I come to where the flavor is.
I honestly am a big fan of Multiply. I love multiply and I've been using it for the past three years. What I love about it most is that I am able to upload my music online, and share them with people. I always thought that multiply is the best music sharing ever until they disabled the download links. Oh well. I was furious then because I can't download anymore from others. But its okay, I learned to love Multiply more. lmao!!!!!
Sometimes I hate it when Multiply gets to do its maintenance.
But then I have to live with it..learn to deal with it..
This happens to me..
Sleep waiting
While they..
They party.
Then I missed it..lol
And when I wake up, Multiply's back
And why do I stick with Multiply despite the inconvenience?
Because I come to where the flavor is! lol
Unfortunately grandpa doesn't know where the flavor is.. lmao
Thanks to: Comment Graphics =) For the Photos
Inner Zombie Controls The Brain
The inner zombies we call our brain's unconscious part, which I am not aware as to where in the part of the brain where it is particularly located, or that is if this so called inner zombie does exist, is said to have control over our unconscious prejudices as a study done by Harvard University reported.
Could an Inner Zombie Be Controlling Your Brain? (Read Here...)
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Facebook Users Are Becoming Big Fans of Masturbation, And Other Page Stats
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At the course of evolution, and at the growth of society, what was once a taboo now everyone's fad.
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Quest For True Peace And Happiness
A disciple once asked his wise master.
"Teacher, where can I find the true peace and happiness?"
The wise master replied.
"Set forth on a journey and cross over the three mountains.
There you will see a temple.
In that temple is the book of Wisdom.
The answer to your question lies in that book."
Immediately, the disciple set out on a journey.
He crossed through three mountains and found the temple.
He rushed to the temple in the eagerness and saw the Book of Wisdom waiting.
At once, he openned the book.
To his surprise and amazement, the first page was a mirror.
Thinking it was a trick, he turned on the second page.
Again, it was a mirror.
Puzzled, he continued to turned on the third page.
Another mirror.
It was a series of mirrors up to the last page.
Then the wise master appeared,
He pointed to the mirror where the disciple was an image of himself, and said;
"There! There is where you can find the true peace and happiness!"
--adapted from the motion picture,
THE CIRCLE IRON
Some people do so much searching for peace and happiness, believing that they only exist somewhere out there and not somewhere here, not knowing that true peace and happiness always lie on the image you see when look at the mirror. Peace and happiness lie within you, and within me, and within each one of us.
Journal Writing
"We read so that we shall remember the atmosphere and the reality we have known. In times to come, we shall consider the multiple messages that were given to us."
---Ira Pragoff
The Well and the Cathedral
Just a thought. I really find journal writing interesting, Why? These are why!
Journal writing is an activity for self-revelation. Writing about my feelings, thoughts, reactions, comments, criticisms, judgments, dreams, wishes and behaviors can open my eyes to see who I really am. It provides opportunity for me to see myself from the past, the present and the future. It allows me to evaluate how I've been doing for the past days. Through it , I am able to identify how fleeting my emotions are and how transient my impressions were.
Also, journal writing is fun, that's why I always bring a journal with me in school and anywhere I go. It's fun to seek what I do not know about my self. It's fun to see me unfold. It is my personal journey for truth and awareness.
Couch of the Unfathomable
situated at the corner of the darkened room
is the couch of the unfathomable, where the angel sat
she looked at the darkness that is miserly black
the dim light from the sooty sky illuminated her
while the bottomless pit of the abyss made her sober
the nightingales of the night sang their discant songs
and her sluggish, melancholy spirit devoured them all
her lifeless black torn wings is all that she has
never had she realized that she's one beautiful lass
she felt her heart beating for something
through the absence of awareness she knew there was one thing
but that one thing was left unsaid, dormant and forgotten
the words of the angel kept in silence deep within
the violence of the darkness of the earth she loathed
that made her fall on the ground, and she lost it
her life on earth was wasted, she thought
not realizing that she flew into the sky, where she could
to fly as beautiful as she could in the human world
and help others in their search for the Word
as he angel sat on the couch of the unfathomable
her lifeles black torn wings is healing
until she could finally soar up high into the sky
and sing her melodious and harmonious songs
so that the world will hear again
the sweet air of the angel that once have fallen
on the earth's vicious and violent ground
© 2007 | jeelchristine poems
This poem offers hope after pain. I remembered Daniella and I decided on writing something positive on a papyrus, and this poem was written, as a summary confrontation for all our heartbreaks and painful experiences. It's a time to let go and finally step on the next path our lives.
