English Translation
Monday, August 29, 2011
As you were dashing on the ground, your back
Was freer then the clouds that floated in the sky
And in the light that illuminates everything, I could even see
The square letters lined up in your notebook
I didn't understand the feeling known as love
So this moment in time that wouldn't return again
Taught me its meaning
I'll sear the days that I sprnt with you into my chest
So that I'll be all right even if I don't recall them
Even if I were to fall in love with someone else, someday
You'd always be special and important to me
And this season would come around again
When we first talked together after school
I was searching for your smile that no-one else knew about
For some reason, my chest felt painful
To your cheerful voice far away
I feared changing
I felt that we could always stay friends
I thought that there was no such thing as an ending
Within the endless time, the fact that I was able to meet you
Made me stronger than anything else
Even if I were to make a desperate run for tomorrow
You'd always be special and important to me
And this season would come about again
Since the summer when you told me you'll never forget
Time has passed and just now, my tears came spilling down
I'll sear the days that I spent with you into my chest
So that I'll be all right even if I don't recall them
Even if I were to fall in love with someone else someday
You'd always be special and important to me
And this season would come around again
Was freer then the clouds that floated in the sky
And in the light that illuminates everything, I could even see
The square letters lined up in your notebook
I didn't understand the feeling known as love
So this moment in time that wouldn't return again
Taught me its meaning
I'll sear the days that I sprnt with you into my chest
So that I'll be all right even if I don't recall them
Even if I were to fall in love with someone else, someday
You'd always be special and important to me
And this season would come around again
When we first talked together after school
I was searching for your smile that no-one else knew about
For some reason, my chest felt painful
To your cheerful voice far away
I feared changing
I felt that we could always stay friends
I thought that there was no such thing as an ending
Within the endless time, the fact that I was able to meet you
Made me stronger than anything else
Even if I were to make a desperate run for tomorrow
You'd always be special and important to me
And this season would come about again
Since the summer when you told me you'll never forget
Time has passed and just now, my tears came spilling down
I'll sear the days that I spent with you into my chest
So that I'll be all right even if I don't recall them
Even if I were to fall in love with someone else someday
You'd always be special and important to me
And this season would come around again
Jung at heart.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
So for Sociology class, my professor suggested students take the Jungian Typology test to determine our learning types. I figured it would be fun to share the results with my blog :)
I have to say I have been taking these test for years and my results have always been the same. After reading the descriptions I am quite confident in its accuracy. :D
INTP
In this description it is referred to as "The Architect".
"Architects need not be thought of as only interested in drawing blueprints for buildings or roads or bridges. They are the master designers of all kinds of theoretical systems, including school curricula, corporate strategies, and new technologies. For Architects, the world exists primarily to be analyzed, understood, explained - and re-designed. External reality in itself is unimportant, little more than raw material to be organized into structural models. What is important for Architects is that they grasp fundamental principles and natural laws, and that their designs are elegant, that is, efficient and coherent.
Architects are rare - maybe one percent of the population - and show the greatest precision in thought and speech of all the types. They tend to see distinctions and inconsistencies instantaneously, and can detect contradictions no matter when or where they were made. It is difficult for an Architect to listen to nonsense, even in a casual conversation, without pointing out the speaker's error. And in any serious discussion or debate Architects are devastating, their skill in framing arguments giving them an enormous advantage. Architects regard all discussions as a search for understanding, and believe their function is to eliminate inconsistencies, which can make communication with them an uncomfortable experience for many.
Ruthless pragmatists about ideas, and insatiably curious, Architects are driven to find the most efficient means to their ends, and they will learn in any manner and degree they can. They will listen to amateurs if their ideas are useful, and will ignore the experts if theirs are not. Authority derived from office, credential, or celebrity does not impress them. Architects are interested only in what make sense, and thus only statements that are consistent and coherent carry any weight with them.
Architects often seem difficult to know. They are inclined to be shy except with close friends, and their reserve is difficult to penetrate. Able to concentrate better than any other type, they prefer to work quietly at their computers or drafting tables, and often alone. Architects also become obsessed with analysis, and this can seem to shut others out. Once caught up in a thought process, Architects close off and persevere until they comprehend the issue in all its complexity. Architects prize intelligence, and with their grand desire to grasp the structure of the universe, they can seem arrogant and may show impatience with others who have less ability, or who are less driven."
