Who Knew?
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by Pink

You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh huh
That's right
I took your words
And I believed
In everything
You said to me
Yeah huh
That's right

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them up
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no
No no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give anything

When someone said count your blessings now
For they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Yeah yeah
I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong and
That last kiss
I'll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes
It harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew
My darling
My darling
Who knew
My darling
I miss you
My darling
Who knew
Who knew

*I was intrigued by Princess Bride's post and checked the song out. I didn't stand a chance--i fell in love with it instantly. If you want to listen to the song, please double click the radio blog section at the right-side panel. there!--------->

Hehe. Yeah, i'm becoming quite the techie webbie.Who knew?

Repost: The Invitation
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Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty every day.
And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure- yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

St. Theresa's Prayer:
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May today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.. May you be content knowing you are a child of God.... Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us

Sonnet LXXXI
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And Now You're Mine

And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move

after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all

~Pablo Neruda~

Click on the title link to be redirected to an mp3 file of this poem. Andy Garcia and Julia Roberts reading from Il Postino.  *kilig* wala lang, masaya ako eh. Bakit ba?!

IN A HURRY
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*for Princess Bride..ate, read and reflect. Hehe

By Gina Barrett

I was in a hurry.  I came rushing through our dining room in my best
suit, focused on getting ready for an evening meeting. Gillian, my
four-year-old, was dancing about to one of her favorite oldies,
"Cool," from "West Side Story."

I was in a hurry, on the verge of being late. Yet a small voice
inside of me said, Stop.

So I stopped. I looked at her. I reached out, grabbed her hand and
spun  her around. My seven-year-old, Caitlin, came into our orbit,
and I grabbed her, too. The three of us did a wild jitterbug around
the dining room and into the living room. We were laughing. We were spinning. Could the  neighbors see the lunacy through the windows? It didn't matter. The song  ended with a dramatic flourish and our dance finished with it. I patted  them on their bottoms and sent them to take their baths.

They went up the stairs, gasping for breath, their giggles bouncing
off the walls. I went back to business. I was bent over, shoving
papers into my  briefcase, when I overheard my youngest say to her sister, "Caitlin, isn't Mommy the bestest one?"

I froze. How close I had come to hurrying through life, missing that
moment. My mind went to the awards and diplomas that covered the walls of my office. No award, no achievement I have ever earned can match this:  Isn't Mommy the bestest one?

My child said that at age four. I don't expect her to say it at age
14.  But at age 40, if she bends down over that pine box to say
good-bye to her mother, I want her to say it then.

Isn't Mommy the bestest one?

It doesn't fit on my resume. But I want it written on my tombstone.

Angel's LSS: Cuando, Cuando by Michael Buble and Nelly Furtado
24/7 Reading List: Online FAQ's..yeah, im a workaholic!
Silverscreen Pick: my officemates running berserk...haha!
Differential Diagnosis: PMSssssing!

Health, Healing & Happinesss for "House"?
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No character on television represents my own spiritual journey better than Gregory House, protagonist of FOX's "House." Flawed yet searching, abrasive in his search for answers, Dr. House has gone through a series of challenges, culminating with last season's near-death experience. And now that the cranky doctor is still alive and back for a third season, I continue to be amazed at the way this series flips spiritual themes upside down.

In last night's episode, House is no longer walking with his cane, thanks to the success of a risky surgery performed on his leg. He is now, with great difficulty, adjusting to a new life without physical pain. He is also a somewhat kinder, gentler version of himself. Because his co-workers like the new and improved House, some of them decide they don't just want to fix him physically, but they also want to fix him spiritually. They feel House gave a reckless diagnosis and treatment to a patient, and so his colleagues take the opportunity to teach House a lesson in humility by telling him the treatment failed--when it fact it had worked.

The failure doesn't sit well with House, who suddenly questions every personal and medical decision he makes. And then there is the pain in his leg that mysteriously begins to return. Is it real or a symptom of depression?

When House discovers that his co-workers betrayed him, he lashes out at them, and rightly so. While they often have accused him of playing God with his patients, it is, in fact, his fellow doctors who have played God, this time with House's life, by tricking him. More importantly, House challenges the notion that humility only reveals itself by outward signs of modesty. House is humbled by the leg pain that is returning as well as by the Vicodin addiction he can't quite beat.

As always, it remains to be seen how House will grow as a person as he continues to wrestle with fresh physical and emotional pain. However, just like my own tumultuous journey, I am sure House's journey will continue to be unexpected, but, in the end, very rewarding.

I Wish You Love
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remake by Michael Buble'

I wish you bluebirds in the spring
To give your heart a song to sing
I wish you health
And more than wealth
I wish you love

And in July a lemonade
To cool you in some leafy glade
I wish you health
And more than wealth
I wish you love

My breaking heart and I agree
That you and I could never be
So with my best
My very best
I set you free

I wish you shelter from the storm
And a cozy fire to keep you warm
And most of all
When snowflakes fall
I wish you love

***

"It's not you, it's me" sounds so lame and cliche'...but it's true. Believe me I truly am sorry.