Slumber Hours
painting taken from Yessy Art Gallery
as i entered the house of the haunted
i knew that my hours have ended
to woe the promise he has hated
towards the gossamer that he has painted
on the canvas he spilled his blood
to summon the dead through its cup
and i stood there as he looked at me
i smiled at him but he dared not to see
the vows we've made, he has forgotten
the memories we've shared he has abandoned
i felt like crying but tears didnt fall
i might as well go and leave it all
my time on earth has passed
but before my slumber, he asked
whether promises are really meant
or our last time together cannot be spent
i love him and he loves me too
but there are things that neither of us can do
we cannot bear destiny's cruelty towards us
but even so, nobody can separate us
not death of life itself
because in this slumber hours
his heart and mine only crave for one another
as he will bring me back to life
from the world of the others
together we'll wake ones again
holding hands, we'll live our vows together ones again
the fulfillment of our dreams is at hand
nothing and no one will bind us from this band
because of the power i have vested in it
it will never separate us, forever
yet, he has lost all his strenght to fight it..
the foul smell of the creosote
is penetrating into my pale skin
this is indeed the end of our time
this is what's left in me, my slumber hours,
our forever broken vows..
© 2007 | jeelchristine poems
The Gate
the putrid breathe of the dead she smells
upon the rock where rested her lover's grave
she stood still as she reads his epitaph
but she's trying to be tough
fighting the lies from her tears
forgetting her frightful childhood fears
to be left behind by the love of her life
she knows that he was a sacrifice
that she cant afford to leave behind
destiny's cruelty she ought to mind
but she never did so
she failed to fight and find the foe
the weakness in her heart makes her strong
but not enough for revenge to tag along
she believes not in death but in everlasting life
the life that was promised by the light
just before her wings turned black
and thrown in the earth's withered ground
they were so madly deeply in love
but they were trapped in the illusions of luck
a mortal and an immortal lovers can never end up together
but still they struggled to fight forever
and they traveled the dimness of the night
amidst the darkness they knew that they weren't alone
the eyes of the enemy were fixed on them
yet they fought every snare the enemy makes
surrounded by the remains of the temple
they prayed that someday they will surpass them all
and finally reach the gates of the immortal call
never did they fear that they may go on separate ways
because of their strong love that always lays
firmly they walked through the gate
so that they will not miss the sacrosanct date
and there his lover was taken away
among the others who lost their way..
© 2007 | jeelchristine poem
Inspired by "AH MY GODDESS: The Movie"
Divergence
There is more to me than what you see.
Scarred with the pain that inflicts me
Devouring my wandering soul,
Underneath the shadows I call my own.
Despite all I've been through, I never quit
I have fought hard enough for me to sit
I suddenly see my self standing in the new world
I doubt if I belong.
I've wondered if I have a place here
A place I can call my own.
I've searched hard enough to find my home
But for now, I don't know where I belong
Do I belong?
Most of you don't really understand
What I'm going trough now is tough
Perhaps you know nothing of me at all
I've still yet to find what I'm capable of
My sense of purpose is confusing me
What am I destined for tomorrow?
Clueless, is this my direction?
Quite a diverged road I'm walking into now.
This divergence will take me there,
Hopefully to the place I shall call my home
© 2007 | jeelchristine poems
Caught Off Guard
[Copied from my Multiply, posted Aug 18, '08 9:59 PM for everyone]
Bo Sanchez caught me off guard again!!!
Well, boredom sparked me off to find Bo Sanchez in my room.