An additional description...
"INTPs are pensive, analytical folks. They may venture so deeply into thought as to seem detached, and often actually are oblivious to the world around them.
Precise about their descriptions, INTPs will often correct others (or be sorely tempted to) if the shade of meaning is a bit off. While annoying to the less concise, this fine discrimination ability gives INTPs so inclined a natural advantage as, for example, grammarians and linguists.
INTPs are relatively easy-going and amenable to almost anything until their principles are violated, about which they may become outspoken and inflexible. They prefer to return, however, to a reserved albeit benign ambiance, not wishing to make spectacles of themselves.
A major concern for INTPs is the haunting sense of impending failure. They spend considerable time second-guessing themselves. The open-endedness (from Perceiving) conjoined with the need for competence (NT) is expressed in a sense that one's conclusion may well be met by an equally plausible alternative solution, and that, after all, one may very well have overlooked some critical bit of data. An INTP arguing a point may very well be trying to convince himself as much as his opposition. In this way INTPs are markedly different from INTJs, who are much more confident in their competence and willing to act on their convictions.
Mathematics is a system where many INTPs love to play, similarly languages, computer systems--potentially any complex system. INTPs thrive on systems. Understanding, exploring, mastering, and manipulating systems can overtake the INTP's conscious thought. This fascination for logical wholes and their inner workings is often expressed in a detachment from the environment, a concentration where time is forgotten and extraneous stimuli are held at bay. Accomplishing a task or goal with this knowledge is secondary.
INTPs and Logic -- One of the tipoffs that a person is an INTP is her obsession with logical correctness. Errors are not often due to poor logic -- apparent faux pas in reasoning are usually a result of overlooking details or of incorrect context."
To take this and find out for yourself head over to humanmetrics.com and click on Jungian Typology, upper left.
I have to say I have been taking these test for years and my results have always been the same. After reading the descriptions I am quite confident in its accuracy. :D
INTP
In this description it is referred to as "The Architect".
"Architects need not be thought of as only interested in drawing blueprints for buildings or roads or bridges. They are the master designers of all kinds of theoretical systems, including school curricula, corporate strategies, and new technologies. For Architects, the world exists primarily to be analyzed, understood, explained - and re-designed. External reality in itself is unimportant, little more than raw material to be organized into structural models. What is important for Architects is that they grasp fundamental principles and natural laws, and that their designs are elegant, that is, efficient and coherent.
Architects are rare - maybe one percent of the population - and show the greatest precision in thought and speech of all the types. They tend to see distinctions and inconsistencies instantaneously, and can detect contradictions no matter when or where they were made. It is difficult for an Architect to listen to nonsense, even in a casual conversation, without pointing out the speaker's error. And in any serious discussion or debate Architects are devastating, their skill in framing arguments giving them an enormous advantage. Architects regard all discussions as a search for understanding, and believe their function is to eliminate inconsistencies, which can make communication with them an uncomfortable experience for many.
Ruthless pragmatists about ideas, and insatiably curious, Architects are driven to find the most efficient means to their ends, and they will learn in any manner and degree they can. They will listen to amateurs if their ideas are useful, and will ignore the experts if theirs are not. Authority derived from office, credential, or celebrity does not impress them. Architects are interested only in what make sense, and thus only statements that are consistent and coherent carry any weight with them.
Architects often seem difficult to know. They are inclined to be shy except with close friends, and their reserve is difficult to penetrate. Able to concentrate better than any other type, they prefer to work quietly at their computers or drafting tables, and often alone. Architects also become obsessed with analysis, and this can seem to shut others out. Once caught up in a thought process, Architects close off and persevere until they comprehend the issue in all its complexity. Architects prize intelligence, and with their grand desire to grasp the structure of the universe, they can seem arrogant and may show impatience with others who have less ability, or who are less driven."
An additional description...
"INTPs are pensive, analytical folks. They may venture so deeply into thought as to seem detached, and often actually are oblivious to the world around them.
Precise about their descriptions, INTPs will often correct others (or be sorely tempted to) if the shade of meaning is a bit off. While annoying to the less concise, this fine discrimination ability gives INTPs so inclined a natural advantage as, for example, grammarians and linguists.
INTPs are relatively easy-going and amenable to almost anything until their principles are violated, about which they may become outspoken and inflexible. They prefer to return, however, to a reserved albeit benign ambiance, not wishing to make spectacles of themselves.
