God could have made us all Sanguines.
We could have lots of fun but accomplish little.
He could have made us all Melancholies.
We would have been organized and charted but not very cheerful.
He could have made us all Cholerics.
We would have been set to lead, but impatient that no one would follow!
He could have made us all Phlegmatics.
We would have had a peaceful world but not much enthusiasm for life.
We need each temperament for the total function of the body.
Each part should do its work to unify the action and produce harmonious results.
-Florence Littauer in The Gift of Encouraging Words
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
A Song dedication to a friend and others who need it as well
Hymns were all written by people who understood, felt and suffered the toils of life. When we were children, troubles didn't feel all that heavy. But as we continue to grow, our burdens of life inevitably grow too. We realize we need to be equipped with great mental and physical strength so that we can shoulder the responsibility well and efficiently. When we are adults ("a man"), we put away childish things. That is supposed to be only natural, isn't it? Well, it's always easier said than done. Despite having many adults amidst us, they do many childish things as well. ):
Without further ado, here they go!
Tell It To Jesus Alone
i.
Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted?
Tell it to Jesus,
Tell it to Jesus,
Are you grieving over joy departed,
Tell it to Jesus alone.
Refrain:
Tell it to Jesus
Tell it to Jesus
He is a friend that's well known
You have no other such a friend or brother,
Tell it to Jesus alone.
ii.
Do your tears flow down your cheeks unbidden?
Tell it to Jesus,
Tell it to Jesus,
Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden?
Tell it to Jesus alone.
Refrain:
Tell it to Jesus
Tell it to Jesus
He is a friend that's well known
You have no other such a friend or brother,
Tell it to Jesus alone.
iii.
Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow?
Tell it to Jesus
Tell it to Jesus
Are you anxious what will be tomorrow?
Tell it to Jesus alone.
Refrain:
Tell it to Jesus
Tell it to Jesus
He is a friend that's well known
You have no other such a friend or brother,
Tell it to Jesus alone.
[I checked a few sites but failed to find the mp3 or anything media.]
A Common Love
Click here to listen to the song
A common love for each other,
A common gift to the Savior
A common bond holding us to the Lord
A common strength when we're weary
A common hope for tomorrow
A common joy in the truth of God's word
They are no-copy-and-paste work! I typed every word up there and I am doing this with only one intention: sincerity.
Hope they make you feel better and smile :)
Without further ado, here they go!
Tell It To Jesus Alone
i.
Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted?
Tell it to Jesus,
Tell it to Jesus,
Are you grieving over joy departed,
Tell it to Jesus alone.
Refrain:
Tell it to Jesus
Tell it to Jesus
He is a friend that's well known
You have no other such a friend or brother,
Tell it to Jesus alone.
ii.
Do your tears flow down your cheeks unbidden?
Tell it to Jesus,
Tell it to Jesus,
Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden?
Tell it to Jesus alone.
Refrain:
Tell it to Jesus
Tell it to Jesus
He is a friend that's well known
You have no other such a friend or brother,
Tell it to Jesus alone.
iii.
Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow?
Tell it to Jesus
Tell it to Jesus
Are you anxious what will be tomorrow?
Tell it to Jesus alone.
Refrain:
Tell it to Jesus
Tell it to Jesus
He is a friend that's well known
You have no other such a friend or brother,
Tell it to Jesus alone.
[I checked a few sites but failed to find the mp3 or anything media.]
A Common Love
Click here to listen to the song
A common love for each other,
A common gift to the Savior
A common bond holding us to the Lord
A common strength when we're weary
A common hope for tomorrow
A common joy in the truth of God's word
They are no-copy-and-paste work! I typed every word up there and I am doing this with only one intention: sincerity.
Hope they make you feel better and smile :)
Monday, July 20, 2009
When the mind strays
When the mind strays, all is lost, even one's own soul. No voice could reach her. Even she has forsaken her god. For a while.
When conflicts occur and one leaves, without a word, without goodbyes, how sad, how disappointing, how small the relationship turned out to be.
When loved ones are far apart and we miss each other every other day, we worry, we pray, we think and we love. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. :)
Home.
Who says we can't go home again? (I pity George Webber though. No, not that radio personality. He's a book character. Go figure.)
Even the father welcomes back his prodigal son. So no home would ever deny one's own child. Only a fool would do so.
Where is my home? Where is yours? Where is his? Where is hers?
