it still is worth it

always.

Dec 02

http://happyeunoia.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-one-is-for-boys-with-booming.html

appreciated much.

Hamm hamm.

to have and to hold

When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same
When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray
And I want you more than I wanna live another day
And as I wait for you, maybe I'm made more faithful.

-Brooke Fraser

friday poetry

He said, "I will forget the dying faces;

The empty places,

They shall be filled again.

O voices moaning deep within me, cease."

But vain the word; vain, vain:

Not in forgetting lieth peace.

He said, "I will crowd action upon action

The strife of faction

Shall stir me and sustain;

O tears that drown the fire of Manhood cease.

"But vain the word; vain, vain:

Not in endeavor lieth peace.

He said, "I will withdraw me and be quiet,

Why meddle in life's riot?

Shut be my door to pain.

Desire, thou dost befool me, thou shalt cease.

"But vain the word; vain, vain:

Not in aloofness lieth peace.

He said, "I will submit;I am defeated.

God hath depleted

My life of its rich gain.

O futile murmuring, why will ye not cease?

"But vain the word; vain, vain:

Not in submission lieth peace.

He said, "I will accept the breaking sorrow

Which God to-morrow

Will to His son explain.

"Then did the turmoil deep within him cease.

Not vain the word, not vain.

For in Acceptance lieth peace."

ooze

We're in no hurry, God. We're content to linger
in the path sign-posted with your decisions.
Who you are and what you've done
are all we'll ever want.
Through the night my soul longs for you.
Deep from within me my spirit reaches out to you.
When your decisions are on public display,
everyone learns how to live right.

Isaiah 26:7-9 (The Message)

breather

The more we pray the more we feel alive.

-Westlife

currently reading.

It is, in fact, the very law of transitory things that, here on earth where such things are at home, some should be born while others die, the weak should give way to the strong and the victims should nourish the life of the victors. If the beauty of this order fails to delight us, it is because we ourselves, by reason of our mortality, are so enmeshed in this corner of the cosmos that we fail to perceive the beauty of a total pat­tern in which the particular parts, which seem ugly to us, blend in so harmonious and beautiful a way. That is why, in those situations where it is beyond our power to under­stand the providence of God, we are rightly commanded to make an act of faith rather than allow the rashness of human vanity to criticize even a minute detail in the master­piece of our Creator.

-St. Augustine of Hippo

Unquenchable Longing

digital encouragements.

Profitez des petits plaisirs de la vie, car un jour vous vous rendrez compte qu'ils étaient vraiemnt de grans plaisirs."

-wisdom from an Ivory bar soap

Poetic indigestion

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Shirimiri

Gabriel Celaya

llueve y llueve.

Nada pasa.

El decir, pass la nada.

Llueve tan, tan de verada, que se descana.

berso

Si alguna vez la vida te maltrata,

acuerdate de mi,

que no puede cansarse de esperar,

aquel que no se canse de mirarte

Luis Garcia Montero

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Tu justificas mi existencia;

Si no te conozco, no he vivido;

Si muero sin conocerte, no muero,

porque no he vivido.

Luis Cernuda

singing my thoughts

You could be my someone

You could be my scene

You know that I'll protect you

From all of the obscene

I wonder what your doing?

Imagine where you are?

There's oceans in between us

But that's not very far

-"Blurry", Puddle of Mudd

SEEKING.




See.

King.

(Matthew 6:33,34)

intergalactic forces

bling from Mom.
(TV program caption: precious)

making peace

with forgiveness.

cable car thoughts

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and it's effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

I'm in over my head.

the art of letter-writing

“We usually say more in a letter than we do in conversation, the reason being that, in a letter, we feel that we are shielded from the indifference or enthusiasm which our remarks may meet with or arouse. We commit our thoughts, as it were, to the winds. Whereas, in conversation, we are constantly watching or noting the effect of what we are saying, and , when the relations are intimate, we shrink from being taken too seriously on one hand, and on the other, not seriously enough.”

- Joel Chandler Harris

“Letters of the Century – America 1900-1999″

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I want to know you, or to know that I never truly will.

-B

Jan 8,2011

nostalgia and wanderlust

Melancholy.

Nostalgia is often triggered by something reminding the individual of an event or item from their past. The resulting emotion can vary from happiness to sorrow. The term of "feeling nostalgic" is more commonly used to describe pleasurable emotions associated with and/or a longing to go back to a particular period of time.

German Romanticism coined an opposite toHeimweh, Fernweh "far-sickness", "longing to be far away", like wanderlust expressing the Romantic desire to travel and explore.

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UPDATE:
http://www.gmanews.tv/story/211427/2-killed-17-others-hurt-in-makati-bus-explosion
This incident happened quite near my office. Around the time I'm commuting to work.

Exactly the place where I buy some food frequently.
I'm just so glad that I wasn't there but I'm also devastated to hear that many were injured and a few lost their lives.

sunburned ukelele

Since I just got back from a unplanned weekend out-of-town trip with my college barkada, I decided to share two beach-loving songs that I'm currently playing 24/7. And though I don't really like dancing, (well, except the lovely waltz) these songs make me dance and dream at the same time.

will post some pictures when I have the chance.

"I know what it's like to be afraid of your own mind."

Dr. Spencer Reid, Criminal Minds[2.11]: Sex, Birth, Death

dalangin

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Present suffering may pass
Lord Your mercy will last
As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand
And my heart will find praise
I'll delight in Your way

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Bind up these broken bones
Mercy bend and breathe me back to life
But not before You show me how to die

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Beautiful Jesus
How may I bless Your heart?
Knees to the earth
I bow down to everything You are
Beautiful Jesus
You are my only worth
So I will embrace You always
As I walk this earth

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Captivate us, Lord Jesus
Set our eyes on You
Devastate us with Your presence
Falling down
And rushing river, draw us nearer
Holy fountain consume us with You
Captivate us Lord Jesus, with You

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“I suddenly woke up and real songs started coming out of me. Songs that I didn’t plan on writing. But that just became a reflection of how I feel and the mood that I was in and these awakenings that I was having."

Jason Mraz

swimming in a puddle of insanity

If a man knows not what harbor he seeks, any wind is the right wind. -Seneca.

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The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens.
It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head.
And it is his head that splits. - G.K. Chesterton


currently listening to:
"Ashes and Wine" - A Fine Frenzy
"Cannonball"- Damien Rice