Maligayang Pagbati sa Iyong Kaarawan, Kitkat!
hehe...wish ko for you, sana matuloy na pagsama mo sa jogging!
Greetings fellow CS Alumni!
In behalf of the Alumni Association, I would like to invite
everyone to the UP Diliman Computer Science Alumni
Association's 2001 ALUMNI HOMECOMING on
December 18, 2001 (Tuesday) at the Balay Chanselor
at 6:00PM. This will be our first homecoming so we have
really been preparing for this event for months already.
To confim your attendance, please email
jppetines@hotmail.com
In behalf of the Alumni Association, I would like to invite
everyone to the UP Diliman Computer Science Alumni
Association's 2001 ALUMNI HOMECOMING on
December 18, 2001 (Tuesday) at the Balay Chanselor
at 6:00PM. This will be our first homecoming so we have
really been preparing for this event for months already.
To confim your attendance, please email
jppetines@hotmail.com
"BATIBOT"
from Aming Katha
Ang Aming Katha was supposed to be about memories, childhood memories in particular. Batibot, after all, was that TV show that kept us happy during our childhood. We all know the lyrics to the show's theme: "Pagmulat ng mata, langit nakatawa sa Batibot, sa Batibot."
It was that time when we were content with what we had, when we had everything we needed, and when everybody we wanted to be with were with us.
But we grow up; too soon, in fact, and eventually, we need to leave Batibot behind. We grow up and see that the world is not about the happy songs we used to sing and the fun games we used to play. We realize that we're no longer in Batibot.
And then we grow up even more; some of us even forget that Batibot ever existed, and that they were ever in that place. All of the wonder is erased from their minds.
But then, our lives were designed in such a way that we could have a taste of Batibot every now and then, some more often than others. It would not be the same as the Batibot we knew when we were kids.
But it still is similar to that place. The fun and games, the songs, and the stories may no longer be there, but it still is a place where you could be happy. It's still that place that makes you thankful you actually exist. It's still that place that makes you care. It's still that place that makes you feel that you have all that you could ever ask for in the world.
Each person has her own personal happy place, her very own Batibot. It could be enjoyed only a few moments at a time, and then we need to grow up, move on. We need to leave again.
And then once more we go back into the world. We stumble, get hurt, get our hearts broken. But we carry on living despite the bruises and the broken hearts. We carry on because we know we could be back in Batibot in no time. A different kind of Batibot, but Batibot nonetheless.
from Aming Katha
Ang Aming Katha was supposed to be about memories, childhood memories in particular. Batibot, after all, was that TV show that kept us happy during our childhood. We all know the lyrics to the show's theme: "Pagmulat ng mata, langit nakatawa sa Batibot, sa Batibot."
It was that time when we were content with what we had, when we had everything we needed, and when everybody we wanted to be with were with us.
But we grow up; too soon, in fact, and eventually, we need to leave Batibot behind. We grow up and see that the world is not about the happy songs we used to sing and the fun games we used to play. We realize that we're no longer in Batibot.
And then we grow up even more; some of us even forget that Batibot ever existed, and that they were ever in that place. All of the wonder is erased from their minds.
But then, our lives were designed in such a way that we could have a taste of Batibot every now and then, some more often than others. It would not be the same as the Batibot we knew when we were kids.
But it still is similar to that place. The fun and games, the songs, and the stories may no longer be there, but it still is a place where you could be happy. It's still that place that makes you thankful you actually exist. It's still that place that makes you care. It's still that place that makes you feel that you have all that you could ever ask for in the world.
Each person has her own personal happy place, her very own Batibot. It could be enjoyed only a few moments at a time, and then we need to grow up, move on. We need to leave again.
And then once more we go back into the world. We stumble, get hurt, get our hearts broken. But we carry on living despite the bruises and the broken hearts. We carry on because we know we could be back in Batibot in no time. A different kind of Batibot, but Batibot nonetheless.
After a While
galing ke loraine
After a while you learn the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company
doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and
presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and
your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a
child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today because
tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get
too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for
someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
galing ke loraine
After a while you learn the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company
doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and
presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and
your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a
child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today because
tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get
too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for
someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
I am a sheep, but so is most of my friends from school...
