Apparently it's been a long time, so, hiya!!
Lately I've been setting myself limits for surfing the internet, blogging, reading, emailing, and instant messaging. That used to be my regular entertainment, so now it feels like I am living in a prison. Sometimes though I escape my own vigilance, as some of you already know, and then good stuff happens
Anyway,I could see how people thought that the stories were true, although they seem kind of atypical to me. I mean I don't know any blog that describes the details of day to day life in so much detail. It takes time to write! Even this lousy post takes time to write.What else did I do? I went jogging two days ago.Interestin, I mean, I run so rarely but I still remembered how to do it.
Well, I guess this will be my run for the year.
I have developed a keen sense of reading people and situations over the years. I am able to read their body language, their aura and sometimes their minds. I have a somewhat heightened awareness of things, sensitive to the timing of events, and in some instances, able to predict if something good or bad may happen soon. It's like the feeling that you know where the story is going even before it unfolds. That is why I always say, "I've read that already." These are all made possible by my gut feel, by listening to my senses and staying in touch with my emotions. And developing this is as tedious and difficult as developing sound reason and reflection.
I do not believe in those who supposedly are gifted with magical powers, able to predict the future or able to understand the paranormal. I believe that everything is already written on the walls and it is up to the person if he or she can decipher it by feeling through it.
While the rest of the world hurriedly albeit lethargically fly off back to school or work, I feel left behind by everything. I am left alone in the house with only my self, a cup of coffee and today's newspapers for company. I imagine my parents, especially my mother, immersing herself with the work left over from the weekend. They say that no one talks to her on a Monday unless it is a matter of life and death. I picture my sister fighting off the hangover from the weekend as she crawls back to the office. Then there's my sister, too, who has to take her quarterly exams today in math, a subject she despises. They are all pretty much busy with something because it is back to the salt mines today. I, however, am back to the solitude I must again face.
A few days here and I am almost back in the world again.
Lately I've been setting myself limits for surfing the internet, blogging, reading, emailing, and instant messaging. That used to be my regular entertainment, so now it feels like I am living in a prison. Sometimes though I escape my own vigilance, as some of you already know, and then good stuff happens
Anyway,I could see how people thought that the stories were true, although they seem kind of atypical to me. I mean I don't know any blog that describes the details of day to day life in so much detail. It takes time to write! Even this lousy post takes time to write.What else did I do? I went jogging two days ago.Interestin, I mean, I run so rarely but I still remembered how to do it.
Well, I guess this will be my run for the year.
I have developed a keen sense of reading people and situations over the years. I am able to read their body language, their aura and sometimes their minds. I have a somewhat heightened awareness of things, sensitive to the timing of events, and in some instances, able to predict if something good or bad may happen soon. It's like the feeling that you know where the story is going even before it unfolds. That is why I always say, "I've read that already." These are all made possible by my gut feel, by listening to my senses and staying in touch with my emotions. And developing this is as tedious and difficult as developing sound reason and reflection.
I do not believe in those who supposedly are gifted with magical powers, able to predict the future or able to understand the paranormal. I believe that everything is already written on the walls and it is up to the person if he or she can decipher it by feeling through it.
While the rest of the world hurriedly albeit lethargically fly off back to school or work, I feel left behind by everything. I am left alone in the house with only my self, a cup of coffee and today's newspapers for company. I imagine my parents, especially my mother, immersing herself with the work left over from the weekend. They say that no one talks to her on a Monday unless it is a matter of life and death. I picture my sister fighting off the hangover from the weekend as she crawls back to the office. Then there's my sister, too, who has to take her quarterly exams today in math, a subject she despises. They are all pretty much busy with something because it is back to the salt mines today. I, however, am back to the solitude I must again face.
A few days here and I am almost back in the world again.
posted by jerk at 2:35 AM
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