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blog post What is ColoR ??
Posted in Colours on Jun 20, 2008 at 10:31 AM
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What Is Color?




In 1666, English scientist Sir Isaac Newton discovered that
when pure white light is passed through a prism, it separates
into all of the visible colors. Newton also found that each color
is comprised of a single wavelength and cannot be separated
any further into other colors.


Further experiments demonstrated that light could be
combined to form other colors. For example, red light
mixed with yellow light creates an orange color. A color
resulting from a mix of two other colors is known as a
metamer. Some colors, such as yellow and purple,
cancel each other out when mixed and result in a white
light. These competing colors are known as complements.


Color Psychology - The Psychological Effects of Color
While perceptions of color are somewhat subjective,
there are some color effects that have universal meaning.
Colors in the red area of the color spectrum
are known as warm colors and include red, orange, and yellow.
These warm colors evoke emotions ranging
from feelings of warmth and comfort to feelings of anger and hostility.


Colors on the blue side of the spectrum are known as cool colors and include
Blue
Purple
&
Green
These colors are often described as calm, but can also call to mind feelings of sadness or
indifference.



Color Psychology as Therapy
Several ancient cultures, including the Egyptians and Chinese, practiced
chromotherapy, or
using colors to heal. Chromotherapy is sometimes referred to as light therapy or
colourology and is still used today as a holistic or alternative treatment.



In this treatment:

||| Red was used to stimulate the body & mind & to increase circulation.
||| Yellow was thought to stimulate the nerves and purify the body.
||| Orange was used to heal the lungs and to increase energy levels.
||| Blue was believed to soothe illnesses and treat pain.
||| Indigo shades were thought to alleviate skin problems.


Most psychologists view color therapy with skepticism and point out that the supposed
effects of color have been exaggerated. Colors also have have different meanings in different
cultures. Research has demonstrated in many cases that the mood-altering effects of color
may only be temporary. A blue room may initially cause feelings of calm, but the effect will
be dissipate after a short period of time.



#The Color Psychology of Green

Green is a cool color that symbolizes nature and the natural world.
Grean also represents tranquility, good luck, health, and jealousy.
Researchers have also found that green can improve reading ability. Some students may find
that laying a transparent sheet of green paper over reading material increases reading speed
and comprehension.
Green has long been a symbol of fertility and was once the preferred color choice for wedding
gowns in the 15th-century. Even today, green M & M's (an American chocolate candy) are
said to send a sexual message.
Green is often used in decorating for its calming effect. For example, guests waiting to appear
on television programs often wait in a “green room” to relax.
Green is thought to relieve stress and help heal. Those who have a green work environment
experience fewer stomachaches.
Consider how green is used in language: green thumb, green with envy, greenhorn.


#The Color Psychology of Blue

Blue is described as a favorite color by many people and is the color most preferred by men.
Blue calls to mind feelings of calmness or serenity. It is often described as peaceful, tranquil,
secure, and orderly.
Blue can also create feelings of sadness or aloofness.
Blue is often used to decorate offices because research has shown that people are more
productive in blue rooms.
Blue is one of the most popular colors, but it is one of the least appetizing. Some weight loss
plans even recommend eating your food off of a blue plate. Blue rarely occurs naturally in food
aside from blueberries and some plums. Also, humans are geared to avoid foods that are
poisonous and blue coloring in food is often a sign of spoilage or poison.
Blue can also lower the pulse rate and body temperature.
Consider how blue is used in language: blue moon, blue Monday, blue blood, the blues, and
blue ribbon.



#The Color Psychology of Purple

Purple is the symbol of royalty and wealth.
Purple also represents wisdom and spirituality.
Purple does not often occur in nature, it can sometimes appear exotic or artificial.



#The Color Psychology of Yellow

Yellow is a bright that is often described as cheery and warm.
Yellow is also the most fatiguing to the eye due to the high amount of light that is reflected.
Using yellow as a background on paper or computer monitors can lead to eyestrain or vision
loss in extreme cases.
Yellow can also create feelings of frustration and anger. While it is considered a cheerful
color, people are more likely to lose their tempers in yellow rooms and babies tend to cry
more in yellow rooms.
Yellow can also increase the metabolism.
Since yellow is the most visible color, it is also the most attention-getting color. Yellow can
be used in small amount to draw notice, such as on traffic sign or advertisements.


