Update:: I recently ran across pictures of my ex and my dog. I have to say that I am surprised. I forgot about all of those pictures. I didn’t think I’d ever see them again. It would be shocking to have those forgotten memories just come flooding back all at once. That is exactly what happened to me.
There are times when I sit back and think about Japan and how awesome it was when I was there. The memories that were created were some happy and some sad, but that happens no matter where you go. At times I do sit back and wonder what would have happened if I had made a different move at a certain spot in time. What would have happened between my ex and I? What would have happened if I had crushed that test? So many what if’s just start running.
I don’t dwell to much on them but I do every now and again kick up the dust and look at those memories that make me smile. Memories of work, where I drove, what I saw, who I spent time with seeing the country, my very first date…
Snuggling in bed with my ex, wow. *sigh* Just sitting here and remembering all the things we use to do makes me smile. I would say that was an awesome relationship. And it all started because I was going to buy his car…turns out he wasn’t selling it but he was investing into something else.
The drives through the mountains when I got to go with him were awesome. Going to the aquarium was amazing as well. Goofing off in the snow with the car I bought him. Making enough noise that his buddy in the dorm room next door couldn’t turn his stereo up loud enough. Buying him roses for no reason at all. Showering him with gifts randomly because I wanted to.
There aren’t any hard feelings or bad thoughts I have about him. Yes I wish things were different but they aren’t. I’m not depressed looking at the pictures or remembering the stuff we did. It actually makes me smile. Yes there were bad times like any other relationship, but we learn and move on from them.
If I could pick a pet, any pet in the world and take it home for free I wouldn’t have to hesitate for a moment on what pet I would take home. I’d bring me home a white siberian tiger cub. Why you ask, because I have always wanted one. One of the main reasons I’ve wanted a white siberian tiger is because I could have him like a guard dog. I mean who’s going to break into my house knowing there is a tiger in there that could take out your throat? I’d also love to have a tiger because no one would mess with me. I could walk down the street without looking over my shoulder and worrying about someone sneaking up behind me. I would be able to go out more because I’d have my “body guard” with me too. A lot of my stress and anxiety would be gone should I be able to have a tiger. I would have to win the lottery though so I could be able to feed him though. Feeding a tiger costs quite a bit. So of course if I had a tiger and won the lottery I’d have a big house and a lot of property so he could run around and play. Another bonus of having a tiger for a pet and get him while he was a cub, I would train him to snuggle with me. My tiger would snuggle with me every night so I’d never run out of snuggles. I’d always have someone there for me. Being able to take home a white siberian tiger cub for free would be awesome. Tigers are expensive! Hopefully the licenses would come with the tiger too. I would be completely ecstatic to be able to take a tiger home for free. I’d be the happiest girl in the world!
My favorite piece of artwork is Vincent van Gogh: Starry Night. I’m not sure why but it has been my favorite piece for a number of reasons. I mean you can’t like something generally without reason. Like I was recently told, you can’t dislike something without reason. Same applies to liking something.
Starry Night for me is meaningful. I take passion and attentiveness from the painting. I also take a lot of other different things from this piece as well. The colors are calming. You aren’t feeling rage when you look at this piece, you feel calm and relaxed. I start visualizing myself in the painting. It’s night time, the moon is shining bright with a cool breeze blowing through the trees. The stars in the sky sparkling brightly as the town slowly goes to sleep around me.
I looked up some information on the painting and was quite surprised. I love learning the back story of things and the back story to this piece was rather interesting. Van Gogh painted Starry Night while in an Asylum at Saint-Remy in 1889.
The aspects will be described below from http://www.vangoghgallery.com/painting/starryindex.html
- 1. There is the night sky filled with swirling clouds, stars ablaze with their own luminescence, and a bright crescent moon. Although the features are exaggerated, this is a scene we can all relate to, and also one that most individuals feel comfortable and at ease with. This sky keeps the viewer’s eyes moving about the painting, following the curves and creating a visual dot to dot with the stars. This movement keeps the onlooker involved in the painting while the other factors take hold.
- 2. Below the rolling hills of the horizon lies a small town. There is a peaceful essence flowing from the structures. Perhaps the cool dark colors and the fiery windows spark memories of our own warm childhood years filled with imagination of what exists in the night and dark starry skies. The center point of the town is the tall steeple of the church, reigning largely over the smaller buildings. This steeple casts down a sense of stability onto the town, and also creates a sense of size and seclusion.
- 3. To the left of the painting there is a massive dark structure that develops an even greater sense of size and isolation. This structure is magnificent when compared to the scale of other objects in the painting. The curving lines mirror that of the sky and create the sensation of depth in the painting. This structure also allows the viewer to interpret what it is. From a mountain to a leafy bush, the analysis of this formation is wide and full of variety.
Van Gogh’s Starry Night is indeed my favorite work of art.
The coolest airport I’ve been I would have to say would be the airport in Tokyo Japan. There were so many different cultures in just one place it was amazing. You could walk around the airport for quite a while and not get bored either. Or at least I didn’t get bored.
In Tokyos large airport you also have an option to go outside on the observation deck and watch the planes move in and out of the airport as well as the employees moving luggage around, refueling the jet, etc. I was able to take pictures while I was outside and I rather enjoyed it.
Working on an Air Force base first of all I was exposed to jets landing and taking off all the time so it was no bother to me. I loved it. Being able to see the jets land and come in so the passengers could get off the plane and board, it was pretty neat.
Narita International Airport was by far the coolest airport I’ve ever been in. I mean where else can you get a set of acrylic nails for 200$ and a Big Mac for roughly four dollars?