Suzanne - Plinky Answers

My Dream Home

2010-09-16T22:07:00-06:00

If I had my choice, I would live in a sprawling mansion. It would have a beautiful garden and have a view of both the city and the ocean. In the main house there would be an art studio, a game/sports room, ice cream parlor and a movie theater.

Of course I wouldn't want to be the only one living here. I would fill it with people I love who could live in their own separate wing.

What would be your dream home? A quaint house with a white picket fence? A penthouse in Manhattan? The home your parents grow up in?

Hello Neighbor, how are you?

2010-07-20T19:42:11-06:00

There are the adults neighbors. I say "hello, how are you?" and they respond with a confused looked on their face and then sputter out a hello in response.

And then there are the kids. Fairly good kids, just doing what kids do. Which is run in packs up and down the stairway, on the sidewalk, leaving noise and scuff marks trailing behind. One even knocking on the door to ask for a slice of pizza.

And then there is the trash. The white trash bag that is ubiquitously outside the door across the hallway, and not just outside one door. The trash that also finds its way onto the stairway, like broken glass and tabasco sauce (maybe?) left for days.

I stay warm with skin touching skin

2010-01-22T18:28:19-06:00

put your body against my body, let us make chemistry, to keep us warm through the night.

Pegasus

2009-12-10T10:46:55-06:00

Pegasus was not only a winged horse, he was sired by a god. I would be Pegasus, only female.

College – those were the "sorta" good ol' days

2009-12-10T10:32:14-06:00

Preschool: I don't remember.

Elementary school: It was a period of time that I became aware I was different from the majority and started to get thicker skin.

Junior high: Quite awful and I learned how mean girls can be.

High school: Only enjoyable because I was on a dance team and I had a boyfriend (not from my school).

College: I graduated with a degree I did not really want and it is the reason why I have migraines, but I do have fond memories of the town and the people.

I could be preemptive and choose graduate school. Because if I were to attend graduate school, it would be in the fine arts field, one I really wanted.

A hard goodbye

2009-12-10T10:15:52-06:00

I know the answer without a second thought, but I fear that it is too hard to write it down here.

But for anyone who knows me should be able to figure this one out.

You'll probably see me in Black

2009-11-09T09:48:07-06:00

I am not morose or a goth nor has anyone died recently.

I will wear any assortment of clothing, from jeans and tee-shirt to dress with heels, and be comfortable in any of them. It isn't the piece of clothing that is the staple, but the color: black.

It is classic.

Breakfast in bed wakes me up in the morning

2009-11-06T01:11:19-06:00

I will wake up to the promise of a big breakfast, but breakfast in bed is even better because I don't even have to be dressed.

My mood ring is like an abstract painting

2009-11-02T19:50:19-06:00

Strong lines of red fading to rose, splashes of yellow, a small spot of deep blue in one corner, swirls of magenta, on a black background.

(red: passion; rose: optimism; yellow: happiness; blue: confidence; magenta: artistic creativity; black: classic)

Cooking & Kung fu

2009-09-27T12:54:53-06:00

Practical Skill: Cooking
*then I can pull random things out of the fridge and make something delicious.

Impractical Skill: Kung fu
*then when I wear chopsticks in my hair, I will be super deadly along with my kung fu skills.

My first plane trip, from South Korea to Florida

2009-08-27T16:58:02-06:00

My first plane ride was when I was five years old. I was leaving my orphanage in South Korea to meet my new mother in the United States. I imagine it was a very, very long plane ride, but from the pictures of me coming off the plane, it looks like I slept through it. I don't remember anything. My mother tells me that I kept trying to give her my lollypop because she was crying and I was trying to make her feel better.

I'll take a tattoo of a celestial dragon to watch my back

2009-08-27T16:44:46-06:00

If I could get a tattoo for only one week, I would get a huge dragon on my back/side.

I've always thought about getting a tattoo, but if I did get a permanent one, it would be very small in a place I could easily hide.

My quirks you would have to deal with on a road trip...

2009-07-09T11:05:23-06:00

Silence is golden
Silence has mass that can sit in the air and suffocate those in it's company. An uncomfortable, heavy feeling overcomes them and they must fill the air with noise. Some spout out whatever comes into their head, be it worthy of conversation, one can only hope for our sake.

I, on the other hand, find silence soothing and natural. There isn't a topic I find taboo and will try to speak honestly and thoughtfully and will flow with the conversation wherever it goes. But if you are traveling with me, there will be times of silence. It is not because I am ignoring you or don't want to talk to you, I just won't speak jibber-jabber just to fill the air.