The temple of God, my salvation, my refuge, my repository.
Somewhere I belong to. And the fact never changes. No, it shan't change.
Will I be able to be normal again, feel the normal feelings that a normal person will feel?
Will I be able to find myself again, and extricate myself from the tangles of numbness, orientation loss and thus be able once again to cast my cares upon others, like how God does for me?
Will I be able to love again?
Will I be able to look at the face of friendship at the same value once again? What is friendship? Is it really a farce? Cheap, selfish, self-centered, prideful friendship? Or selfish, insincere, thoughtless, unmotivated friendship? Or friendship that is masked by jealousy? Or forgotten friendship? Lost in your own deep troubles and loneliness, that you forget others? Am I not the same then? Shall I stop caring then? And even then, people who take friendship too seriously, who clung on it too much suffocates it, kills it and loses it dearly. It is too bad they did not find the right way to respect the way it should be. It is too bad they thought they could be as lawless as possible in what they deemed as true friendship. Hey, true friendship isn't about showing all the bad sides, no, it's about bringing out the good sides of one another and maintaining one's sanity by keeping those pure and delicate feelings cherished, respecting one another, listening to one another and not be dominant over the other. Love thy neighbor as thyself.
Or friendship that's blended with both sides? How do we balance that? How do we accept the bad as readily as we accept the good? Do we have the heart big enough to control that? Is it a one-man's job? It always take two to clap, doesn't it?
Sometimes, we feel, "Hey, stop being so bossy or self-righteous (just because you think you know better), [whatever name or word that describes that person]!"
Sometimes, we feel, "She/He must be heartbroken. I will go try consoling her/him".
Sometimes, we feel, "Here he comes with a motive again; what does he want this time?"
And sometimes we feel, "Oh he's so sweet. That is so sweet." Hmm, like how my friend dropped by today to show me some of the photos he took and printed.
See, friendship DOESN'T NEED A REASON. AMEN.
Back then and even now, I usually felt/feel, "Silence is golden. I don't have to say or tell out everything I know because I realize in those times when I did that that I assume an annoying Miss-Know-It-All personality and give everything all out from A-Z." That sucks. It's either being quiet or everything comes out. And so it's good to always pretend that I don't know anything in the end, or so I thought. Condense! Condense! Wait, how do I do that?
Silly, isn't it?
I may not look like it but like others, I do understand a great deal about something or someone with silent observation alone.
Find it strange or freaky or creepy, but it became something that I enjoy doing. It's the figuring-things-out process that intrigues me. Because, as the saying goes, we must never judge a book by its cover.
And so began the romance of being a mystery/thriller cult follower. Come to think about it, The Bone Collector (1995) was the first thriller film I fell in love with. And the rest.. was history :D
I assure you that my ardor definitely did not begin from the grandeur of the names that regarded the acting roles of the film. As a matter of fact, I was too naive and young to even care about who they really were then. It was the content and the depth of the characters of the film that always mattered.
By the way,
If you're reading this, hi R. It has been too long since I wrote anything, hasn't it?
And hi dormant L. If you're reading this, it's most probably because I ask you to. LOL. Okay, that insinuates me being desperate or instructive or something just plain bad. Not at all, of course. Sharing is caring. :D
And since I love spreading the word so much, I have to proclaim that someone needs to stop me from listening to the song "Mad World" (Gary Jules////Adam Lambert). I am rather fond of the lyrics, you see.
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere
Their tears are fillin' up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dyin'
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world
Children waitin' for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sits and listen, sits and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dyin'
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dyin'
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world
A raunchy young world
Mad world
Don't ask me how long I've been dwelling on this. Just give me a happier song, please.
When conflicts occur and one leaves, without a word, without goodbyes, how sad, how disappointing, how small the relationship turned out to be.
When loved ones are far apart and we miss each other every other day, we worry, we pray, we think and we love. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. :)
Home.
Who says we can't go home again? (I pity George Webber though. No, not that radio personality. He's a book character. Go figure.)
Even the father welcomes back his prodigal son. So no home would ever deny one's own child. Only a fool would do so.
Where is my home? Where is yours? Where is his? Where is hers?
The temple of God, my salvation, my refuge, my repository.
Somewhere I belong to. And the fact never changes. No, it shan't change.
Will I be able to be normal again, feel the normal feelings that a normal person will feel?
