Monday, June 27, 2011
:) :) :)
things in life move with twists and turns
and they happen with valid reason.
so if you doubt why
something happens to you
stick to this:
we can never learn to be brave and strong
if the only thing you know in this world is
"HAPPINESS"
psychmates dearest :)
Friendship is the allay of our sorrows,
the ease of our passions,
the discharge of our oppressions,
the sanctuary to our calamities,
the counselor of our doubts, the clarity of our minds.
-Jeremy Taylor.
ohhw these people. they make my college life crazeeeey
and so damn happyyyyy :)
Sunday, June 26, 2011
best buddy :D
in line with existence in this vast world are companions. billions of people were all over this world yet we do meet several persons sitting with us in a roller coaster ride of this life's journey.
i've met Cristine Despares when we were still in kindergarten. we were table mates and she bullies me. she pinches at my arm and draws an ex on my table. i cry and then she'd laugh at me while if i've got food, she would always treat me well so that she could get a share with my food (hahahahah! amawa jud nimo bhest uy). we always get scolded with our teacher together 'coz we are so talkative and lazy with writing activities given to us. (nah! pasaway jud kayu me) there were also times that the teacher punished us. (sit on the air jud me) and then we just laugh. (unsa ka way buot XD )
we are still classmates in attending our elementary years. we were girlscouts and we don't miss campings (paborito) and we always end up getting scolded my our scout master at night because we always create noises of chuckles. the next morning, cristine got a stomach ache (hala bhest. gigabaan tah.hek3)
during our 5th grade, together with Pearl Anne (the 3 of us were the closest ), we run so fast to get out of the gate right after dismissal so that we could not attend the flag retreat which bores us a lot. (hahahahah! mga pasaway)
cristine and i were neighbors and i go to their house at weekends for chitchat (mga chikadora jud).
during our highschool years, we don't see each other as always. we just meet each other at the corridors. however, that span of time won't erase the time we've built up.
just this summer, we always go on working out (jogging and aerobics) every afternoon. mag cge ra jud me ug pangtawa ug chika. i just can't write enough as of this moment. di maigo ang tanan kung aqng isuwat tanan. :)
i'm so glad meeting a person i can totally be stupid with. i love you CRISTINE DESPARES :D
Friday, June 24, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
..!..
today is one of my worst days!
i really hate seeing him around.
i wonder why of all people destined to be my brother
(though he had never been a brother figure),
it's him that was given to me.
such an irresponsible, self-centered, an urgh! all those SH*T*!
Friday, June 17, 2011
SWEET SERENDIPITY by lee dewyze xD
I ain’t got no car
And I've got one pair of jeans
They’ve been stretched too far
And now they’re weak at the seams
I can’t say what’s next
And I got nothin' up my sleeve
But I don’t lose my head
Cause it ain’t really up to me
[chorus]
And I’m doing just fine
I’m always landing on my feet
In the nic of time
And by the skin of my teeth
I ain’t gonna stress
Cause the worst ain’t happened yet
Somethings watching over me
Like Sweet Serendipity
Sweet Serendipity
I don’t ask for a lot
No nothing more than I need
Because I love what I got
Don’t need to play the lottery
I just want to be strong
At the end of the road
I don’t want to hold on
I want the strength to let go
[chorus]
And I’m doing just fine
I’m always landing on my feet
In the nic of time
And by the skin of my teeth
I ain’t gonna stress
Cause the worst ain’t happened yet
Somethings watching over me
Like SWEET SERENDIPITY
And what will be will be
In the nic of time
And by the skin of my teeth
I aint gonna stress
And I've got one pair of jeans
They’ve been stretched too far
And now they’re weak at the seams
I can’t say what’s next
And I got nothin' up my sleeve
But I don’t lose my head
Cause it ain’t really up to me
[chorus]
And I’m doing just fine
I’m always landing on my feet
In the nic of time
And by the skin of my teeth
I ain’t gonna stress
Cause the worst ain’t happened yet
Somethings watching over me
Like Sweet Serendipity
Sweet Serendipity
I don’t ask for a lot
No nothing more than I need
Because I love what I got
Don’t need to play the lottery
I just want to be strong
At the end of the road
I don’t want to hold on
I want the strength to let go
[chorus]
And I’m doing just fine
I’m always landing on my feet
In the nic of time
And by the skin of my teeth
I ain’t gonna stress
Cause the worst ain’t happened yet
Somethings watching over me
Like SWEET SERENDIPITY
And what will be will be
In the nic of time
And by the skin of my teeth
I aint gonna stress
Cause the worst ain’t happened yet
Somethings watching over me
Like Sweet Serendipity
Sweet Serendipity
Like Sweet Serendipity
Don’t look fate can only find you
You can’t choose for something to surprise you
Set sail without a destination
Just see where the wind will take you
You never know when you're gonna fall
But I'm not worried
No I'm not worried
[chorus]
And I’m doing just fine
I’m always landing on my feet
In the nic of time
And by the skin of my teeth
I ain’t gonna stress
Cause the worst ain’t happened yet
Somethings watching over me
And I’m doing just fine
I’m always landing on my feet
In the nic of time
And by the skin of my teeth
I ain’t gonna stress
Cause the worst ain’t happend yet
Somethings watching over me
Like Sweet Serendipity
Sweet Serendipity
Sweet Serendipity
Don’t look fate can only find you
You can’t choose for something to surprise you
Set sail without a destination
Sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet
Sweet Serendipity
Sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet
Sweet Serendipity
I don't know
SWEET SERENDIPITY :)
Like Sweet Serendipity
Sweet Serendipity
Like Sweet Serendipity
Don’t look fate can only find you
You can’t choose for something to surprise you
Set sail without a destination
Just see where the wind will take you
You never know when you're gonna fall
But I'm not worried
No I'm not worried
[chorus]
And I’m doing just fine
I’m always landing on my feet
In the nic of time
And by the skin of my teeth
I ain’t gonna stress
Cause the worst ain’t happened yet
Somethings watching over me
And I’m doing just fine
I’m always landing on my feet
In the nic of time
And by the skin of my teeth
I ain’t gonna stress
Cause the worst ain’t happend yet
Somethings watching over me
Like Sweet Serendipity
Sweet Serendipity
Sweet Serendipity
Don’t look fate can only find you
You can’t choose for something to surprise you
Set sail without a destination
Sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet
Sweet Serendipity
Sweet, sweet
Sweet, sweet
Sweet Serendipity
I don't know
SWEET SERENDIPITY :)
a story of DETERMINATION :)
In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not practical. It had never been done before.
Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.
Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.
The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.
"We told them so."
"Crazy men and their crazy dreams."
"It`s foolish to chase wild visions."
Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.
He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.
It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.
He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.
For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.
Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.
L~I~F~E's irony xD
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ?... don't you think ?
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ?... don't you think ?
Chorus
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
'Well isn't this nice...'
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think
Repeat Chorus
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
It's a traffic jam when you're already late
It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic... don't you think
A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...
Repeat Chorus
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
'Well isn't this nice...'
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think
Repeat Chorus
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
It's a traffic jam when you're already late
It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic... don't you think
A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...
Repeat Chorus
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
a story of adversity ~ lives to inspire
Kevin *
Riding my bicycle along
Hollywood Boulevard today
I saw him in the crowd - noticed
him instantly. When we reached
each other, I said hi and asked
if he would mind if I took his
photo.
"You want my photo?"
Yeah, I said. There's nobody
like you.
"I know." And he smiled for me
-although his face was
evidently destroyed by something-
and his mouth reconstructed.
I asked him what happened.
"Shot," he said. "Shot in the
face." He motioned a gun
at close range being shot
directly into his face.
Andyou survived that? I asked.
"No," he said with a smile.
"I'm dead."
I apologized for what was
a stupid question, but it
was hard to fathom - gun shot-
close range - into his face. And
he lived.
So what happened? I asked.
Was it an accident, or did
someone mean to shoot you?
"I did it myself. Tried to kill
myself."
You did?
"Yeah."
Where?
"Arizona."
Phoenix?
"Tucson."
So tell me, how did it feel,
after you shot yourself in the
face - and you came to -
and realized you were not
dead?
"Agony. The worst agony
ever."
Man.
"Yeah."
What kind of gun?
"30-aught-six."
I was thunderstruck. I have
met and photographed many
people - who are featured in this
stream - humans who have
overcome amazing
adversity. Lydia, who was
burnt almost to death.
Ray, whose eye was gone.
Margaret, who weighed over
500 pounds.
But this. Man. And yet he
was smiling. I told him what
I thought:
God gives everyone a different
life - and some people get really
really hard lives.
"That's me. Doesn't get
much worse."
Told me he's on the street.
Homeless.
I asked him how bad it was
that he wanted to die.
"Bad. Really bad. The worse
kind."
Are you gonna try again?
"No. I tried once. That's enough."
Man.
Sometimes our lives
seem hard - unbearable even -
but then we meet Kevin.
Or Lydia. Or Ray. And realize
again how lucky we are.
How hard some humans
have it.
Man.
And yet
he smiled. He smiled
for me. This man with his
face blown off - by his own
hand. And here he is -
in the sunshine, listening
to music, smiling.
Don't even know what else
to say about this. Guess
I've already said it.
Hollywood Boulevard today
I saw him in the crowd - noticed
him instantly. When we reached
each other, I said hi and asked
if he would mind if I took his
photo.
"You want my photo?"
Yeah, I said. There's nobody
like you.
"I know." And he smiled for me
-although his face was
evidently destroyed by something-
and his mouth reconstructed.
I asked him what happened.
"Shot," he said. "Shot in the
face." He motioned a gun
at close range being shot
directly into his face.
Andyou survived that? I asked.
"No," he said with a smile.
"I'm dead."
I apologized for what was
a stupid question, but it
was hard to fathom - gun shot-
close range - into his face. And
he lived.
So what happened? I asked.
Was it an accident, or did
someone mean to shoot you?
"I did it myself. Tried to kill
myself."
You did?
"Yeah."
Where?
"Arizona."
Phoenix?
"Tucson."
So tell me, how did it feel,
after you shot yourself in the
face - and you came to -
and realized you were not
dead?
"Agony. The worst agony
ever."
Man.
"Yeah."
What kind of gun?
"30-aught-six."
I was thunderstruck. I have
met and photographed many
people - who are featured in this
stream - humans who have
overcome amazing
adversity. Lydia, who was
burnt almost to death.
Ray, whose eye was gone.
Margaret, who weighed over
500 pounds.
But this. Man. And yet he
was smiling. I told him what
I thought:
God gives everyone a different
life - and some people get really
really hard lives.
"That's me. Doesn't get
much worse."
Told me he's on the street.
Homeless.
I asked him how bad it was
that he wanted to die.
"Bad. Really bad. The worse
kind."
Are you gonna try again?
"No. I tried once. That's enough."
Man.
Sometimes our lives
seem hard - unbearable even -
but then we meet Kevin.
Or Lydia. Or Ray. And realize
again how lucky we are.
How hard some humans
have it.
Man.
And yet
he smiled. He smiled
for me. This man with his
face blown off - by his own
hand. And here he is -
in the sunshine, listening
to music, smiling.
Don't even know what else
to say about this. Guess
I've already said it.
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