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Jul 18, 2005 12:57 am
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* when i feel lonely or scared, i always think of the lyrics of this song and i feel better right away...
HOME
Brian McKnight
Thinking back when we first met
I remember what you said
You said you'd never leave me
I let go of your hand
Built my castle in the sand
But now I'm reachin' out again
And I'm not letting go
Till you
Hold me
Mold me
Sometimes I feel so all alone
See I gotta find me way back home
So why don't you
Shape me
make me
Wash me whiter than the snow
I gotta find my way
Back home
Master upon my knees i pray
I just want to be the clay
Put your arms around me
Place my life in your hands
Lord, I know I'm just a man
I know you understand
This time I'm not letting go
Till you
Anoint me
Appoint me
Sometimes I feel so alone
See, I gotta find my way back home
So why don't you
Chastise me
Baptize me
Wash me whiter than the snow
I gotta find my way
'Cause I'm lost and alone
I've been wandering
Long enough to know
Humbly I search for you
And I'm not gonna rest
Till you
Choose me
Use me
Sometimes I feel so alone
I'm on my way back home
So why don't you
Direct me
Bless me
Wash me whiter than the snow
I'm on my way
Back home
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response to a special request
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Jul 14, 2005 9:03 am
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* Hey tutti, sorry for the delay. but here it is, found it! lol...
so this song is dedicated to a good friend online and a "peaceful" neighbor... hahaha
Bridges
Sergio Mendes, Kevyn Lettau
I have crossed a thousand bridges
In my search for something real
There were great suspension bridges
Made of spiderwebs of steel
There were tiny wooden trestles
And there were bridges made of stone
I have always been a stranger
And I've always been alone
There's a bridge to tomorrow
There's a bridge from the past
There's a bridge made of sorrow
That I pray would not last
There's a bridge made of colors
In the sky high above
And I'm certain there must be
Bridges made out of love
I can see him in a distance
On the rivers of the shore
And his hands reach out in longing
As my own have done before
And I call across to tell him
Where I believe the bridge must lie
And I'll find it, yes I'll find it
If I search until I die
When the bridge is between us
We'll have nothing to fear
We will run through the sunlight
And you'll meet me halfway
There's a bridge made of colors
In the sky high above
And I'm certain there must be
Bridges made out of love
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I am a Filipino
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Jul 12, 2005 9:17 pm
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I am a Filipino.
Within me lies
The pride of our people ‒
Pride for our culture
And pride for our heritage.
I am a Filipino.
And my heart is full of love
Love of our country ‒
Its beauty
And the richness of its history.
I am a Filipino.
And behind me lie
The courage of our heroes
And the blood they shed
For the freedom they believed in.
I am a Filipino.
And what I see of my country
Right now
Fills me with fear
And moves me to tears.
I see people driven
To the streets once again
Defending the truth and justice
That should have been ours by right.
I see people we have elected
Use the power we gave them
To deprive us of our freedom,
Our honor, and our dignity.
But I am a Filipino.
And within me there’s a spark
The strength of our people
And I believe
That there is still hope.
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a mother's love
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Jul 7, 2005 4:19 am
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I heard this song performed in a local singing contest on TV one Saturday night and it has touched me so much that I cant get it off my mind. Im so happy I found the lyrics for it. It was sang originally by celine dion...
If I Could
by Ron Miller, Ken Hirsch & Marti Sharron
If I could
I'd protect you from the sadness in your eyes
Give you courage in a world of compromise
Yes, I would
If I could
I would teach you all the things I've never learned
And I'd help you cross the bridges that I've burned
Yes, I would
If I could
I would try to shield your innocence from time
But the part of life I gave you isn't mine
I've watched you grow, so I could let you go
If I could
I would help you make it through the hungry years
But I know that I could never cry your tears
But I would
If I could
Yes, if I live
In a time and place where you don't want to be
You don't have to walk along this road with me
My yesterday won't have to be your way
If I knew
I would try to change the world I brought you to
And there isn't very much that I could do
But I would
If I could
Oh baby
I just want to protect you
And help my baby through the hungry years
'Cause you're part of me
And if you ever ever ever need
I said a shoulder to cry on
Or just someone to talk to
I'll be there, I'll be there
I didn't change your world
But I would
If I could
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Things that money cant buy
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Jul 7, 2005 4:16 am
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Money cant buy happiness
Because happiness is a choice
Money cant buy friendship
Because friendship is a gift
Money cant buy love,
Because love has no price tag
Money cant buy life
Because life is not ours to sell
Money cant buy you gratitude
Because gratitude comes from within
Money cant buy you a family
Because family is something that you build
Money cant buy you loyalty
Because loyalty is something that you earn
Money cant buy you the truth
Because the truth is something you have to dig for
Money cant buy you freedom
Because freedom is something you fight for
Money cant buy you faith
Because faith is something you learn by yourself
Money cant buy you dignity
Because your dignity depends on you.