Will I be able to find myself again, and extricate myself from the tangles of numbness, orientation loss and thus be able once again to cast my cares upon others, like how God does for me?
Will I be able to love again?
Will I be able to look at the face of friendship at the same value once again? What is friendship? Is it really a farce? Cheap, selfish, self-centered, prideful friendship? Or selfish, insincere, thoughtless, unmotivated friendship? Or friendship that is masked by jealousy? Or forgotten friendship? Lost in your own deep troubles and loneliness, that you forget others? Am I not the same then? Shall I stop caring then? And even then, people who take friendship too seriously, who clung on it too much suffocates it, kills it and loses it dearly. It is too bad they did not find the right way to respect the way it should be. It is too bad they thought they could be as lawless as possible in what they deemed as true friendship. Hey, true friendship isn't about showing all the bad sides, no, it's about bringing out the good sides of one another and maintaining one's sanity by keeping those pure and delicate feelings cherished, respecting one another, listening to one another and not be dominant over the other. Love thy neighbor as thyself.
Or friendship that's blended with both sides? How do we balance that? How do we accept the bad as readily as we accept the good? Do we have the heart big enough to control that? Is it a one-man's job? It always take two to clap, doesn't it?
Sometimes, we feel, "Hey, stop being so bossy or self-righteous (just because you think you know better), [whatever name or word that describes that person]!"
Sometimes, we feel, "She/He must be heartbroken. I will go try consoling her/him".
Sometimes, we feel, "Here he comes with a motive again; what does he want this time?"
And sometimes we feel, "Oh he's so sweet. That is so sweet." Hmm, like how my friend dropped by today to show me some of the photos he took and printed.
See, friendship DOESN'T NEED A REASON. AMEN.
Back then and even now, I usually felt/feel, "Silence is golden. I don't have to say or tell out everything I know because I realize in those times when I did that that I assume an annoying Miss-Know-It-All personality and give everything all out from A-Z." That sucks. It's either being quiet or everything comes out. And so it's good to always pretend that I don't know anything in the end, or so I thought. Condense! Condense! Wait, how do I do that?
Silly, isn't it?
I may not look like it but like others, I do understand a great deal about something or someone with silent observation alone.
Find it strange or freaky or creepy, but it became something that I enjoy doing. It's the figuring-things-out process that intrigues me. Because, as the saying goes, we must never judge a book by its cover.
And so began the romance of being a mystery/thriller cult follower. Come to think about it, The Bone Collector (1995) was the first thriller film I fell in love with. And the rest.. was history :D
I assure you that my ardor definitely did not begin from the grandeur of the names that regarded the acting roles of the film. As a matter of fact, I was too naive and young to even care about who they really were then. It was the content and the depth of the characters of the film that always mattered.
By the way,
If you're reading this, hi R. It has been too long since I wrote anything, hasn't it?
And hi dormant L. If you're reading this, it's most probably because I ask you to. LOL. Okay, that insinuates me being desperate or instructive or something just plain bad. Not at all, of course. Sharing is caring. :D
And since I love spreading the word so much, I have to proclaim that someone needs to stop me from listening to the song "Mad World" (Gary Jules////Adam Lambert). I am rather fond of the lyrics, you see.
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere
Their tears are fillin' up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dyin'
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world
Children waitin' for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sits and listen, sits and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dyin'
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dyin'
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world
A raunchy young world
Mad world
Don't ask me how long I've been dwelling on this. Just give me a happier song, please.
Monday, May 25, 2009
An extra sidedish
Oh oh look at this. Terminator Salvation. Oh maaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnn, looks like I'm going to be disappointed real HARD. I LOVED The Terminator series! Not that I'm taking the reviewer's word and opinion literally-I don't even know his taste in movies- but LOOK AT THIS. 34%!!!!!
"Even the terminators seem bored"
LOL!
51% on MetaCritic- slightly higher...
Roger Ebert gave it a two star.
Hmmmm.... time is a factor. I always need to watch it for myself but with such bad reviews, I'd do it perhaps very much later. In one year? Or....maybe not. *shrugs*
Ling, Star Trek's rating's 95%. Wow. Okay..hmmm... I was no fan of Star Trek.. Still won't make it a must-watch movie for now. But I may watch it one day and surprise myself. Well, you liked it. And I trust your taste.