#The Color Psychology of Black

Black absorbs all light in the color spectrum.
Black is often used as a symbol of menace or evil, but it is also popular as an indicator of
power. It is used to represent treacherous characters such as Dracula and is often associated
with witchcraft.
Black is associated with death and mourning in many cultures. It is also associated with
unhappiness, sexuality, formality, and sophistication.
In ancient Egypt, black represented life and rebirth.
Black is often used in fashion because of its slimming quality.
Consider how black is used in language: Black Death, blackout, black cat, black list, black
market, black tie, black belt.

and WhAt is Your CoLoR ??




blog post "The Song"
Posted in Poem on Jun 08, 2008 at 3:42 PM
Current Mood: bored


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Every day I pretend life is ok
I smile a laugh away the pain
But when the day is almost gone
I change into a different form
The smile goes away
The laughter gets dull

And everything I though was ok goes so far away
All I can do now is cry in till every thing is gone
The next day the smiles comes back
The laughter is back so strong
The good time people think I`m having is yet another song


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But in this song there is no end
No stopping to the beat
No pause button to make my life complete
No rewind button to fix all my regrets
No stop button to take time and think

This song is about a girl who does not know where to go
A girl who has no one that understands her
She thought she had finally found someone who might understand
But as the song goes one nobody was really there
Her friend just left her like she was trash
She said that she had no more time for this girl

The girl just smiled and laughed away the pain yet again
Her “friend” had no idea what she done to the girl
The girl sat up at night wondering what went wrong
But the song still went on


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She found another friend
that knew what she was about
This friend was there all day and night
This friend knew just what the girl was going through
The song still goes on


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The girl`s old friend has nothing more to say to her
Until her old friend has no one to hold on to
But the girl is scared that she`ll be left alone.
With no stop button to take time to think
She accepts the old friend with open arms

The girl thinks every thing is all right with the world
Both her old friend and her new friend together always
Everything was just all right
Until the girl’s old friend just let’s go
She goes away a leaves the girl again
But she also leaves the girls new friend behind


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As the girl and the her new friend talk
They see the song repeating it’s self
They have no pause button to fix this mess
Still no rewind button to never letting the old friend back into her life
The girl regrets ever the old friend back into her life

They set awake at night
Wishing they knew why
Why she just up and left
Why she hates them so bad
Why she does this time and time again

So as the girl sits and pretends that everything is alright with the world
Her old friend thinks nothing of their friendship
And what went wrong
How there is no more words
No more laughter and no more smiles
The girl just sits and dies a little more inside

The song is getting fast and the girl is getting lost
Lost in the world that’s so cold
Lost in this thing called life
Lost in her friendship
The girl does not know what to do
Should she try and make everything better
Or should she just leave it alone?


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The girl just sits and waits
Waits for her old friend to come back
Waits for her old friend to say sorry
Waits for her old friend to just give her a reason why
Waits for her old friend to just say good bye

The girl tries to take it in to her own hand
She tries to fix what went wrong
She tries talking to her old friend
She tries everything she can
But all she seems to be doing is crying

She’s crying because she feels like trash
She’s crying because she wants to know why
She’s crying because she wants this song to end

So every day I pretend life is ok
I smile a laugh away the pain
But when the day is almost gone
I change into a different form
The smile goes away
The laughter gets dull

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And everything I though was ok goes so far away
All I can do now is cry in till every thing is gone
The next day the smiles come back
The laughter is back so strong
The good time people think I’m having is yet another song
This song will never end
Until this so called life is over and gone

Tears can dry
Hearts can mend
Cuts can heal
But words can’t disappear



blog post Love...,your happiness is my happiness
Posted in Poem on May 30, 2008 at 1:39 PM
Current Mood: happy


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My life`s greatest happiness is to be convinced my love to you
I am grateful to you for making me happy through out my life
I have never known love until I met you and your love touched
my heart and brought so much happiness in me

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Today, you made me to see everything in a new life and you
want me to know how those happiness could make me happy
I found my happiness is to love you
and to be loved from you

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Sometime..
I miss you so much and your absence is very painful
But when I carry your heart within me
then my happiness is shining
When I am sad then..
your sweet words brings me happiness
and my soul get enough strength when it join your heart

When my heart wants to know the meaning of "love"
then your love is making me to believe the truth of love
Without you there is no happiness in my life

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and with you my life...
is full of hopes
and
my dream will come true

happy

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When you hold me in your arms then my heart
never want to let me go..
Because your Happiness is
My Happiness



blog post So is you dream daring do...
Posted in Poem on May 23, 2008 at 3:25 PM
Current Mood: refreshed


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Life is never perfect it’s true...........
so little time and so much to do and see
never enough time to truly be, the person you want really to be,
hero or explorer or lover the choice is really up to you
enjoy it while you can life is a precious gift
one slip and the chance is missed........