All the things essential in life
Are those that money cant buy
Why then do we have to work so hard
To earn so much each day
When the things we need to get us through
Can all be ours for free?
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rainy days and mondays
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Jul 5, 2005 5:55 am
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It’s Monday morning.
Here I am, sitting in front of my computer and staring blankly at the monitor. My “TO DO” list is glaring at me from the center of my desk. My department-mates are all busy doing their own thing. My boss is… out somewhere.
And here I am, doing…. Nothing.
I don’t know what bug bit me last night. Or early this morning, perhaps. I just don’t feel like working at the moment. I don’t feel like doing anything. Period.
Maybe I’ll just go take a walk for a while and shake off these… blues, or whatever this is. Hopefully, when I get back, I’ll be my old cheerful self once again…
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choices...
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Jun 29, 2005 8:37 am
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Sometimes in life, we are faced with so many choices that we tend to lose focus. We get blinded by the possibilities that we fail to look closely at each avenue that is being opened for us.
Most of the time, those doors which appear uncomplicated and promising at the start are the ones who eventually lead to bumpy roads and muddy creeks. And the doors with rusty hinges and battered bodies are the ones that later lead you to happiness and self-fulfillment.
Why are we always given such difficult choices? Are we intentionally being led astray? Or are we just too deaf and blind to grasp what should have been so easy to understand?
Choices.
Whichever way you turn, there they are. Teasing. Taunting. Mocking.
And when you pick the wrong one, you have no one but yourself to blame. So you start berating yourself for choosing poorly. You feel that you should have known better. You think that, given more time, had you been more patient, you would have decided differently.
Why is it that things always seem so much easier and clearer, and the choices so much simpler, on hindsight? Is it because the wrong choices that we have made and the experience that we gained from them have made us that much wiser?
Choices.
Your career. Your family. Your friend. Your lover.
No matter how much you may want it, you cannot have it all.
The road is narrowing. You have reached a cross-road. Which way will you go?
The time has come. Choose.
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tracing your roots...
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Jun 26, 2005 11:33 pm
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i attended a family reunion yesterday. it was from my mother's side.. from my lolo's siblings down to my mom's cousins... and to us - the 3rd generation.
it was amazing. i mean, how many people know who and where they really came from? we were able to trace our great-great-great grandparents - and we were told stories of the life they led. how they had to walk several miles just to be able to go to school. how they struggled to work to raise their families. how hard their lives in manila had been at first. and how they pursued their dreams just to improve the lives of their children.
their hard work in the past have paid off. and we are the ones who are reaping the gains.
one of my uncles, who was a priest, told us that one thing we should learn in that reunion is gratitude. .. for those who've been there before us, who paved the way for us, who made it possible for us to enjoy the life we have now.
and so, id like to say THANK YOU to all our parents, grandparents, great grandparents, great-great-grandparents, and to all those who came before them. THANK YOU for giving me my life...
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peer pressure...
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Jun 20, 2005 6:47 am
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i dont have anything in mind to write about yet. maybe im just a little tired right now. or maybe my head's a little blank at the moment. haha
anyway, i just decided to create this blog... out of peer pressure. lol. people have either been asking me why i dont have a blog or why dont i create one... so guys, here i am!
i guess this is a step in the right direction, huh... but then again, maybe not. because my first article here is so senseless!
lol... so maybe i should just end it here. will try to do better next time. promise...
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