in that moment. Or to dance and impress that special someone. Maybe to get their mind off things and get lost in a world where thoughts don't exist.
But even more deeply than that. Music is emotion. Music can make you cry, laugh, smile, and tremble in fear. Music can make the hair on your neck stand on end, it can make your mind wander and cause you to lose your way, it can give you the entry to dance the night away, or suck the energy from your pores and leave a lifeless being only showing movement through every breath. Although, sometimes it has the power to take even your breath away.
Why does music have this power over us? It's mearly a mix of a tune, lyrics, and a beat all synchronized as one entity that appeals to mearly our sense of hearing.
Many times we talk about the five senses. Touch, Hearing, Sight, Smell, Taste. But there is one sense that is often looked over. But this sense isn't concrete, it's more abstract, or rather intangible. Our sense of emotion.
Music reaches that miniscule, often forgotten sense in a way that can't be fully understood. It helps us understand our deep unconscious thoughts, feelings.. even passions. It has so much control over our thought process that it should not simply be taken for granted.
Take the time to listen to your favorite tune between homework study sessions to lift your spirits. Learn a song that you can perform with your heart instead of your voice and your instrumental talents. Write a song that reflects your unconscious misunderstood or never heard thoughts.
Music.
But even more deeply than that. Music is emotion. Music can make you cry, laugh, smile, and tremble in fear. Music can make the hair on your neck stand on end, it can make your mind wander and cause you to lose your way, it can give you the entry to dance the night away, or suck the energy from your pores and leave a lifeless being only showing movement through every breath. Although, sometimes it has the power to take even your breath away.
Why does music have this power over us? It's mearly a mix of a tune, lyrics, and a beat all synchronized as one entity that appeals to mearly our sense of hearing.
Many times we talk about the five senses. Touch, Hearing, Sight, Smell, Taste. But there is one sense that is often looked over. But this sense isn't concrete, it's more abstract, or rather intangible. Our sense of emotion.
Music reaches that miniscule, often forgotten sense in a way that can't be fully understood. It helps us understand our deep unconscious thoughts, feelings.. even passions. It has so much control over our thought process that it should not simply be taken for granted.
Take the time to listen to your favorite tune between homework study sessions to lift your spirits. Learn a song that you can perform with your heart instead of your voice and your instrumental talents. Write a song that reflects your unconscious misunderstood or never heard thoughts.
Music.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Jellybean Analogy
Okay.. I know I've posted this before but I think people out there all need some reminders. We all need to get a life and stop acting like lovesick puppy dogs ;) haha
There's this jar and its filled with jellybeans. Every individual jellybean has its own flavor and you have to try all of the flavors 'til you find your favorite. But in the opposite view, you also have to be able to make yourself the kind of jellybean that the opposite gender looking into a jar would want to choose.
So I've been told that I'm buttered popcorn, "unique and when you taste it your really not sure if you should taste that good." haha umm.. by anonymous! Nevermind who gave me that inspiring insight but its definitely creative!
What jellybean flavor are you? (:
There's this jar and its filled with jellybeans. Every individual jellybean has its own flavor and you have to try all of the flavors 'til you find your favorite. But in the opposite view, you also have to be able to make yourself the kind of jellybean that the opposite gender looking into a jar would want to choose.
So I've been told that I'm buttered popcorn, "unique and when you taste it your really not sure if you should taste that good." haha umm.. by anonymous! Nevermind who gave me that inspiring insight but its definitely creative!
What jellybean flavor are you? (:
Thursday, January 6, 2011
New Changes
New Year. New Complications. New Opportunities. New Friends. New Relationships. New Abilities. New Experiences. New Music. New Ideas. New Talents. New Memories. New Lifestyles. New Diets.
New.New.New.
What about the old?
Old Years. Old Complications. Old Opportunities. Old Friends. Old Relationships. Old Abilities. Old Experiences. Old Music. Old Ideas. Old Talents. Old Memories. Old Lifestyles. Old Diets.
Now that we're beginning a new year why do we try to forget the past. Forgetting the past doesn't help us solve problems for the future. If anything, it holds us back. Problems, especially, always resurface.
Remember that time you got an argument you had with your brother about that one video game? Or that time you borrowed your sister's shirt without permission? How about the time your parents told you to be home by midnight and you got there at 2?
We CAN'T forget these things. Forget it and it repeats. Over and over and over again. We can only make mistakes by forgetting.
This year will bring change. No doubt.
But will we take the opportunities we are given and reflect on past mistakes to help us move forward?
.. or will we stay stationary and wait for a miracle?
Miracles don't come to those who sit and wait.
They come to those willing to work for them.. and just when your hope has dwindled to a sliver of light passing under a door into the black abyss you're resigned to.. the door opens. You've reached your miracle.. for now.
Over time the light in that room fades to nothing again and we must find the next door to progress. Keep this in mind while resolutions are on a high end.
Plan for the future by using your past.
New.New.New.
What about the old?
Old Years. Old Complications. Old Opportunities. Old Friends. Old Relationships. Old Abilities. Old Experiences. Old Music. Old Ideas. Old Talents. Old Memories. Old Lifestyles. Old Diets.
Now that we're beginning a new year why do we try to forget the past. Forgetting the past doesn't help us solve problems for the future. If anything, it holds us back. Problems, especially, always resurface.
Remember that time you got an argument you had with your brother about that one video game? Or that time you borrowed your sister's shirt without permission? How about the time your parents told you to be home by midnight and you got there at 2?
We CAN'T forget these things. Forget it and it repeats. Over and over and over again. We can only make mistakes by forgetting.
This year will bring change. No doubt.
But will we take the opportunities we are given and reflect on past mistakes to help us move forward?
.. or will we stay stationary and wait for a miracle?
Miracles don't come to those who sit and wait.
They come to those willing to work for them.. and just when your hope has dwindled to a sliver of light passing under a door into the black abyss you're resigned to.. the door opens. You've reached your miracle.. for now.
Over time the light in that room fades to nothing again and we must find the next door to progress. Keep this in mind while resolutions are on a high end.
Plan for the future by using your past.
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