Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The Plutchik Wheel of Emotions

The Plutchik Wheel of Emotions

This beautiful picture is called The Plutchik Wheel of Emotions. If you concentrate on the center circle, you will see six types of emotions. The emotions are paired against each other. Like opposite of ecstasy, there's grief. Definitely worth a look.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Reblogged: Date A Girl Who Reads

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes." 
 
-Rosemarie Urquico.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Dreams

We all have a hundred dreams... Some of us want to be as rich as never having to check a price tag. Some of us want our names down in history books. Some of us want to be a celebrity everybody respects. And some of us just seem to want to win a heart...


When we dream, naturally we are the heroes of a movie script well written. Fragments of ideas and images lead us to lose so much time daydreaming. And before we know it, the moon is shining outside and we realise that we wasted so much time thinking up stuff like kids, stuff that probably would never happen.

As time passes, you cut short on your dreams. You realise all the things u wanted to do are not as easy as they once seemed.. The world is so cruel that you are maybe just 18 yet and still it lets you know that dreams are mostly for dreaming. We end some dreams, some of them are completely shattered, and just a little bit of them is accomplished. And when a dream finally becomes reality, you often never look at it like a dream.

Most dreams end when you realise that the world doesn't run the way you want it, it runs the way it wants. There ARE some exceptional people who manage to spin with the world, and get it all... That person is the real winner in your eyes. The one who achieves his dreams... Maybe that was Mark Zuckerberg, maybe that could be you, and that one guy was almost me.

Dreams may divert you from your reality, but still, you may say that it is important to dream, to aim. It is important to dream because if you dream, you might just get it all. Even if it's to lose it all again some day. But no matter what, a little dreaming gets you closer to being the person you always wanted to be. And if nothing else, you'll emerge as a better person.

In the end I'd like to say what many great men have said. Dreams are not those you see when you are asleep, Dreams are those which don't let you sleep.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

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The sun must rise but the sun must set,
insects fly but some are caught in the net.
Some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,
no matter what, someday, every leaf must fall..

Keep clinging to the rock, let go and you die.
Because sometimes you trip and dont get back up if you try.
Scream, shout, breakdown and start crying.
Atleast to yourself, you can stop lying.
Because some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,
no matter what, someday, every leaf must fall..

Feel the rush and feel the whipping cold wind.
Driving on the higway and you start to sing.
Get pleased with every beautiful flower you see,
the lesser ones dont have thorns maybe...
Some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,
no matter what, someday, every leaf must fall..

Give up, give in, don't make the climb.
And be sure all you did wasn't worth a dime.
Keep trying and you might have a chance to deserve,
Fail you may but still get things to preserve.
Some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,

But try and stand up, for you may just get it all..

Just too many..

When you're lonely, sick and tired,
you feel now you cant even try..
Coz there is only so much of happiness,
But too many vultures in the sky.

When you feel you're lying down and deep,
you just wish you could fly up high..
But there is only so much love here,
and too many people walking by..

You must pray for the rain to fall,
or you can just lose it all..
Coz there's only so much you can grow,
But just too many seeds to sow..

And you wish you could now decide,
what you want and what you really need.
You have to figure out what to do,
coz there's just too many people who bleed..

Friday, December 17, 2010

Requiem for a dream

Requiem [ˈrɛkwɪˌɛm]n
1. Mass celebrated for the dead
2. Musical setting of this Mass
3. A piece of music composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person or persons

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When your one move changes your life,
cut walking on the edge of a knife,
Who can you blame but your own foolishness?
Only the sole creator of your own mess.

Replaying the move a hundred thousand ways,
wishing day-dreaming would change the past days.
They can never see, they cannot understand,
cannot fathom the gravity of their demand.

Hopes and hearts, just put on fire,
forced to walk on ash of desires.
No matter how i hide, how far i run..
I find no peace, and nothing's called fun.

Wherever I go, I only hope to see,
impossible moments, whats wrong with me?
No matter what they say, what they pretend,
no matter what I do now, this must be the end.