(Not that he is in my room in person! LOL)
I found bunch of forgotten Kerygma magazines, issues from 2001 to 2006, pilling on my shelf. Bo Sanchez was once my favorite and still my favorite now. I never actually bought his books. Never! But I've pretty much read all of his books. Yeah, I spend time scanning and reading his books inside National Bookstore. So like I read them there! Yep, I don't give a damn about standing for hours reading, as long as I'm not alone in the endeavor. Yeah others are with me doing the same thing.
So I thought I never had his books until now. Gosh! I had one. Man how glad I am! It was given to me by a friend on my birthday. I must have forgotten. Yeah! Too bad I can't remember when was that or what year. Oh well, as boredom struck me, I read it and I could just remember how I actually reacted on the book.
Smitten! With a heavy blow on the face from my very own bare knuckle!
I'm inlove again with Bo's work like I have always been.
So here's my favorite part from the book. Love to share it with you guys.
From: How To Stop Blame And Find Your Personal Power
When I was in Indonesia, I rode an Elephant for the first time.
What an experience to be on top of that beautiful animal.
But here's what amazed me more: How could a 6-ton beast be held
captive by a flimsy rope tied to his foot? All he had to do was sneeze hard
enough and the rope would snap. But like a tiny puppy, the elephant would
just stay there.
Later, I found out why.
When the elephant was a tiny baby, that rope was strong enough to
hold him captive.
At the beginning, little jumbo pulled and pulled against the rope-but
all in vain. Finally, the baby elephant concluded that all effort was useless.
So even when he grew in size and power-and can now actually cut that
rope with a careless jerk of its foot-it won't. Why? Because the rope isn't tied
to its body.
The rope is tied to its mind.
This phenomenon is called "Learned Helplessness" and it doesn't only
happen to elephants. It also happens to human beings. After many failed
attempts, we give up. And we blame the rope for our misery.
Friend, what are the ropes in your life?
Remember: It's not tied to your body. It's tied to your mind. So you
can't untie it in reality without untying it in your mind first.
You can do that only through the opposite of Learned Helplessness...
LEARNED POWER!
I'm just reminded of the time when I thought that I could never face my fear, which was my trauma for almost 11 years.
I wasn't tied to any rope at all but tied to my mind.
I'm just glad there was one person who had helped me on realizing what learned power is. I owe him a lot. He is my teacher, my second father, my friend, and my idol!
Woooo..enough praises.
He's just ordinary man but with extraordinary heart.
A very holistic peron. That's what he is.
Thanks a lot.
You know who you are!
Is The Quest For Knowledge An Opiate?
So I've seen a video entitled "Dangerous knowledge" from a fellow Multiplier. It was about a great mathematician who became insane on his quest for knowledge about the mystery of Infinity.
The question is:
Is knowledge at some point dangerous?
Could it be that It isn't at all knowledge but knowledge at its utmost point of inquiry or knowledge at its extreme point of mystery about to be found fierce to the point of bringing his inquirer to the madness of insanity?or to the realm of skepticism and doubt?
If Plato believed in the Theory of Recollection, could it be likely that recollection of what was perfect, which our unembodied spirit lived with very hard to do?
Is the craving for truth addictive that at some point leaves a person not to stop from acquiring it? That at some point transforms the believer to disbelief, doubt, and skepticism?
What about this so called "linear line of thinking" which the modern world has muchly accepted, while the initial instinctual thinking has been long time ago placed into the foulness of oblivion. Does it lead us to madness? Could it be the culprit of ADHD, Anti-Social behavior, Autism, Depression, Addiction and the like?
Living In A Horrible Society
photo taken from Angelspit
CRIME AND POVERTY..
A LAW EACH DAY (Keeps Trouble Away)
By Jose C. Sison
Friday, June 13, 2008
(more...)
Crimes committed due to extreme want or hunger or for purely economic reasons are usually those crimes against property like stealing and other fraudulent schemes to obtain somebody else's belongings and resources. The most common examples of this kind of crimes are the pickpockets or bag or cell phone snatchers and illegal recruiters. (READ MORE..)
The question is:
WHAT HORRIBLE CIRCUMSTANCES CAUSED HIM TO DO THIS HORRIBLE ACTS?