Sheep
1907 1919 1931 1943 1955 1967 1979 1991 2003 2015
Lucky Numbers: 3, 4, 5, 12, 34, 45 & 54
Sheep are gentle, selfless creatures - you will find many of them in the caring professions. They are often artistic but tend to follow an established tradition rather than create an original style. Consequently, they make skilled craftspeople. In fact, in all spheres of life Sheep people, like the animals they are named after, are followers rather than leaders. They often lack a sense of direction and therefore can become lost and confused in life if they do not receive strong but kindly guidance. Left to their own devices, Sheep can be irresponsible and impractical.
Sheep people can be great peacemakers, able to defuse an explosive situation with their considerable tact and diplomacy. They value security above all else.
Sheep
1907 1919 1931 1943 1955 1967 1979 1991 2003 2015
Lucky Numbers: 3, 4, 5, 12, 34, 45 & 54
Sheep are gentle, selfless creatures - you will find many of them in the caring professions. They are often artistic but tend to follow an established tradition rather than create an original style. Consequently, they make skilled craftspeople. In fact, in all spheres of life Sheep people, like the animals they are named after, are followers rather than leaders. They often lack a sense of direction and therefore can become lost and confused in life if they do not receive strong but kindly guidance. Left to their own devices, Sheep can be irresponsible and impractical.
Sheep people can be great peacemakers, able to defuse an explosive situation with their considerable tact and diplomacy. They value security above all else.
Poem from Patch Adams
from Sonnet 17 of Pablo Neruda's 100 Love Sonnets
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep
from Sonnet 17 of Pablo Neruda's 100 Love Sonnets
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep
Surfing around, came across this...Sec. Gordon should put the following links from the DOT website.
The UNESCO has included the following Philippine sites under the prestigious World Heritage List:
1993 Tubbataha Reef Marine Park
1993 Baroque Churches of the Philippines
1995 Rice Terraces of the Philippine Cordilleras
1999 Historic Town of Vigan
1999 Puerto-Princesa Subterranean River National Park
The UNESCO has included the following Philippine sites under the prestigious World Heritage List:
1993 Tubbataha Reef Marine Park
1993 Baroque Churches of the Philippines
1995 Rice Terraces of the Philippine Cordilleras
1999 Historic Town of Vigan
1999 Puerto-Princesa Subterranean River National Park
Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)
from The Prophet
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people,
and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind
lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest
branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know
the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge
become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness
and pass out of love's threshing- floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh,
but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart,"
but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love,
if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart
and a song of praise upon your lips.
from The Prophet
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people,
and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind
lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest
branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know
the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge
become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness
and pass out of love's threshing- floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh,
but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart,"
but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love,
if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart
and a song of praise upon your lips.
A Dream within a Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Night Thoughts
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Stars, you are unfortunate, I pity you,
Beautiful as you are, shining in your glory,
Who guide seafaring men through stress and peril
And have no recompense from gods or mortals,
Love you do not, nor do you know what love is.
Hours that are aeons urgently conducting
Your figures in a dance through the vast heaven,
What journey have you ended in this moment,
Since lingering in the arms of my beloved
I lost all memory of you and midnight.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Stars, you are unfortunate, I pity you,
Beautiful as you are, shining in your glory,
Who guide seafaring men through stress and peril
And have no recompense from gods or mortals,
Love you do not, nor do you know what love is.
Hours that are aeons urgently conducting
Your figures in a dance through the vast heaven,
What journey have you ended in this moment,
Since lingering in the arms of my beloved
I lost all memory of you and midnight.
"Hope is not the same as joy when things are going well,
or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously headed
for early success, but rather an ability to work for something to
succeed. Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism.
It's not the conviction that something will turn out well,
but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of
how it turns out. It is this hope that gives us strength to live and
to try new things, even in conditions that seem hopeless. Life is
too precious to permit its devaluation by living pointlessly, emptily,
without meaning, without love, and finally, without hope."
- Vaclav Havel, Disturbing the Peace
or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously headed
for early success, but rather an ability to work for something to
succeed. Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism.
It's not the conviction that something will turn out well,
but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of
how it turns out. It is this hope that gives us strength to live and
to try new things, even in conditions that seem hopeless. Life is
too precious to permit its devaluation by living pointlessly, emptily,
without meaning, without love, and finally, without hope."
- Vaclav Havel, Disturbing the Peace
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk being called sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self.
To place your ideas and your dreams before the crowd is to risk being called a fool.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair, and to try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the greatest risk in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, is nothing and becomes nothing.
~ Leo Buscaglia
To weep is to risk being called sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self.
