Basta!
Anyway, I still have 334 days to look forward to before the year ends (again). I hope I can do something that is in line with my purpose/shape - though I still have no idea what it is :). So, help me God.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Stairway to where?
Basta!
Anyway, I still have 334 days to look forward to before the year ends (again). I hope I can do something that is in line with my purpose/shape - though I still have no idea what it is :). So, help me God.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
When you believe
Many nights we prayed
With no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hope for a song
We barely understood
Now we are not afraid
Although we know theres much to fear
We were moving mountains
Long before we knew we could whoa yes
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe somehow you will
You will when you believe
In this time of fear
When prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer bird
Too swiftly flown away
Yet now Im standing here
My hearts so full, I cant explain
Seeking faith and speakin words
I never thought Id say
They don't always happen when you ask
And its easy to give in to your fears
But when you're blinded by your pain
Can't see the way, get through the rain
A small but still, resilient voice
Says hope is very near, oh
With no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hope for a song
We barely understood
Now we are not afraid
Although we know theres much to fear
We were moving mountains
Long before we knew we could whoa yes
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe somehow you will
You will when you believe
In this time of fear
When prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer bird
Too swiftly flown away
Yet now Im standing here
My hearts so full, I cant explain
Seeking faith and speakin words
I never thought Id say
They don't always happen when you ask
And its easy to give in to your fears
But when you're blinded by your pain
Can't see the way, get through the rain
A small but still, resilient voice
Says hope is very near, oh
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Kung puwede lang…
I was able to have a conversation with him last night through text messaging.
We talked about a lot of things.
God! I miss him so much! If only I could tell him how much I love him
~~~
Kung pwede ko lang sabihin na “mahal na mahal kita, pwedeng mahalin mo rin ako?” nagawa ko na. Pero siyempre, ndi ko sinabi. Nahihiya ako :) – yup! Marunong na ulit ako mahiya :)
We talked about a lot of things.
God! I miss him so much! If only I could tell him how much I love him
~~~
Kung pwede ko lang sabihin na “mahal na mahal kita, pwedeng mahalin mo rin ako?” nagawa ko na. Pero siyempre, ndi ko sinabi. Nahihiya ako :) – yup! Marunong na ulit ako mahiya :)
Monday, January 24, 2005
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Lobster
Friends
The One With The Prom Video
Episode 2.14
First gap: Ross is getting frustrated with his “supposed-to-be” relationship with Rachel
Phoebe: Hang in there, it's gonna happen.
Ross: What? Okay, now how do you know that?
Phoebe: Because she's your lobster.
Chandler: Oh, she's goin' somewhere.
Phoebe: Come on, you guys. It's a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life. You know what? You can actually see old lobster couples walkin' around their tank, you know, holding claws like...
~~~
Unknown Life of Lobsters: Sex, Robots, and Beyond
Sean Markey
National Geographic News
August 24, 2004
[...] Female lobsters only mate right after they shed their shell. So by moving in with him, they're getting protection from this dominant male in their most vulnerable moment.
So they shed their shell, and this beautiful copulatory event occurs. The details are probably too racy for nationalgeographic.com.
Then they have this bond for about ten days to two weeks. She lives with him until her shell hardens up again, and then she moves out. That's it. It's done.
Except that there's a new female waiting on the doorstep. So all the females of the neighborhood create this sisterhood, and they take turns mating with that one dominant male.
The scientists I write about came up with a name for this—it's also evidenced in other kinds of creatures. It's called serial monogamy. Unfortunately, the beta males in the neighborhood don't get any action.
The One With The Prom Video
Episode 2.14
First gap: Ross is getting frustrated with his “supposed-to-be” relationship with Rachel
Phoebe: Hang in there, it's gonna happen.
Ross: What? Okay, now how do you know that?
Phoebe: Because she's your lobster.
Chandler: Oh, she's goin' somewhere.
Phoebe: Come on, you guys. It's a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life. You know what? You can actually see old lobster couples walkin' around their tank, you know, holding claws like...