FRIENDS, OR ADMIRERS?
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 In a Charlie Brown cartoon, Charlie is eating a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich, and as he eats he notices his hands and becomes enamored with them. He holds them up and starts looking up at them, then muses:

"I like my hands. They are fascinating. They really are. I have nice hands. They have a lot of character. Do you realize that these two little hands may someday accomplish greater things?  These hands may someday do marvelous works...miracles. They may build mighty bridges, or heal the sick, or hit home runs, or write soul-stirring novels..." Lucy finally interrupts this grandiose musing and puts it in perspective. "Charlie, your hands have jelly on them."

We need friends like that too -- friends who don't worship at our altar. We're only human, not gods.

If you only have friends who think you're wonderful, they aren't friends. They're admirers. And admirers won't hang around long once they see the not-so-wonderful sides of your humanity. Lucy may sometimes seem to Charlie Brown as the bane of his existence, but she'll always shoot straight with him, and he --as well as you and I -- need that.

The Carrot, Egg and the Coffee Bean
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*stolen from Ate Me-Anne's blog hehe. Glad she has it online. hehe. I missed this story!

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.

Soon the pots came to boil.In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying aword. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."

"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft.The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity - boiling water. Each reacted differently.The carrot went in strong, hard , and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.The ground coffee beans were unique, however, after they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I?Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, ... but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor.

If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level?

How do you handle adversity?Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

Hmmm...I'm a caffeine addict, so my aim is to be coffee...or tea...They say a woman is like a tea bag, you find out her true essence after steeping her in hot water. Always, always, we go through crucibles in different forms--fire for some, water for others, and then there are the storms we must weather-- It's a never-ending process of purification. All I can say is, trust the pilot who steers your life...HE knows what he's doing, eventhough half the time you don't! hehe! ~ stephie

Angel's LSS: Ulan by Cueshe
24/7 Reading List: Online Help Desk lay-out...for editing!
Silverscreen Pick: Gilmore Girls Season 6
Differential Diagnosis: may toyo pa rin si Angel!

"I WILL MOVE THE ROCK"
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A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light and the Savior appeared.  The Lord told the man he had work  for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin.  The  Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his  might.

This the man did, day after day.  For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of  the unmoving rock, pushing with all his might.  Each night the man returned to his cabin sore and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain.

Seeing that the man was showing signs of discouragement, Satan decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the man's mind such as: "You  have been pushing against that rock for a long time, and it hasn't  budged. Why kill yourself over this?  You are never going to move it."

Thus giving the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure, these thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man even more.  "Why kill myself over this?"  he thought. "I'll just put in my time, giving just the minimum effort and that will be good enough."

And that he planned to do until one day he decided to make it a matter of  prayer and take his troubled thoughts to the God.  "Lord," he said, "I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked.  Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter.  What is wrong?  Why am I failing?"

To this the Lord responded compassionately, "My friend, when I asked
you  to serve me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push  against the rock with all your strength, which you have done.  Never once  did I mention to you that I expected you to move it.  Your task was to  push.  And now you come to me, with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed.  But, is that really so?  Look at yourself.  Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewed and brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, and your legs have become massive and  hard.  Through opposition you have grown much and your abilities now surpass that which you used to have. Yet you haven't moved the rock.  But your calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom.  This you have done.

"I, my friend, will move the rock," says the Lord.

At times when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect  to decipher what He wants, when actually what God wants is just simple  obedience and faith in Him...

"By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains; but it is still God who moves the mountain."

Angel's LSS: Lifehouse
24/7 Reading List: a client's resume' for revision
Silverscreen Pick: Gilmore Girls Season 6
Differential Diagnosis: Perpertually PMS-ing!

Just Saying My Thanks
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Here's a quick one before I run off to hear mass.

THANK YOU LORD for the wonderful week.

For all the blessings and graces and challenges that YOU helped me overcome; for the answered prayers and petitions; for my Dad's improving health; for constantly watching over my brother and my stepmom; for the gift work and allowing me to use my abilities and capabilities; for the financial blessings given without me asking; for my friends who stick by me through both "may toyo" and lucid days; for my SLG family and my prayer partners; for my mentors and confidantes; for people who continue to trust me with their secrets and seek me out for counsel; and yes, I am giving thanks that he stayed.

Repeat After Me:
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 I'm not myself today!

It's one of those days when I feel threadbare and worn-out. Too much pressure yesterday, I guess. I'm not in the mood to be OC, so I ended up being cranky and ogrish.

Must be a bad case of pre-birthday blues!