But Burn After Reading- I didn't watch it till the end yet- but I was actually laughing away watching the first third of the movie. And WHEN I was LAUGHING away, I could picture you staring at me in HORROR, thinking "what the heck is wrong with you???" hahahaha. It was a pointless comedy anyway-true enough. And I think that was the very thing I needed. Still need it anyway, believe it or not. :P
"Even the terminators seem bored"
LOL!
51% on MetaCritic- slightly higher...
Roger Ebert gave it a two star.
Hmmmm.... time is a factor. I always need to watch it for myself but with such bad reviews, I'd do it perhaps very much later. In one year? Or....maybe not. *shrugs*
Ling, Star Trek's rating's 95%. Wow. Okay..hmmm... I was no fan of Star Trek.. Still won't make it a must-watch movie for now. But I may watch it one day and surprise myself. Well, you liked it. And I trust your taste.
But Burn After Reading- I didn't watch it till the end yet- but I was actually laughing away watching the first third of the movie. And WHEN I was LAUGHING away, I could picture you staring at me in HORROR, thinking "what the heck is wrong with you???" hahahaha. It was a pointless comedy anyway-true enough. And I think that was the very thing I needed. Still need it anyway, believe it or not. :P
Blood. You like it?
Thanks to a fellow member of a wonderful website, I found out about the books' existence.
THE STRAIN TRILOGY A very cool website by the way.
Relating post- I know I am really, really late on this already.
Now here's a REAL VAMPIRE story. You know what I mean.
By the way, if you haven't watched Pan's Labyrinth, sighs...then you really have missed out on enjoying a really good motion picture. It's a Spanish motion picture by the way, so look for the ones that provide English subtitles, unless you are Spanish literate of course. Ah speaking about the language, I remember a friend telling me that the grammar of the language used in various countries happen to be the same, it's just the words or vocab that might differ, didn't really get what she meant by that- most probably analogous to American and British use of words I guess. In contrast to that, the Portuguese language used in different countries have entirely different use of grammar. That was some interesting fact she told me. I'm penning it down just in case I forget in the future. My poor, poor memory never serves me well.
THE STRAIN TRILOGY A very cool website by the way.
Relating post- I know I am really, really late on this already.
Now here's a REAL VAMPIRE story. You know what I mean.
By the way, if you haven't watched Pan's Labyrinth, sighs...then you really have missed out on enjoying a really good motion picture. It's a Spanish motion picture by the way, so look for the ones that provide English subtitles, unless you are Spanish literate of course. Ah speaking about the language, I remember a friend telling me that the grammar of the language used in various countries happen to be the same, it's just the words or vocab that might differ, didn't really get what she meant by that- most probably analogous to American and British use of words I guess. In contrast to that, the Portuguese language used in different countries have entirely different use of grammar. That was some interesting fact she told me. I'm penning it down just in case I forget in the future. My poor, poor memory never serves me well.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
On wisdom
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Winter
-Les Diablerets, Switzerland, 2007 The Winter Trip with my parents
There are few who can grow old with a good grace.
-Sir Richard Steele
Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose, get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter
I put my hand in my father's glove
I run off where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice, you must learn to stand up
For yourself, 'cause I can't all be around
He says, when you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna love you as much as I do?
When you gonna make up your mind?
'Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change, my dear
Boys get discovered as winter melts
Flowers competing for the sun
Years go by and I'm here still waiting
Withering where some snowman was
Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace
But I only can see myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know dad the ice is getting thin
When you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna love you as much as I do?
When you gonna make up your mind?
'Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change, my dear
Hair is grey and the fires are burning
So many dreams on the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself
He says, when you gonna make up your mind?
When you gonna love you as much as I do?
When you gonna make up your mind?
'Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change, my dear
Never change, all the white horses
The phrase, "white horses" is said to be cited from the poem "After all the white horses" by E.E. Cummings.
After All White Horses Are In Bed
after all the white horses are in bed
will you walking beside me, my very lady,
if scarcely the somewhat city
wiggles in considerable twilight
touch (now) with a suddenly unsaid
gesture lightly my eyes?
And send life out of me and the night
absolutely into me. . . . a wise
and puerile moving of your arm will
do suddenly that will do
more than heroes beautifully in shrill
armour colliding on huge blue horses,
and the poets looked at them, and made verses,
through the sharp light cryingly as the knights flew.
-- E.E. Cummings
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Posts