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So if you dream of daring do, go out and do it life does not wait for you,
or if want to chase the rainbows end
and
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live life as a sweet adventure my friend
sleeping under the stars and moon go
chase that rainbow its waiting for you…


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And if there is a girl or boy you have always wanted to kiss
go to them now and show them what they have missed
life is to short to be shy like this
life is love and love is life kiss as many beautiful people in your life…

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Live life to the full is the lesson today
we never know when it will be taken away
live it just don’t fade away
the word is you only get one chance anyway…


-Andrew Mark Wilkinson -




blog post A Place To Rest
Posted in Poem on May 19, 2008 at 12:57 PM
Current Mood: sad


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God looked down on your body
So tired from hanging on
From a life that was overwhelming you
And wanted back His son
So He took away the air you breathe
And gave you what was best
A place to be at peace
A final place to rest



~Alison~



blog post I Wish.....
Posted in Poem on May 11, 2008 at 10:30 PM
Current Mood: thankful


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I wish I could be your bed so you can lie down on me and fall asleep
I wish I was your blankets so I can make you warm
I wish I was your pillows so you can rest your head on me
I wish I was your teddy bear so you can hug me tight
I wish I was your mirror so I can see you looking at me everyday
I wish I was your dream so I can make you smile and happy
I wish so many things that begin with I wish I was your....


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When I first saw you I was afraid to talk to you
When I first talked to you I was afraid to like you
When I first liked you I was afraid to love you
Now that I love you and I am afraid to lose you.

..m.s.b..





blog post I Love You Mama..
Posted in Poem on May 09, 2008 at 2:27 AM
Current Mood: thankful


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Mama, you`re a wonderful mother
So gentle, yet so strong
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong


You`re patient when I`m foolish
You give guidance when I ask
It seems you can do most anything
You`re the master of every task


You`re a dependable source of comfort
You`re my cushion when I fall
You help in times of trouble
You support me whenever I call


I love you more than I can express
You have my total respect
If I had my choice of mothers
You`d be the one I`d select..!!


I Love You Mama



blog post Dime Luna, ¿Lo sabes tú?
Posted in Poem on Apr 26, 2008 at 2:49 AM
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A la luz de la luna, todas las noches te pienso.
Y me pregunto mil veces, ¿Dónde estás?
En que lugar puedo tu caricia sentir,
Dónde puedo vivir sin recordarte, pues estarás junto a mi
Y dónde recordar, sin que me duela al saberte distante
No existe playa por la que caminar pudiera,
Sin sentir el calor de nuestras manos entrelazadas,
El rose de tus labios,
Y la dulzura de tu mirada
Tengo miedo y me siento tan sola,
Si el reflejo de tu rostro en la Luna no veo,
Paso las tardes meditando en ella;
Preguntándome por qué será que la distancia
Entre nosotros se atraviesa

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Cuál es la Luna que te traerá
Para velar mis sueños;
Hoy soñé que estabas, pero eso fue…
Tan solo un sueño......
Esta amaneciendo,
En la playa puedo ver los últimos reflejos lunares,
La brisa matinal me hace desear tu calor sentir,
Sin embargo, mi cuerpo se estremece cuando a través del viento..
Escucho la palabra más bella jamás pronunciada…TE QUIERO.


`08.04.26
..m.s.b..




blog post "Geisha"
Posted in Around The World on Apr 20, 2008 at 6:10 PM
Current Mood: excited


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Feb. 15, 1965, was the first day of Mineko Iwasaki's life as a geisha.
Wrapped in a turquoise-and-orange satin kimono,
hair piled atop her head and secured with red silk bands,
face covered in a wash of white makeup,
the young maiko, or novice geisha, was ready and she wasn't the only one.
When Iwasaki stepped outside her home,
she was greeted by applause and congratulations from a swarm of admirers
who had come for a glimpse of the young geisha's debut.


Almost four decades later,
Iwasaki is having a new debut
and this one has been just as anticipated.
Iwasaki was a primary source for
Arthur Golden's hugely successful 1997 novel,
"Memoirs of a Geisha"
Now she has published her story
which she characterizes as the real memoirs of a geisha.
Golden's glimpse into the mysterious geisha world delighted readers
and was bought by Hollywood for big bucks.
(At one point, Steven Spielberg planned to direct the film version.)
But that book despite the "memoirs of" moniker was fiction.
Geisha, a Life, written by Iwasaki with Rande Brown,
is supposed to be all that Golden's book wasn't :
The geisha's life story, straight from her mouth.



And what a story it is Born in 1950,
Iwasaki says she knew by the age of
three that she wanted to become a geisha and,
at the age of five,
left her family and moved for training into an okiya,
or geisha household.
Years of schooling in
dance, music, pouring sake
and performing the tea ceremony followed,
and at the age of 15 she turned pro.