The answers are:
1. Every individual exist in a continually changing world of experiences of which he is the center.
2. The organism reacts to the field as it is experienced and perceived. This perceptual field is, for the individual "REALITY"
3. The organism reacts as an organized whole to this phenomenal field.
4. The organism has basic tendency for and striving -- to actualize, MAINTAIN and enhance the experiencing organism.
5. The behavior is basically goal-directed attempt to the organism to satisfy its needs as experienced, in the field are perceived.
BUT!
6. Human beings have choices and are responsible for the acts committed.
Friends Vs. Leeches
photo taken from Angelspit
Sometimes, you cannot trust people around you. So make sure who your real friends are and cut all the leeches out.
I was still on my first year in the Psychology program where I experienced being betrayed by a friend, not just any friend but a close friend. It was then that I learned my lesson, that I cant trust anyone. I have lots of friends, but I know too well who my real friends are.
"Bring not every man into thine house: for the deceitful man hath many trains. Like as a partridge taken [and kept] in a cage, so is the heart of the proud; and like as a spy, watcheth he for thy fall: For he lieth in wait, and turneth good into evil, and in things worthy praise will lay blame upon thee. Of a spark of fire a heap of coals is kindled: and a sinful man layeth wait for blood. Take heed of a mischievous man, for he worketh wickedness; lest he bring upon thee a perpetual blot. Receive a stranger into thine house, and he will disturb thee, and turn thee out of thine own."
(Apocrypha: Sirach 11:29-34: Careful In choosing Friends.)
Jerkhood: Women Always Blamed
Genesis 2 :4-25 Creation second tale –The garden of Eden _ Genèse 2 :4-25 Création second tale - Le jardin d’Eden
God asked, "Have you eaten from the tree that I commanded you not to eat from?"
Adam replied, "This woman you put here with me gave me a fruit from the tree, and I ate it."
In other words, the woman is to blame!
Want evidences?
1.
Don't blame girls, women
By Jacqueline E. Woods
The American Association of University Women (AAUW) is troubled by recent suggestions that girls and women are somehow to blame for the fact that boys are not excelling in certain academic areas. Is there a "gender war" being waged against boys, as some have claimed?
Gender inequity in education is a complex issue. Two years ago, AAUW published "Beyond the 'Gender Wars,' " a summary of the views of some of America's foremost researchers of boys and girls regarding a range of gender-equity questions. One of the major conclusions shared by these researchers was that we do not need to "fix the boys" or "fix the girls."
2.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Blame the woman
Once again, women are simply too fat and too old, according to this recent article about rising maternal mortality rates in England. Oh, and they have the audacity to want a natural birth--which of course the article didn't bother to define--another alleged culprit behind rising mortality rates!
From the article:
But some medical staff and patient groups also fear the NHS's policy to encourage "natural" birth without medical assistance is putting women at risk by denying them medical care in pregnancy and labour. Professor James Dornan, director of foetal medicine at the Royal Maternity hospital in Belfast, said: "Nature dictates that one in every 100 women will die while having a baby. The mortality rate in parts of Africa is now about 850 to 1,000 per 100,000. Left to nature that is what nature will do. I believe in women having choice but it has got to be informed choice.
3.
From The Sunday Times
November 25, 2007
Maternity deaths rise
Sarah-Kate Templeton
THE number of maternity deaths in Britain has increased over the past three years with doctors blaming increasing obesity, older mothers and the drive towards "natural" birth.
4.
Blame The Woman
Susan Estrich
It's all her fault. She made him do it. Don't blame Paul Wolfowitz, World Bank President, for his breach of ethics in negotiating a transfer and pay raise for his longtime girlfriend. Blame her.
That is, essentially, what Mr. Wolfowitz argued in his response to the highly critical report from the committee investigating his actions. She was the villain, not him. Ms. Riza was so "extremely angry and upset," that the ethics panel that reviewed the question of whether she could remain in her position, and concluded she couldn't, was afraid to confront her themselves, leaving it to him to handle the details of moving her out of her job. "Its [the ethics committee's] members did not want to deal with a very angry Ms. Riza, whose career was being damaged as a result of their decision," Wolfowitz writes in his written response to the just-released report. "It would only be human nature for them to want to steer clear of her." As for the resolution he reached, Wolfowitz argues that he was forced to grant her a $50,000 annual pay raise as part of the transfer not because he wanted to, but because her "intractable position" left him with no choice if he hoped to preempt his girlfriend from suing him.
