If you have pleasant memories of the past which turned sour, leave them there. When you have those same elements of that past come by you in the present, keep an open mind.
Release your mind, search yourself.
Those elements are only meant to be reinforced.
I'm Gaijin and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Intuition
I've always wondered how it works. It is it really luck or a series of random situations and consequences that helps us to develop this extra sensory power. Too many close calls in my past have brought me to believe that it is definitely more than mere coincidence.
Its like David Blaine said on one of his shows. The phone rings and you know exactly who it is. Or you're just simply staring at your phone expecting it to ring and a couple of seconds later it does. I was sharing a cigarette with a friend the other day on my balcony when he asked me where my dad was. I said he wasn't home yet and I know when he'd be on the way coz my sister said she'd call when they left. So I knew once she called I'd have to stub the cigarette and head back inside. So we smoked a couple of cigarettes and I wasn't worried in the least bit coz I was expecting her to call. I don't know whether it was random or jus the anticipation of the expectation of that call that made me check. She had sent a message 20 mins ago sayin they were on the way. So we stubbed out and headed back inside. Sure enough my doorbell rings a couple of mins into us steppin back inside. So if id checked my phone a couple of mins later I would have been in the shits considering they weren't expected until a whole lot later.
The other day I was talking to my Dad about some random person and sure enough we bump into him on the road the next day. The odds of which are definitely slim to none. I was talking to a cousin about a friend of mine who lives in another city, I hang up with him and a couple of mins later my friend calls n I haven't spoken to him in ages.
One of the classics that I'd like to deem happened a couple of years ago. I used to sneak out in the middle of the night once in a while to chill with friends. We'd have a quick couple of drinks n then I'd head back coz no matter how adventurous you are the paranoia eventually gets to you. I say paranoia coz in order to enter my room 3 doors have to be opened,the house door, the TV room door and my room door. In order to get to the TV room I have to surpass my parents room. That's the hardest part. Once I'm through the TV room, its the safe zone. Technicalities aside my Dad has always had erratic sleeping habits. Due to the traveling and time differences he many a time wakes up in the middle of the night to watch TV. He chooses to step outta his room coz he doesn't wanna wake my mom. Which doesn't work very well for me. So that night on consuming copious amounts of alcohol I figure I'll slip into my room MI:3 style.
I open door no.1 things seem quiet. On my way past my parent's room I hear a door close. I figure someone's just used the toilet. At this stage the adrenalin kicks into overdrive. In a 10 second dash I find myself behind the room of my door panting real hard when I hear the TV room door open. In a minute the TV is on and my dad is watching the tube. I struggle to imagine how I got away. Its not like I get away with it all the time. I have been caught. But I've definitely escaped more times than I have been caught. What prompted me to leave at that exact time and not a couple of minutes later? Intuition? I'm not quite sure. Yes if id left a couple of minutes before Id have been completely safe. But you can never get enough of a good thing.
There are so many things in this world that I do not understand. But it's definitely some food for thought.
Its like David Blaine said on one of his shows. The phone rings and you know exactly who it is. Or you're just simply staring at your phone expecting it to ring and a couple of seconds later it does. I was sharing a cigarette with a friend the other day on my balcony when he asked me where my dad was. I said he wasn't home yet and I know when he'd be on the way coz my sister said she'd call when they left. So I knew once she called I'd have to stub the cigarette and head back inside. So we smoked a couple of cigarettes and I wasn't worried in the least bit coz I was expecting her to call. I don't know whether it was random or jus the anticipation of the expectation of that call that made me check. She had sent a message 20 mins ago sayin they were on the way. So we stubbed out and headed back inside. Sure enough my doorbell rings a couple of mins into us steppin back inside. So if id checked my phone a couple of mins later I would have been in the shits considering they weren't expected until a whole lot later.
The other day I was talking to my Dad about some random person and sure enough we bump into him on the road the next day. The odds of which are definitely slim to none. I was talking to a cousin about a friend of mine who lives in another city, I hang up with him and a couple of mins later my friend calls n I haven't spoken to him in ages.
One of the classics that I'd like to deem happened a couple of years ago. I used to sneak out in the middle of the night once in a while to chill with friends. We'd have a quick couple of drinks n then I'd head back coz no matter how adventurous you are the paranoia eventually gets to you. I say paranoia coz in order to enter my room 3 doors have to be opened,the house door, the TV room door and my room door. In order to get to the TV room I have to surpass my parents room. That's the hardest part. Once I'm through the TV room, its the safe zone. Technicalities aside my Dad has always had erratic sleeping habits. Due to the traveling and time differences he many a time wakes up in the middle of the night to watch TV. He chooses to step outta his room coz he doesn't wanna wake my mom. Which doesn't work very well for me. So that night on consuming copious amounts of alcohol I figure I'll slip into my room MI:3 style.
I open door no.1 things seem quiet. On my way past my parent's room I hear a door close. I figure someone's just used the toilet. At this stage the adrenalin kicks into overdrive. In a 10 second dash I find myself behind the room of my door panting real hard when I hear the TV room door open. In a minute the TV is on and my dad is watching the tube. I struggle to imagine how I got away. Its not like I get away with it all the time. I have been caught. But I've definitely escaped more times than I have been caught. What prompted me to leave at that exact time and not a couple of minutes later? Intuition? I'm not quite sure. Yes if id left a couple of minutes before Id have been completely safe. But you can never get enough of a good thing.
There are so many things in this world that I do not understand. But it's definitely some food for thought.
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