To place your ideas and your dreams before the crowd is to risk being called a fool.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair, and to try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the greatest risk in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, is nothing and becomes nothing.
~ Leo Buscaglia
"I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me." - Isaac Newton (source: Reader's Digest, Jan 2001)
Another Suitcase in Another Hall
words and music by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice
I don't expect my love affairs to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to trouble I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it--wouldn't you?
So what happens now?
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall
Where am I going to?
You'll get by, you always have before
Where am I going to?
Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through
But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me--and they do
So what happens now?
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall
Where am I going to?
You'll get by, you always have before
Where am I going to?
Call in three months time and I'll be fine I know
Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation--here and now
So what happens now?
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall
Where am I going to?
You'll get by, you always have before
Where am I going to?
words and music by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice
I don't expect my love affairs to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to trouble I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it--wouldn't you?
So what happens now?
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall
Where am I going to?
You'll get by, you always have before
Where am I going to?
Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through
But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me--and they do
So what happens now?
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall
Where am I going to?
You'll get by, you always have before
Where am I going to?
Call in three months time and I'll be fine I know
Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation--here and now
So what happens now?
Another suitcase in another hall
So what happens now?
Take your picture off another wall
Where am I going to?
You'll get by, you always have before
Where am I going to?
The Invitation
by 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 center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled 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, to be realistic, to 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's 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 on 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 center 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.
by 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 center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled 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, to be realistic, to 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's 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 on 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 center 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.
Finding Forrester
"For if we wait too long, we risk learning that life is not a game that is won... or lost... it is a game that, too often, simply isn't played."
Family isn't always what you're born with -- sometimes it's the people you find, sometimes it's the people who find you. From Oscar-nominated director Gus Van Sant comes Finding Forrester, an uplifting story about the unusual dynamic between an isolated author and the confident teenager who changes his life.
Through their unique, occasionally contentious alliance, Jamal navigates a new world outside of the South Bronx home he shares with his loving mother and brother. Forrester is Jamal's unlikely guide on his journey into the strange, strait-laced academic community in which he must now prove himself as a writer.
"For if we wait too long, we risk learning that life is not a game that is won... or lost... it is a game that, too often, simply isn't played."
Family isn't always what you're born with -- sometimes it's the people you find, sometimes it's the people who find you. From Oscar-nominated director Gus Van Sant comes Finding Forrester, an uplifting story about the unusual dynamic between an isolated author and the confident teenager who changes his life.
Through their unique, occasionally contentious alliance, Jamal navigates a new world outside of the South Bronx home he shares with his loving mother and brother. Forrester is Jamal's unlikely guide on his journey into the strange, strait-laced academic community in which he must now prove himself as a writer.
got this from one of the posters of samasa, a student political organization in UP, when i was a freshman...
Ours must remain a time of hope and wonder.
In the face of cynicism and indifference,
we must speak of the world not as one that nears its end,
but one that ever seeks to be reborn.
Ours must remain a time of courage.
It is not surrender or compromise that stays the hand of oppression;
only unfailing challenge can undo such a regime of anguish.
Ours must remain a time for living truly and deeply.
We must not grow old in our youth.
Our lives become far richer, far mor meaningful
as we strive hand in hand to live beyond ourselves.
To contemplate the beautiful,
To stand courageous,
To lead, to serve, to live.
To be young and activist.
Ours must remain a time of hope and wonder.
In the face of cynicism and indifference,
we must speak of the world not as one that nears its end,
but one that ever seeks to be reborn.
Ours must remain a time of courage.
It is not surrender or compromise that stays the hand of oppression;
only unfailing challenge can undo such a regime of anguish.
Ours must remain a time for living truly and deeply.
We must not grow old in our youth.
Our lives become far richer, far mor meaningful
as we strive hand in hand to live beyond ourselves.
To contemplate the beautiful,
To stand courageous,
To lead, to serve, to live.
To be young and activist.
check the meaning of your names here
Gezelle
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Your name of Gezelle makes you very idealistic and generous, with the strong desire to uplift humanity leading you into situations where you can express your desire to serve others. You want to assume responsibilities and to look after people; however, you can become too involved in other people's problems and tend to worry. Your name gives you a natural desire to express along artistic and musical lines. You desire a settled home and family life, and are expressive and attentive to your loved ones. You must be careful not to become possessive and jealous of those close to you, however, as you could attract losses and unfortunate experiences. If you attach an ideal of service to your life, you could find great happiness and could express a very beautiful, happy, responsible, artistic, and generous nature. The weakness of this name is in worry, which in turn affects the nervous system, creating a tendency to be highly strung or over-sensitive to the thoughts of others.