I wish she had.
5.
Women Are to Blame
Abdul Rahman Al-Samari • Al-Jazirah
Visit any mall or market in this country and you will find out that the overwhelming majority of shoppers are women.
Being the customer targeted by every merchant and business, it is no wonder that the country is now awash with shops selling everything of possible interest to women.
Being the driving force behind the mushrooming shopping centers, women are also responsible for bringing into the country armies of salesmen, distributors, drivers, promoters and others involved in commerce. All of them are of course foreigners. Promotional campaigns targeting women alone are not confined to our cities but are normal in Cairo, Beirut, Dubai, Paris and London.
Not content with what they can carry, many women are accompanied by servants pushing large loaded trolleys filled with all kinds of goods. It is as if the shops would close tomorrow and never open again.
On an average, between 30 and 50 percent of the things purchased will remain in their plastic bags and wrapping until the time comes for them to be thrown away, never having been used. Once at home, there are some women who sift through the contents to determine what is useful and what is not. They will soon discover that unneeded items have been purchased and in the end, only part of what has been bought will be kept. Some working women with salaries of SR14,000 a month do not hesitate to spend that entire amount on shopping.
Banks, too, have entered the game, providing women with credit cards in order to encourage them to buy more. Not surprisingly, many women end up saddled with huge debts.
In hospitals, women patients outnumber men. Not all of them suffer from physical ailments since many are there for cosmetic and plastic surgery to improve their shape and appearance. Here, too, a thriving business has developed with doctors' appointment diaries fully booked for months, if not years.
A newcomer in the business is restaurants, many of which have opened special family sections that in some cases occupy a space larger than all the rest of the restaurant itself. Were it not for our spendthrift women who lavish on everything once money flows into their hands, we wouldn't have these millions of foreign workers.
6.
Italy: The Energy of Outrage
As economy falters, women made to blame
by Maria Nadotti
Does Berlusconi expect his wife Veronica to "buy cheaper goods"? Corbis Sygma
Guess who Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi suddenly cares about? "The Voghera housewife." Voghera is the equivalent of a small, somewhat provincial U.S. city, and most Italian politicians contemptuously regard "housewives" as incarnating the lowest form of civic consciousness - e.g., dumb.
But housewives or not, Italian women are smarter - and now angrier - than politicians think.
For instance, we know all too well about the increasing poverty the Euro monetary system has created in Italy: financial speculation, a skyrocketing increase in the cost of living, plus runaway growth in unemployment and "flexibility," a euphemism meaning "disposable and redundant" when applied to the labor force. Meanwhile, Italians face the erosion of their welfare state - formerly one of the most efficient social-services delivery systems in Europe - due to brutal cuts in public funds and increasing privatization of such services as education and health. Especially for women - employed, unemployed, working at home, native-born, or immigrant - this is a crisis.
Are women always blamed? What about the men?
Larry Crab in his book THE SILENCE OF ADAM, says that that Adam didn't protect Eve. Instead, Adam remained silent. He could have said "Sweatheart, what are you doing talking to that slimy Mr. Snake? I'm your husband and I will not just stand here while he lies to you and robs you. I will protect you. Stand back while I whack that creature on his head."
Did Adam ever took responsibilty for having eaten the fruit?
According to Bo Sanchez, men have not taken responsibility for the spiritual life of their families, and that men have not been aggressive enough to care for ther wives, their children and there communities.
What do men do then?
Where is then people's sense of responsibility?
Women! Speak! Are we to blame?
Maria Full of Grace (2004)
Under the direction of Joshua Martson a “painfully real, yes, but, yes full of grace” says Ton Sison, rated Grade A- movie based on a true story of a 17 year old Columbia teenager, produced by the GUILLED production company and HBO FILMS which hits the screen on 2004.