A major concern for INTPs is the haunting sense of impending failure. They spend considerable time second-guessing themselves. The open-endedness (from Perceiving) conjoined with the need for competence (NT) is expressed in a sense that one's conclusion may well be met by an equally plausible alternative solution, and that, after all, one may very well have overlooked some critical bit of data. An INTP arguing a point may very well be trying to convince himself as much as his opposition. In this way INTPs are markedly different from INTJs, who are much more confident in their competence and willing to act on their convictions.
Mathematics is a system where many INTPs love to play, similarly languages, computer systems--potentially any complex system. INTPs thrive on systems. Understanding, exploring, mastering, and manipulating systems can overtake the INTP's conscious thought. This fascination for logical wholes and their inner workings is often expressed in a detachment from the environment, a concentration where time is forgotten and extraneous stimuli are held at bay. Accomplishing a task or goal with this knowledge is secondary.
INTPs and Logic -- One of the tipoffs that a person is an INTP is her obsession with logical correctness. Errors are not often due to poor logic -- apparent faux pas in reasoning are usually a result of overlooking details or of incorrect context."
To take this and find out for yourself head over to humanmetrics.com and click on Jungian Typology, upper left.
An open letter to my blog regarding the mistress.
Saturday, August 06, 2011
I have a journal now dear blog of mine. Now I know how it sounds, but trust me, this does not diminish what we have together in the slightest. Here I can come to share my thoughts, without a fear of who see's them. But I don't know. I suppose my journal is good for me for those times when I feel like no one would really care to hear what I have to say or I am too afraid to even admit something to myself and I need to work it out. Maybe I just feel free to ramble more there, to completely ease my mind from the constant stream of thoughts which plague it. I do think a lot you know. But I repeat blog, what we have is special, so there is no need to fear.
Writing has become such an escape for me. I can get my thoughts out even when I feel there isn't a soul out there who cares. And I owe that revelation to you blog. Thank you for always be there to listen.
Writing has become such an escape for me. I can get my thoughts out even when I feel there isn't a soul out there who cares. And I owe that revelation to you blog. Thank you for always be there to listen.
Trufax.
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
“And from that day forward, women embraced their diversity and realized that all shapes and sizes are beautiful. Ah ha ha. No. I’m totally messing with you. All Beyonce and JLo have done is add to the laundry list of attributes women must have to qualify as beautiful. Now every girl is expected to have Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama, and doll tits. The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes.”
-Tina Fey.
-Tina Fey.
Ramble of confusion.
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
I'm confused. I really am. It won't surprise you to hear the topic of which I am confused. It's that oh so familiar topic that has come up on oh so many minds on lonely nights. Love.
I really don't even know where to begin in explaining my confusion. I think of the topic and immediately thoughts start rushing out like water from a broken dam.
It's hard for me to talk about this. Not fully understanding it. Usually I like to think on a subject for quite some time before delving into writing about it. I like to really know my viewpoint you know? It is less confusing that way. But love, ah love, it won't have it that way will it? No of course not. Love is never easy.
I want to start with the something that ignited me to write this post: Marriage, or better yet, divorce.
It really scares me to see so many marriages ending. I was raised under fairy tales and happy endings. I am a closeted romantic who despite being unsure of love has always opened her heart to it. Is it only I who finds the crumble of the sanctity of marriage far more than slightly off-putting? I mean I even had a drunken rant about this!
Seriously, though. It is as if marriage is just the next step down relationship highway, with an available exit. How is it so many people can take a vow of forever and still so many people are leaving each other? What happened to for better or worse?
Call me old-fashioned, but I want to wait till I know my love is real. I've always called myself picky, but I suppose that isn't the right word. I just want to know that when I go into something it is for more than a desire to ease my lonely nights. That something inside me, some part of my soul, feels connected to this person in an eternal way.
I guess that is why I was never prepared for a breakup. (Don't worry I will try to keep the break-up talk to a minimum. I only even bring it up because it has a lot to do with my current viewpoints of love, and this being a post about love, it seems unavoidable. )
You see when I told him I loved him, I gave him my heart, and I'm afraid it is something I will never get back. Whether he wants it our not, a piece will always remain with him. I suppose the best I can hope for is that if he loved me like he said, that a piece of his resides in me. But see here is where love gets difficult. If he did love me, why are we over? As I said before, I am in it for the long haul. I don't want to date many people. I have always known what it is that I have wanted and my past relationship only validates that I am right. I want to find a love so beautiful, the earth can only smile in sight of us. So only two conclusions can come from this scenario. Either he never loved me or love can not last. I don't know which one is worse and I have spent too many nights already crying about either option.