Gezelle
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Your name of Gezelle makes you very idealistic and generous, with the strong desire to uplift humanity leading you into situations where you can express your desire to serve others. You want to assume responsibilities and to look after people; however, you can become too involved in other people's problems and tend to worry. Your name gives you a natural desire to express along artistic and musical lines. You desire a settled home and family life, and are expressive and attentive to your loved ones. You must be careful not to become possessive and jealous of those close to you, however, as you could attract losses and unfortunate experiences. If you attach an ideal of service to your life, you could find great happiness and could express a very beautiful, happy, responsible, artistic, and generous nature. The weakness of this name is in worry, which in turn affects the nervous system, creating a tendency to be highly strung or over-sensitive to the thoughts of others.
why is the sky blue?
you might be wondering why i am asking this question....see, one saturday morning, i was jogging in UP.....and then i looked up, and as expected there above me was the sky....it was just the normal sky, not clear blue but blue. smoky blue.
one good thing about jogging is that you remember to ask yourself questions about things you used to be curious about but forgot about them along the way. somehow it brings you closer to yourself when other things in your life seems to pull you away.
okay now, laugh.
you might be wondering why i am asking this question....see, one saturday morning, i was jogging in UP.....and then i looked up, and as expected there above me was the sky....it was just the normal sky, not clear blue but blue. smoky blue.
one good thing about jogging is that you remember to ask yourself questions about things you used to be curious about but forgot about them along the way. somehow it brings you closer to yourself when other things in your life seems to pull you away.
okay now, laugh.
They Can't Take That Away From Me
from the soundtrack of Love's Labours Lost
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me
We may never ever meet again, on that bumpy road to love
Still I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me
We may never ever meet again, on that bumpy road to love
Still I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No you can't take that away
You can't take that away from me
No you can't take that away from me
from the soundtrack of Love's Labours Lost
The way you wear your hat
The way you sip your tea
The memory of all that
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me
We may never ever meet again, on that bumpy road to love
Still I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No they can't take that away from me
No they can't take that away from me
The way your smile just beams
The way you sing off key
The way you haunt my dreams
No they can't take that away from me
We may never ever meet again, on that bumpy road to love
Still I'll always, always keep the memory of
The way you hold your knife
The way we danced till three
The way you changed my life
No you can't take that away
You can't take that away from me
No you can't take that away from me
Phenomenal Woman
by Maya Angelou
this poem by the noble prize winner is being circulated to celebrate women's history month
Pretty women wonder
where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built
to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
by Maya Angelou
this poem by the noble prize winner is being circulated to celebrate women's history month
Pretty women wonder
where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built
to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Song : Sway
Artist : Big Runca (Ost. American Pie)
Don't stray, don't ever go away
I should be much too smart for this
You know it gets the better of me
Sometimes, when you and I collide
I fall into an ocean of you, pull me out in time
Don't let me drown, let me down
I say it's all because of you
And here I go, losing my control
I'm practising your name so I can say it to your face
It doesn't seem right, to look you in the eye
Let all the things you mean to me
Come tumbling out my mouth
Indeed it's time to tell you why
I say it's infintely true
[Chorus]
Say you'll stay, don't come and go like you do
Sway my way, yeah I need to know all about you
And there's no cure, and no way to be sure
Why everything's turned inside out
Instilling so much doubt
It makes me so tired. I feel so uninspired
My head is battling with my heart
My logic has been torn apart
And now it all turns sour
Come sweeten every afternoon
[Chorus]
It's all because of you, it's all because of you
Now it all turns sour, come sweeten every afternoon
It's time to tell you why
I say it's infinitely true
[Chorus]
It's all because of you, it's all because of you
It's all because of you
Simple and unpretentious. Might teach you a thing or two about knighthood, love, and friendship.
A KNIGHT'S TALE
"If a man believes enough, a man can do anything"
Poor Boy wants his life to be more than it was preordained
to be. He makes it more. Simply by being true to himself. Against the
backdrop of jousting tournements across Europe in 1372.
A KNIGHT'S TALE
"If a man believes enough, a man can do anything"
Poor Boy wants his life to be more than it was preordained
to be. He makes it more. Simply by being true to himself. Against the
backdrop of jousting tournements across Europe in 1372.
