mixture of my mind
ano daw?
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::my past life diagnosis::
You were female in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Sumatra around the year 1675. Your profession was that of a seaman, cook or carpenter. Your brief psychological profile in your past life:As a natural talent in psychology, you knew how to use your opportunities. Cold-blooded and calm in any situation.The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:The timid, lonely and self-confident people are everywhere, and your task is to overcome these tendencies in yourself and then to help other people.
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Friday, April 02, 2004
funny completely to something look back on memory that your refreshes.
Imagine yourself sitting where you are, just sitting, and you are here with me. Just stay still. Quiet.
It’s so still.
It’s so tranquil in the parking area beside the mall. It’s 2:30 and there’s no one around. No people; just the two of us. Just us, this vast space, our pack of cigarettes, your leftover mocha frap, the dead mall-building, and of course, the sky.
The moon is the light.
There are occasional shooting stars that would amaze anyone who catches it dart aimlessly into cosmic space until it disappears (seeming like it’s injected to a pillow until you don’t know where it went, and you conclude it just traveled to another dimension through a warp, probably). Three of them amazed us. Just feel the stillness; be conscious of your weight, feel the cool breeze swathe you over and conceal you from the other winds (as much as you don’t like missing any of it).
Stay that way for a short while. Just keep on feeling the wind, the cool draft that envelopes you over and over, like it makes you want to stay that way forever.
And then, imagine your hour is still how the hour goes at its pace. This time though, the hour that you know only applies from the strand of your hair, to the surface of your skin, in your head. Same goes with mine. All else’s hour runs only for a minute, such that they consider a full hour what is only a minute for us. So we stay still, sitting in front of each other while counting our hour, but at the same time counting the hour around us.
It becomes daytime in an instant and the sky transitioned from deep blue to a lighter one to red orange to bright yellow like a force just wiped the colors away until the sun in all its dominance made everything visible. People start rushing like fast-forwarded videos, cars flashing in front of our faces that they almost become rays of light because their hours are short, and ours not. So we stay still.
We stay still until it’s night again for everyone, and we on our next hour.
Friday, April 02, 2004
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