~~~
Unknown Life of Lobsters: Sex, Robots, and Beyond
Sean Markey
National Geographic News
August 24, 2004
[...] Female lobsters only mate right after they shed their shell. So by moving in with him, they're getting protection from this dominant male in their most vulnerable moment.
So they shed their shell, and this beautiful copulatory event occurs. The details are probably too racy for nationalgeographic.com.
Then they have this bond for about ten days to two weeks. She lives with him until her shell hardens up again, and then she moves out. That's it. It's done.
Except that there's a new female waiting on the doorstep. So all the females of the neighborhood create this sisterhood, and they take turns mating with that one dominant male.
The scientists I write about came up with a name for this—it's also evidenced in other kinds of creatures. It's called serial monogamy. Unfortunately, the beta males in the neighborhood don't get any action.
Senseless rambling
I envy him.
I envy him for being a happy soul while I’m still trying to find my way out of this pit.
I envy him for being at peace while I’m still trying to put my self to sleep every night.
I envy him for moving on so fast while I’m still trying to drag my self from despair.
I envy them.
~~~
I once read that you never really grow up; you just learn how to act in public (unknown).
I have my own version. Let me share it to you. Don’t think that the pain or suffering of a person fades or vanishes through time, he/she just learn how to act in public.
I know. I keep on saying that every thing would be all right. I keep on convincing myself that I’ll be ok in time. But I’m still here. I’m back to where I’ve started.
I wish my second mind would just leave. Because after the hellish process of convincing my first mind that He is really gone, my second mind would butt-in and tell me that probably there is still hope. I wish she would just leave me alone and let me wallow now than suffer more in the future.
I wish I could forget everything.
I wish God would bless me with more patience.
I envy him for being a happy soul while I’m still trying to find my way out of this pit.
I envy him for being at peace while I’m still trying to put my self to sleep every night.
I envy him for moving on so fast while I’m still trying to drag my self from despair.
I envy them.
~~~
I once read that you never really grow up; you just learn how to act in public (unknown).
I have my own version. Let me share it to you. Don’t think that the pain or suffering of a person fades or vanishes through time, he/she just learn how to act in public.
I know. I keep on saying that every thing would be all right. I keep on convincing myself that I’ll be ok in time. But I’m still here. I’m back to where I’ve started.
I wish my second mind would just leave. Because after the hellish process of convincing my first mind that He is really gone, my second mind would butt-in and tell me that probably there is still hope. I wish she would just leave me alone and let me wallow now than suffer more in the future.
I wish I could forget everything.
I wish God would bless me with more patience.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Whisper
From the movie Practical Magic:
Sally: (V.O.)
[...] Sometimes I feel there's a hole inside me an emptiness that, at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, probably you could hear the ocean [...] I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still, sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I've had my happiness. I don't want to believe it but there is no man [...]
Sally: (V.O.)
[...] Sometimes I feel there's a hole inside me an emptiness that, at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, probably you could hear the ocean [...] I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still, sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I've had my happiness. I don't want to believe it but there is no man [...]
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Sad
naramdaman mo na yung literal na unti-unting bumibigat ang balikat mo pero wala ka naman binubuhat?
nararamdaman ko yun ngayon.
everybody's acting as if they own my time.
si sir, feeling yata eh stock room ako na pwedeng hingan ng mga supplies. -- ayaw niya magrequest ng kanya.
si papa, may pinapa-email. nangungulit. matigil na lang, sinabi ko na na OPO na-email ko na. demanding, nasabihan ko na na marami ako ginagawa, sana daw iprioritize ko yung sinasabi niya. kasi daw mas importante daw yun.
si mama, may inuutos din, nagpapa-email din, mali naman ang address. nabigay na niya ang tamang address pero ndi ko pa ulit nasesend.
si ma'am, palibhasa walang ginawa kung hindi mag-utos, feeling niya, wala ako ginagawa. siya pagod na pagod.. sa kauutos.
si EM, dami din utos, buti na lang, ndi masyado urgent. pwede pa bukas.
si PS, dadating na bukas, ndi ko pa rin nagagawa mga pinagagawa niya kasi inuna ko si Dr. EM.