Interesting book, unfortunately i can't afford this until January next year =/
SHANGHAI BABY by Hui, Wei
Banned in China for its sensual nature and irreverent style, Shanghai Baby is a raw, honest novel with its brave exposure of taboo subjects. This is the seductive, semi-autobiographical story of a café waitress in exotic Shanghai, who spends her days dreaming of becoming a writer and finding a lover. When she meets and falls for a sensitive young artist, she decides against her parent’s wishes to move in with him, leaving her job and throwing herself into writing. Shortly afterwards, she meets a charming Western businessman and finds herself in a passionate affair. Torn between her passion and her deceit, she is increasingly tormented by this chasm between love and lust, between the old China and the new. Shanghai Baby is a beautifully written novel with a distinct voice that dares to challenge convention especially in its portrayal of women in modern China. “Banned by Beijing, Wei Hui’s tales of sin in Shanghai show the cracks appearing in communist China.” Sunday Times, June 3, 2001 “A semi-autobiographical novel, which explores the sexual awakening of a beautiful 26-year old writer in China’s liveliest port city… a runaway bestseller despite … its banning by the authorities.” The Economist, April 2001
SHANGHAI BABY by Hui, Wei
Banned in China for its sensual nature and irreverent style, Shanghai Baby is a raw, honest novel with its brave exposure of taboo subjects. This is the seductive, semi-autobiographical story of a café waitress in exotic Shanghai, who spends her days dreaming of becoming a writer and finding a lover. When she meets and falls for a sensitive young artist, she decides against her parent’s wishes to move in with him, leaving her job and throwing herself into writing. Shortly afterwards, she meets a charming Western businessman and finds herself in a passionate affair. Torn between her passion and her deceit, she is increasingly tormented by this chasm between love and lust, between the old China and the new. Shanghai Baby is a beautifully written novel with a distinct voice that dares to challenge convention especially in its portrayal of women in modern China. “Banned by Beijing, Wei Hui’s tales of sin in Shanghai show the cracks appearing in communist China.” Sunday Times, June 3, 2001 “A semi-autobiographical novel, which explores the sexual awakening of a beautiful 26-year old writer in China’s liveliest port city… a runaway bestseller despite … its banning by the authorities.” The Economist, April 2001
Chasing Amy
Alyssa: "Why are we stopping?"
Holden: "Because I can't take this."
Alyssa: "Can't take what?"
Holden: "I love you."
Alyssa: "You love me?"
Holden: "I love you. And not in a friendly way,
although I think we're great friends. And not in
a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although
I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not
because you're unattainable. I love you. Very
simple, very truly. You're the epitome of every
attribute and quality I've ever looked for in
another person. I know you think of me as just a
friend, and that crossing that line is the
farthest thing from an option you'd ever
consider. But I had to say it. I can't take it
anymore. I can't stand next to you without
wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes
without feeling that longing you only read about
in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you
without wanting to express my love for everything
you are. I know this will probably queer our
friendship-no pun intended-but I had to say it,
because I've never felt this before, and I like
who I am because of it. And if bringing it to
light means we can't hang out anymore, then that
hurts me. But I couldn't allow another day to go
by without getting it out there, regardless of
the outcome, which by the look on your face is to
be the inevitable shoot-down. And I'll accept
that. But I know some part of you is hesitating
for a moment, and if there is a moment of
hesitation, that means you feel something, too.
All I ask is that you not dismiss that-at least
for 10 seconds-and try to dwell in it. Alyssa,
there isn't another soul on this ******* planet
who's ever made me half the person I am when I'm
with you, and I would risk this friendship for
the chance to take it to the next plateau.
Because it's there between you and me. You can't
deny that. And even if we never speak again after
tonight, please know that I'm forever changed
because of who you are and what you've meant to
me, which-while I do appreciate it-I'd never need
a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind
me of."
Alyssa: "Why are we stopping?"
Holden: "Because I can't take this."
Alyssa: "Can't take what?"
Holden: "I love you."
Alyssa: "You love me?"