So you see this is where I am. Wanting to believe in love but finding it very hard to. How is it possible for someone to feel so strongly about another and the other not reciprocate feelings? and if feelings were reciprocated, how is it they can go away and change? Is it possible that all we know about love is indeed a lie. Maybe we don't have one person made for us. Maybe love can happen between any two people if the timing is right. It doesn't mean you were destined to be together, It means that we as people are one and therefore we reside in each other, and have come to find ourselves here at the same place in time.
I think I am starting to believe that true love does not exist anymore. Maybe a while ago we could see the remains of it, but today society impacts too much of how love is. We are happy with what we have until something seeming better comes along, because society tells us that better is always right. We don't have the perfect life, until we have the perfect stuff. We people have become commodities. That's it. And you can call me cynical that's fine, but I don't see my mind changing.
Too many people are influenced by the world, instead of embracing it. We shouldn't feel pressure from the world, we should feel love. In the end that's what will destroy us. That we, as people, brought an end to love.
I really don't even know where to begin in explaining my confusion. I think of the topic and immediately thoughts start rushing out like water from a broken dam.
It's hard for me to talk about this. Not fully understanding it. Usually I like to think on a subject for quite some time before delving into writing about it. I like to really know my viewpoint you know? It is less confusing that way. But love, ah love, it won't have it that way will it? No of course not. Love is never easy.
I want to start with the something that ignited me to write this post: Marriage, or better yet, divorce.
It really scares me to see so many marriages ending. I was raised under fairy tales and happy endings. I am a closeted romantic who despite being unsure of love has always opened her heart to it. Is it only I who finds the crumble of the sanctity of marriage far more than slightly off-putting? I mean I even had a drunken rant about this!
Seriously, though. It is as if marriage is just the next step down relationship highway, with an available exit. How is it so many people can take a vow of forever and still so many people are leaving each other? What happened to for better or worse?
Call me old-fashioned, but I want to wait till I know my love is real. I've always called myself picky, but I suppose that isn't the right word. I just want to know that when I go into something it is for more than a desire to ease my lonely nights. That something inside me, some part of my soul, feels connected to this person in an eternal way.
I guess that is why I was never prepared for a breakup. (Don't worry I will try to keep the break-up talk to a minimum. I only even bring it up because it has a lot to do with my current viewpoints of love, and this being a post about love, it seems unavoidable. )
You see when I told him I loved him, I gave him my heart, and I'm afraid it is something I will never get back. Whether he wants it our not, a piece will always remain with him. I suppose the best I can hope for is that if he loved me like he said, that a piece of his resides in me. But see here is where love gets difficult. If he did love me, why are we over? As I said before, I am in it for the long haul. I don't want to date many people. I have always known what it is that I have wanted and my past relationship only validates that I am right. I want to find a love so beautiful, the earth can only smile in sight of us. So only two conclusions can come from this scenario. Either he never loved me or love can not last. I don't know which one is worse and I have spent too many nights already crying about either option.
So you see this is where I am. Wanting to believe in love but finding it very hard to. How is it possible for someone to feel so strongly about another and the other not reciprocate feelings? and if feelings were reciprocated, how is it they can go away and change? Is it possible that all we know about love is indeed a lie. Maybe we don't have one person made for us. Maybe love can happen between any two people if the timing is right. It doesn't mean you were destined to be together, It means that we as people are one and therefore we reside in each other, and have come to find ourselves here at the same place in time.
I think I am starting to believe that true love does not exist anymore. Maybe a while ago we could see the remains of it, but today society impacts too much of how love is. We are happy with what we have until something seeming better comes along, because society tells us that better is always right. We don't have the perfect life, until we have the perfect stuff. We people have become commodities. That's it. And you can call me cynical that's fine, but I don't see my mind changing.
Too many people are influenced by the world, instead of embracing it. We shouldn't feel pressure from the world, we should feel love. In the end that's what will destroy us. That we, as people, brought an end to love.