Maria shares her meager wage to support her grandmother, her mom and her single-mom sister, all of whom are unemployed, who are however all complaining about her meager wage. Nevertheless, she quits her job when her boss stops allowing her to go to the comfort room. And she apologizes to her boss and begs mercy to get her job back. And, to add more of the burden she’s carrying, she becomes pregnant from Juan, his certified loser boyfriend who proposes to marry her. However, she refuses the marriage proposal and stands firm in her belief to only marry the man whom she loves.
Maria asks her friend to help her find a job as a maid, and along the way, she meets Franklin, a motorcyclists, from a party. The scumbag Franklin takes advantage of her recent situation and gives her a fake US Visa and $5,000 in exchange for smuggling drugs. Maria, being attach to the Drug lord, ignoring the dangers of drugs, she ingests 62 nuggets of heroin sealed with latex and dental floss, and takes off to New York City. Moreover, when the plane lands, she is interrogated by the police and fortunately, the baby in her womb saves her from being x-rayed.
Then she meets the drug lord to a hotel, and she would be given money and she flies away. Another young drug smuggler died whereas Maria and another drug smuggler named Bianca panic and take off with drugs on hand and seeks shelter to the dead fellow smuggler’s sister’s home without even telling Carla, the sister the real reason why her sibling dies. Although the pregnant Carla doubts Maria but helps her anyway. Maria in the movie is faced with challenges each day. How long can Maria conceals the truth of the death of Carla’s sister? she is faced with difficult decisions, to go back home to live in poverty again or hits the United States and start a new life.
The movie is all about the oppression of the poor in Columbia and even here in the Philippines and in other countries as well such as in Africa, Nigeria and other countries that are experiencing oppression. The movie is indeed sad, and painful for my part as a teenager. Sometimes because of poverty we cling to no option but enter the dangerous road in order for us to survive in this world where domination, coercion, pain and hunger is very evident. As Kurt Goldstein would have theorized the Organismic Valuing Process, that individuals will doing anything for maintenance and survival.
Others find security in drugs and alcohol, and in smoking. In turn teenagers commit suicide because of the inability to find meaning in life, and in suffering. Another problem is pre-marital sex that leads to early pregnancy like what happen to Maria.
Says Ton Sison in his review “When you are poor, oppressed woman in a cruel world, you have nothing. Nothing but grace.”
I will leave my readers an excerpt from the Song “Hearts of the Innocent” by Kutless:
“I’m looking down into the eyes of hopelessness. They’re crying out to me. I see the pain, its so much more the youth should know. It tears me apart. What can I do to change what I see? This vicious cycle must come to an end.”
All of us are challenged to make a difference and change what we see. And the question is left for us to answer as teenagers and creation of God, What can I do to change what I see?
Maria Full of Grace (2004)
With Great Freedom Comes Great Responsibility
photo taken from Angelspit
I don't care what you do as long as you do it. Do it to your best and make it happen. Don't worry about what else thinks. Just do your thing. Your art will most likely appeal to people you haven't met..and that's really exciting. Turn the introjections off. And come out from your shell. Life is too short.
Do it with responsibility because with Great Freedom comes Great Responsibility. Do it and be ready for the consequences of you actions.
There was once a boy who kept on obeying his mother, to the extent to losing his self. He does things that he is asked to do even though he does it without happiness. Until there came a time when he finally burst to realization to get his life back. One day his mother asked him to do something for her. His mother was shocked with the son's reply. "No mother. I've been doing anything you say without even asking me if I want to do it. I do things for you and do nothing for me. It's about time I get my life back." He said it with courage.
The mother replied, "Did you ever thought about the consequences of your actions son? For this I will punish you!"
He replied. "I am ready." He never felt so happy his entire life until then.
That is what I meant by "With Great Freedom comes Great Responsibility.
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hbrbg...
[Blog entry is copy pasted from my previous blogsite, posted Aug. 26, 2008]
Art is Beauty
photo from Angelspit
Find the beauty in all things. If it's not there, look closer. If you still cannot find it, broaden your definition of "Beauty". Indeed, It is the quest of the artist to seek out new forms of beauty and bring it to public--even though they may be grotesque.