Holden: "I love you. And not in a friendly way,
although I think we're great friends. And not in
a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although
I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not
because you're unattainable. I love you. Very
simple, very truly. You're the epitome of every
attribute and quality I've ever looked for in
another person. I know you think of me as just a
friend, and that crossing that line is the
farthest thing from an option you'd ever
consider. But I had to say it. I can't take it
anymore. I can't stand next to you without
wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes
without feeling that longing you only read about
in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you
without wanting to express my love for everything
you are. I know this will probably queer our
friendship-no pun intended-but I had to say it,
because I've never felt this before, and I like
who I am because of it. And if bringing it to
light means we can't hang out anymore, then that
hurts me. But I couldn't allow another day to go
by without getting it out there, regardless of
the outcome, which by the look on your face is to
be the inevitable shoot-down. And I'll accept
that. But I know some part of you is hesitating
for a moment, and if there is a moment of
hesitation, that means you feel something, too.
All I ask is that you not dismiss that-at least
for 10 seconds-and try to dwell in it. Alyssa,
there isn't another soul on this ******* planet
who's ever made me half the person I am when I'm
with you, and I would risk this friendship for
the chance to take it to the next plateau.
Because it's there between you and me. You can't
deny that. And even if we never speak again after
tonight, please know that I'm forever changed
because of who you are and what you've meant to
me, which-while I do appreciate it-I'd never need
a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind
me of."
Drawing meaning from a senseless act
By Teodoro Bacani Jr., DD
The terrorists, serving unwittingly as the left hand of God, have driven home again the fragility of all human constructs and the need to submit ourselves to God.
The well-coordinated terrorist attacks against the twin towers of the World Trade Center in New York, the Pentagon in Washington, D.C., and the plane crash outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (in all probability parts of one orchestrated assault), are a catastrophe of almost unimaginable proportions. The plane hijackings and the kamikaze dives into these highly populated buildings were designed to cause the maximum human, economic and psychological damage. The attacks were carried out in midmorning, when these places were teeming with people. There must have been about 10,000 people in each of the World Trade Center towers, and there were at any given time about 30,000 people working in the Pentagon. It is safe to guess that the dead and the injured are in the thousands.
The suicide missions caused the total collapse of the two towers, symbols of American economic prowess; they destroyed a portion of the Pentagon, symbol of American military might. In the wake of the attacks, all US and Canadian airports were closed, and all flights were grounded. The US dollar immediately slid in value, and trading stopped in the stock exchange. It is strange to think of New York, a city that never sleeps, coming to a halt, with people being evacuated and no one allowed to go in. Very few catastrophes can compare with this one. Not even Pearl Harbor inflicted as much damage on the US, I believe.
It was terrifying to watch the second plane fly smack against the second World Trade Center tower, slicing it into two parts almost immediately, and then to see the two towers crumble like sand castles before being enveloped by billows of smoke and debris. A sight reminiscent of Mount Pinatubo's eruption.
The repercussions of this terrorist attack on the world peace and economy will certainly be far-reaching. The economy of the US is already weak. The shock of this tragedy will weaken it further. That will be terrible not only for them but also for us.
The world will remain tense for some time. If those terrorists could go to such lengths and launch such a coordinated attack against the world's most powerful nation, who can be safe? The fear struck into the hearts of people will exacerbate world tension and lead to partial paralysis of many necessary endeavors.
It is all so absurd. This man-made catastrophe partakes of the absurdity of all sin. As we pray for the victims, we must all condemn this attack which could have only been demonic in its inspiration. No matter how righteous might have been the motive of those who perpetrated it, they committed a hellish deed, killing innocent people and causing psychological and economic damage which will impact largely on the poor of this world. May the masterminds and planners be brought to justice. The minions who executed their orders have, by this time, received from God their due and, let us hope, His mercy too.
But if the terrorist attack was senseless, can we just the same learn something from it? I believe we can.
The terrorist deed hit and totally demolished the World Trade Center and partially destroyed the Pentagon. These are powerful symbols of the twin idolatry of greed for money and power which has dominated the world and caused sufferings to billions of people. More than anything else in this world, these two establishments represent the modern tower of Babel, which seeks human security in wealth and power.
Do not get me wrong. I am not blaming God for this inhuman, demonic act. But this terrorist act could not have happened without
God's permission. And God allows evil even this great to happen only for the sake of greater good.
We can be sure that the victims of the attack turned to God, if only by shouting "Oh God!" in their moments of supreme danger. So many turn to the USA, the superpower, the land of promise and opportunity. It is perhaps time for this mighty country to take in all seriousness again the words written across its dollar, "In God We Trust." It will be good for the whole world when the USA is brought to its knees, not before any country or terrorist group, but before God. Fortunately this seems to be happening. Two nieces of mine in New York report that the churches are full of praying people. TODAY
By Teodoro Bacani Jr., DD
The terrorists, serving unwittingly as the left hand of God, have driven home again the fragility of all human constructs and the need to submit ourselves to God.