The sound of music
There are times I put on NPR or a local radio station, but for the most part I like to listen to my music. I own about 7,000 songs and 800 albums. I listen to indie, rock, folk, alternative, and some dance and pop. I will hope that our music tastes cross somewhere in there because on a road trip, I must, must listen to my music.

Sleepy head
I tend to get sleepy on car rides. The rhythm of the car seems to rock me to sleep. To keep me awake give me good conversation, food or stops along the way.

I would be excited about finding solid ground under my feet

2009-06-11T01:43:18-06:00

With the solid ground below me, I would no longer be falling.

I am falling. At first, fear, disorientation and no control. Now, some feelings of exhilaration are mixed in, but still no control. I could flap my arms to try to steer, but in the end I would just look ridiculous and still have no control in my descent.

While the sense of free falling is an unwelcome feeling, and having so many bonds that existed come undone is scary, it has broken some bonds in my life that needed broken. I used to always know where my path took me and used to rely on the security of knowing. That is no longer the case. I no longer walk that path and the path before me leads into the unknown.

If I was an optimist I would say I can take any path I want. If I was a pessimist I would say every step could lead me to a dead end. What I foresee is a lot of wrong turns.

I am falling and I wonder where and when I will land. Although, when I think about it, maybe the solid ground wouldn't be a good thing below me. I could fall flat on my face and break something, like my teeth or nose.

Learn, change or be an empty shell

2009-06-05T06:49:14-06:00

You can not rely on the past to lead you into the future.

It sounds so simple to follow. But the past is so easy to rely on and repeat. Habits can be hard to break, especially when the other option is unknown and scary.

But if you are still learning, then you are still changing, you are still experiencing life, you are still open to new possibilities. If you don't change, then you become an empty shell, a person only going through the motions; not feeling, experiencing, living. Stagnant in life and love.

The unknown. Oh, how scary it can be! How you may want to fight against the unknown.

I will say that I am stubborn and I like my habits. And not all habits are bad things. But sometimes you have to stop and think if you are only doing something because you always did it or because you want to do it. And if something has been good or bad in the past, doesn't mean it will always be so.

Let me say again: You can not rely on the past to lead you into the future.

This was a very difficult lesson to learn and and it almost broke me. I had to do a lot of self examining and it is hard not to magnify the mistakes, the flaws, the weaknesses in my character. The past will never change, never grow, never learn, but I can.

Omphaloskepsis, Omphaloskeptic, Omphaloskeptical

2009-06-05T04:09:13-06:00

Answering Plinky prompts makes me often omphaloskeptical. A good thing or not, I keep answering even when no one is answering back.

Omphaloskepsis
From the Greek "omphalos" for navel and "skepsis" for examination.

Contemplation of or meditation upon one's navel

Omphaloskeptic
Someone who engages in navel-gazing

Omphaloskeptical
To be in a self-absorbed state

The last proclamation of joy has faded from memory

2009-06-03T21:18:22-06:00

Ah, it has been too long.

Where is my joy?
Where is my happiness?

'Princess Bride' deserves to be watched over and over

2009-06-01T10:07:19-06:00

I don't even know how many times I have watched this movie. It is a classic that everyone needs to watch at least once.

Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.

That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*.
Probably he means no *harm*.
He's really very short on *charm*.

INCONCEIVABLE.

You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.
You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.

Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam...

Your true love lives. And you marry another. True Love saved her in the Fire Swamp, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.

AS... YOU... WISH.

Traits in an enduring friend

2009-05-26T16:23:54-06:00

If you go by what my facebook says, I have 61 friends. While I do know every single person on my friends list, and most of them I can have an intelligent conversation with, most are friendly acquaintances. I like having "friendly acquaintances," but realistically I only have a few number of people I would call an enduring friend.

Being disappointed so often growing up made me cautious of letting people get too close to me. I realize that is a fault of mine because I'm sure I have lost out on opportunities on friendships. While I am still cautious and I will never open up to someone right away, I understand that there are people out there who are most definitely worth it.

That being said, what I value in a friend is someone who is loyal, honest, non judgmental, and I can trust.

Loyal
A friend doesn't have to be there for everything in my life. Some friends leave your life, some come back after a period of time, some last your whole life.

But in general: They stand beside me even when I feel alone. They will listen to me when I need to be heard. They will defend me when I get attacked.

Honest
Deflates my ego and inflates my self.

Isn't afraid of differences of opinions, and I can speak my mind and know they won't think less of me for it.

I don't want a friend who always agrees with me or never agrees with me. There has to be common ground, but differences are healthy and good in a relationship.