Iwasaki became the most famous

and sought-after geisha of her day.

She worked steadily,

refusing to take a single day off for five years,

and soon developed a following

of customers who paid top dollar

for the privilege of seeing her strum

the shamisen at lavish parties held at ochaya,or teahouses.

In her heyday in the 1960s,

she was earning $500,000 a year,

and her face adorned everything from posters to shopping bags.


Iwasaki entertained world leaders and assorted celebrities,
including Prince Charles,
who scrawled his name uninvited
on one of her favorite fans,
and fashion designer Aldo Gucci,
who spilled soy sauce on her kimono.
The memoir details $5,000 costumes,
how rice bran is good for softening skin
and the difficulty of wearing okobo,
or six-inch platform sandals.
In his novel, Golden immersed the reader in the geisha world.
Iwasaki tells about it, and there's a difference.
Absent here are the lively prose,
the vivid characters
and the emotions that were all elements of Golden's book.
In their place is an authorial voice
that manages to be incredibly detached
when detailing a profession that is, at its heart,
all about personal connection.
The result is a surprisingly mundane account of an existence
that seems anything but.
Describing a bath,
Iwasaki writes how she lowered herself into the tub.
Then got out of the tub.
Then washed with soap and water.
Then rubbed her skin with a net pouch.
Then got back into the tub.
At times her book isn't a story it's an itinerary.
Occasionally Iwasaki's storytelling cuts loose.
She describes an overzealous customer who dared to grope her.
Iwasaki wasn't the delicate blossom that she seemed:
She chased the customer around the ochaya and,
after catching up with him,
whacked him over the head with a wooden block.
"The man just happened to go bald soon after that," she deadpans.
Iwasaki has set the record straight on the details of her life.
But it's her ongoing feud with Golden
that keeps ruffling kimonos in the literary world.
An update:
in 2001, Iwasaki sued Golden for breach
of contract and a tarnished reputation.
The ex-geisha, who now runs a furniture-restoration business,
calls the notion that geishas are prostitutes "ridiculous,"
and was angered at the sex-for-money in Golden's novel.
She also objected to the fact that Golden credited
her as a source in his acknowledgments;
She insists he had agreed to keep her identity a secret.
The case is still pending.
Geisha, a Life almost works as a stand-alone;
there's something alluring about a book that details
the day-to-day minutiae of one of the world's most fascinating,
secretive and oldest professions.
This Geisha may not be Golden,
but geisha junkies take note
it may just teach you how to strap
on a pair of six-inch-high okobo.





blog post "Dream"
Posted in World on Apr 18, 2008 at 2:57 PM
Current Mood: lazy


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Once there was a young woman.
This woman only had one dream, to bare children.
But she couldn’t.
The fact sent her into deep depression,
causing her to be bedridden with only the company of her tears.
That was until a young woman with golden locks appeared.
“Grant me one request and I shall make your dream come true”
The woman had offered with a smile of deception.
Blinded by her desire,
the woman gave in and accepted the offer.
With a devilish smile,
the blonde had given her the chance to give birth.
3 children, a young girl and two boys.
But the side effect of giving birth to the children was incredible strain on the woman’s body.


She had become bedridden yet again
and unable to play with the children she had so longed for.
The woman had been forced to be treated daily with medicines of all kinds.
She was labeled useless and incompetent.
“I can not stand it anymore!“
The woman heard her eldest son yell one day from behind one of the many walls.



She is labeled incompetent
and
we are labeled the same because of her
He shouted in rage.
Such words brought tears to the woman`s eyes as she continued to listen to the angry
complaints of her son.
The blonde beauty simply brushed off the shouts and continued on with her schedule.
But lack of care, despite the blonde’s


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The young woman was in tears.
She refused to take medication and refused to see anyone, even her children.
One day the lovely blonde woman came into her room, despite the woman’s
wishes, and bent down next to her with a soft smile.
“Another one is on the way”
she said while placing a tender hand on the woman’s stomach.
But this time instead of tears of joy, the woman only shed more of fear and
sorrow.
Would this child hate her as well?
Would she be a disappointment in yet another set of eyes?
She wasn’t going to let it happen.
So she ran.


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She ran as fast and as far as her legs could take her.
Across warm cement.
Past hot, itchy wheat fields.
And into damp cold forests.
There she hid from everyone.
Just sitting there in a desperate attempt of no one finding her.
“I want to disappear, to never burden another being”
she pleaded towards the skies.
With a strained gasp of air, her eyes closed,
Only to have another set of eyes open.
Welcome to the new world, the real universe to dreams.
The dream universe to the real.
Welcome to reality, the harshest nightmare of all.



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