Pun**ta! ano ba tingin nila sakin?!
pagod na po si jing-jing. very tired. wala man lang... hug. nobody cares.
me sad :(
nararamdaman ko yun ngayon.
everybody's acting as if they own my time.
si sir, feeling yata eh stock room ako na pwedeng hingan ng mga supplies. -- ayaw niya magrequest ng kanya.
si papa, may pinapa-email. nangungulit. matigil na lang, sinabi ko na na OPO na-email ko na. demanding, nasabihan ko na na marami ako ginagawa, sana daw iprioritize ko yung sinasabi niya. kasi daw mas importante daw yun.
si mama, may inuutos din, nagpapa-email din, mali naman ang address. nabigay na niya ang tamang address pero ndi ko pa ulit nasesend.
si ma'am, palibhasa walang ginawa kung hindi mag-utos, feeling niya, wala ako ginagawa. siya pagod na pagod.. sa kauutos.
si EM, dami din utos, buti na lang, ndi masyado urgent. pwede pa bukas.
si PS, dadating na bukas, ndi ko pa rin nagagawa mga pinagagawa niya kasi inuna ko si Dr. EM.
Pun**ta! ano ba tingin nila sakin?!
pagod na po si jing-jing. very tired. wala man lang... hug. nobody cares.
me sad :(
Arlene and her blog day (anu ba yun?!)
Good news:
Arlene's phone is now in a considerably ‘good’ condition - thank you very much :)
~~~
As I was browsing her blog, I saw this entry. And I couldn’t help but give my two cents worth on the poem “Debt”.
Comment:
Call me selfish but I would rather be with someone who loves me than be with someone who doesn’t.
~~~
From her blog entry today, I took the same test and the result is:
Arlene's phone is now in a considerably ‘good’ condition - thank you very much :)
~~~
As I was browsing her blog, I saw this entry. And I couldn’t help but give my two cents worth on the poem “Debt”.
Comment:
Call me selfish but I would rather be with someone who loves me than be with someone who doesn’t.
~~~
From her blog entry today, I took the same test and the result is:
|
You Are a Visionary Soul |
You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness. Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul. You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable. Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings. You have great vision and can be very insightful. In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself. Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend. You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer. Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul |
Monday, January 10, 2005
A very unusual song
Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)
Baz Luhrmann
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh never mind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked…. You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
Baz Luhrmann
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh never mind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked…. You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Monday, January 03, 2005
First post for the year 2005
There is something wrong with my net connection. Before kasi I can open blogdrive.com BUT NOT livejournal.com and postmark.net. Now, I cannot access blogdrive.com BUT I can browse and post naman sa livejournal.com and postmark.net. Hay naku… weird. Hindi ko na tuloy mabibisita si ****. Hay…
~~~
Anyway, since I can now open my livejournal account, I browsed and found this:
Guada Gurl ( guada_gurl) wrote,@ 2004-02-24 18:51:00
Current mood: accomplished
Current music: i'll never get over you (getting over me) -- exposé
for you, arlene... (forwarded mail)
When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left. The bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]
People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go.
And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know when it's over.
A year ago, this was meant for Arlene. This year the message is for me.
~~~
I cannot understand nor can I comprehend what your plans are, my Lord. I am like an ant in Michael Angelo’s masterpiece; I can only guess where I am right now. All I can do is to hold on to your promises of a grander and more majestic plan.
Thank you very much for giving a very tight and comforting hug last weekened. Thank you for loving me that much. Don't ever get tired of me...
~~~
Anyway, since I can now open my livejournal account, I browsed and found this:
Guada Gurl ( guada_gurl) wrote,@ 2004-02-24 18:51:00
Current mood: accomplished
Current music: i'll never get over you (getting over me) -- exposé
for you, arlene... (forwarded mail)
When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left. The bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]
People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go.
And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead. You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know when it's over.
A year ago, this was meant for Arlene. This year the message is for me.
~~~
I cannot understand nor can I comprehend what your plans are, my Lord. I am like an ant in Michael Angelo’s masterpiece; I can only guess where I am right now. All I can do is to hold on to your promises of a grander and more majestic plan.
Thank you very much for giving a very tight and comforting hug last weekened. Thank you for loving me that much. Don't ever get tired of me...
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