Non Judgmental
I will make mistakes and be stupid. I will be miserable and depressed. I will be lost and confused.

A friend will be there to help pick me back up, but won't try to choose what is best for me or try to change me.

Trust
That a friend will keep what they know in safekeeping. That I can assume what they say as being true. And trust that when there are disappointments and failures (on either side), that both will try their best in repairing the friendship.

To the graduating class of 2009

2009-05-24T04:08:55-06:00

Life is beautiful, even in the worst of times.
Remember the past, strive for a better future, and live in the present.

'Tis better to have loved and lost

2009-05-18T08:43:53-06:00

Yes, it is better to have loved. Even if that lost is devastating. Even if that lost means you find it hard to breath and if the world ended, you would welcome it. And yes, I have most certainly experienced it.

But then you keep going. Cherish the love you had, struggle through the love you lost and carry them both with you. Take all the experiences and learn and grow from them. It is your choice to either let them burden you or let them uplift you to a new stage in your life.

I like to relax by...

2009-05-15T21:11:50-06:00

Read OR Listen?

reading.

Books are a wonderland. I almost always have a book with me.

painting.

I try to capture one perfect moment in time and convey that beauty onto canvas.

watching tv.

Office, Scrubs, Bones, . Watching TV with friends and loved ones is better.

listening to music.

Modest Mouse, Death Cab, Arcade Fire, Interpol, Sea Wolf, Iron & Wine, Beck, Feist, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Shins, U2, Decemberist, Airborne Toxic Event, White Strips, Duffy, Natalie Merchant, Kings of Leon....and the list goes on and on.

surfing the internet.

I connect with friends through facebook. I connect with myself through blogging. I connect with the world through cnn.com.

A blast from the past for songs where the volume is turned up and I sing along

2009-05-14T17:20:34-06:00

What's Up by 4 Non Blondes

To get out all the things in the head, you have to scream (the lyrics) out loud.

Blister in the Sun by Violent Femmes

This song is just fun and funny if you understand the lyrics. Oh, the aches of puberty.

Zombie by Cranberries

Zombie is a protest song and has some soft parts to it, but I can't help but sing along with the chorus really, really loud. Maybe having the music louder gives more power to the protest.

Jeff's Desserts has the best dessert

2009-05-13T22:16:41-06:00

I haven't been to Jeff's Desserts in a very long time. My memories of it are fuzzy and sweet and a treat to remember. If my memory serves me right they make a mean carrot cake.

What isn't worthy of tears

2009-05-12T11:39:57-06:00

I used to never cry. I used to be able to hold my emotions in check until I was alone or with my now separated husband.

Now I cry often. Everything is brighter and sharper and harsher and so many times I can't stop the flood of emotions spilling out.

Some of the tears are in pain, some in honor of memories. Some are shed to things lost and some in the possibility of what could be.

Release of emotion is healthy, if they don't overrun you.

Separation: the potential of something bad turning into good

2009-05-12T11:22:56-06:00

The thing that comes to mind is my separation. I'm sure if I really thought about I could come up with many answers, but this one occupies my mind. But unfortunately I can't say it has turned out to be good because it still seems bad right now.

So here is hoping that something great comes out of it.

My main form of writing is by keyboard

2009-05-09T16:51:50-06:00

#1 New MacBook

But I would say I don't write at all. I blog, I plinky, I e-mail, I make excel programs for work.

I give a pat on the back to those who can manipulate the english language into something magical: be it a story, a lyric, a poem. I'm happy if I get words out that are understandable.

What my shoes say about me

2009-05-05T18:54:54-06:00

I'm not shoe obsessed, but I have a decent collection of them. If you only looked at my shoes, you could probably tell what I was doing that day.

Comfortable flats, black tennis shoes: I'm working
Closed-toe heel shoes/boots: I'm dressed up, maybe for work maybe for play
Open-toe heel shoes: I'm out

On rare occasions I wear tennis shoes and flip flops.

People always ask my how I can wear heels, especially for work. Since I am so short, I have always like the little extra height and I think heels just look better. I am so used to heels that it takes many hours before they start to bother me.

I prefer cats

2009-05-05T18:42:02-06:00

Growing up I lived with both cats and dogs, but I prefer cats. Cats have a mind of their own. They give love and attention when they want it and if they think you deserve it. And they need their own alone time too (mostly to sleep).

It amazes me how much alike pets can be to their owners. My cat likes to meow a lot, when she is hungry, surprised, wants attention and she craves a lot of love. I'll be ignorant of what that says about me.

Being on fire was a private moment

2009-04-29T21:03:50-06:00

One long passionate night with the man I love(d).