So I don't wanna be criticized or judged on my arts and on the arts that I like because my taste of arts is different, just as my taste of music deviates from the mainstream music. Because music for me is an art no matter how weird and how noisy they can be in other's opinion, but its not for me.
Art is an expression of beauty and of self.
mood: annoyed
music: Syncron City
[blog entry taken from my previous blogsite, posted Aug. 25, 2008]
A Satorai
Then I found the irony of it.
For the past few days, I have lived like a prisoner. To jail my self is good. It felt good to be alone. It gave me more time to think and to understand what has been happening around me and within me. As much as I hate being jailed, and without freedom, I have locked up my self in solitary confinement a long time ago and I just didn't notice. Why have I not noticed that? because I was too afraid to see the truth. Because It may hurt me the way it hurts me now.
Then all the memories came to me, lurking in my mind as if they are about to slit me to death to realize they're nature. I finally found one piece of the puzzle I have been looking for. I found one to be added to the puzzle of my life. Damn It hurts. I remember every detail of what has befall me. I remember everything that has lead me to where I am now. They taught me to live in seclusion and I am living their words but all lies. They use a lie to manipulate me and I only allowed them to. Only a fool would believe something he doesn't fully understand. And I have been a fool all those years. What a shame!
my dream girl..;)
She's clever, witty, silly, beautiful inside and out, intelligent, creative, friendly, sexy, and respected..=)..Above all, she's Malloreigh..unique in her own way.
jeelchristine's Johari Window!
here is the latest update
Arena(known to self and others) accepting, calm, cheerful, friendly, happy | Blind Spot(known only to others) caring, clever, confident, dependable, helpful, idealistic, independent, intelligent, kind, knowledgeable, logical, mature, modest, observant, powerful, quiet, reflective, relaxed, religious, responsive, searching, sensible, silly, spontaneous, trustworthy, warm, wise |
Façade(known only to self) | Unknown(known to nobody) able, adaptable, bold, brave, complex, dignified, energetic, extroverted, giving, ingenious, introverted, loving, nervous, organised, patient, proud, self-assertive, self-conscious, sentimental, shy, sympathetic, tense, witty |
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You can make your own Johari Window, or view jeelchristine's full data.
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Carl Gustav Jung's Dream
Hey guys! Before I’ll start with Jung’s dream I’d like to tell you that he is my favorite Psychologist. I’ve read about his works when I was still at the moment of my decision making of what course I might take for college. Indeed his works influenced me to pursue psychology, and that’s why I’m here in its grasp. Anyways, Jung’s interest somewhat paralleled to mine. Jung is the only psychologist who first considered hope in his works though he never emphasized it. Moreover, according to Victor Von Weizsaecker, it was Jung who first understood that psychoanalysis belonged within the domain of religion. That his theories compose the view on God as part of the Collective Unconscious and thereby present anybody’s psyche. He also emphasized that the process of integration is a state whereby anybody would want to reach. Thus wholeness is the everybody’s goal. Jung first got his idea on the collective unconscious when he had a dream, which Freud interpreted, and that which he disagreed. This occurred when Freud and Jung were both invited to lecture at Clark University in Worcester, Massachusetts .and for seven weeks, they spent talking and processing each other’s dreams.
Quoted under is Jung’s dream:
“He dreamt that he was on the top floor of an old house, well furnished and with fine paintings on the walls. He marvelled that this should be his house and thought 'Not bad!' But then it occurred to him that he had no idea what the lower floor was like, so he went down to see. There everything was much older. The furnishings were medieval and everything was rather dark. He thought, 'Now I really must explore the whole house.' He looked closely at the floor. It was made of stone slabs, and in one of these he discovered a ring. When he pulled it, the slab lifted, and he saw some narrow stone steps leading down into the depths. He went down and entered a low cave cut out of the rock. Bones and broken pottery were scattered about in the dust, the remains of a primitive culture, and he found two human skulls, obviously very old and half-disintegrated. Then he awoke-----”
To Jung, the house was an image of the Psyche. The top floor he called the conscious personality, whereas the lower floor he called the personal unconscious, while the deepest and darkest level he called the collective unconscious.
Wow! Amazing interpretation!