The well-coordinated terrorist attacks against the twin towers of the World Trade Center in New York, the Pentagon in Washington, D.C., and the plane crash outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (in all probability parts of one orchestrated assault), are a catastrophe of almost unimaginable proportions. The plane hijackings and the kamikaze dives into these highly populated buildings were designed to cause the maximum human, economic and psychological damage. The attacks were carried out in midmorning, when these places were teeming with people. There must have been about 10,000 people in each of the World Trade Center towers, and there were at any given time about 30,000 people working in the Pentagon. It is safe to guess that the dead and the injured are in the thousands.
The suicide missions caused the total collapse of the two towers, symbols of American economic prowess; they destroyed a portion of the Pentagon, symbol of American military might. In the wake of the attacks, all US and Canadian airports were closed, and all flights were grounded. The US dollar immediately slid in value, and trading stopped in the stock exchange. It is strange to think of New York, a city that never sleeps, coming to a halt, with people being evacuated and no one allowed to go in. Very few catastrophes can compare with this one. Not even Pearl Harbor inflicted as much damage on the US, I believe.
It was terrifying to watch the second plane fly smack against the second World Trade Center tower, slicing it into two parts almost immediately, and then to see the two towers crumble like sand castles before being enveloped by billows of smoke and debris. A sight reminiscent of Mount Pinatubo's eruption.
The repercussions of this terrorist attack on the world peace and economy will certainly be far-reaching. The economy of the US is already weak. The shock of this tragedy will weaken it further. That will be terrible not only for them but also for us.
The world will remain tense for some time. If those terrorists could go to such lengths and launch such a coordinated attack against the world's most powerful nation, who can be safe? The fear struck into the hearts of people will exacerbate world tension and lead to partial paralysis of many necessary endeavors.
It is all so absurd. This man-made catastrophe partakes of the absurdity of all sin. As we pray for the victims, we must all condemn this attack which could have only been demonic in its inspiration. No matter how righteous might have been the motive of those who perpetrated it, they committed a hellish deed, killing innocent people and causing psychological and economic damage which will impact largely on the poor of this world. May the masterminds and planners be brought to justice. The minions who executed their orders have, by this time, received from God their due and, let us hope, His mercy too.
But if the terrorist attack was senseless, can we just the same learn something from it? I believe we can.
The terrorist deed hit and totally demolished the World Trade Center and partially destroyed the Pentagon. These are powerful symbols of the twin idolatry of greed for money and power which has dominated the world and caused sufferings to billions of people. More than anything else in this world, these two establishments represent the modern tower of Babel, which seeks human security in wealth and power.
Do not get me wrong. I am not blaming God for this inhuman, demonic act. But this terrorist act could not have happened without
God's permission. And God allows evil even this great to happen only for the sake of greater good.
We can be sure that the victims of the attack turned to God, if only by shouting "Oh God!" in their moments of supreme danger. So many turn to the USA, the superpower, the land of promise and opportunity. It is perhaps time for this mighty country to take in all seriousness again the words written across its dollar, "In God We Trust." It will be good for the whole world when the USA is brought to its knees, not before any country or terrorist group, but before God. Fortunately this seems to be happening. Two nieces of mine in New York report that the churches are full of praying people. TODAY
As a result of the terrorism that took place in major cities in the United States last Sept 11 where two hijacked planes crashed into and causing the collapse of The World Trade Center in New York City as well as another one crashing into the Pentagon, headquarters of the US Department of Defense, in Washington, my inbox has been filled with supposedly predictions made by Nostradamus, one of the world's most widely known and read prophets from the 16th century:
"In the year of the new century and nine months,
From the sky will come a great King of Terror...
The sky will burn at forty-five degrees.
Fire approaches the great new city..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"In the City of God there will be a great thunder,
Two brothers torn apart by Chaos, while the
fortress endures, the great leader will succumb,
The third big war will begin when the big city is
burning" -
Nostradamus 1654
2001 is the first year of the new century and this is the 9th month. New York is located at the 41st degree Latitude.
Not that i believe in his predictions, he has made false predictions and a true prophet of God never gives out false prophecies, but is another world war really inevitable? Aren't the two previous ones enough?
Just made me wonder....World War Two in Europe Timeline
"In the year of the new century and nine months,
From the sky will come a great King of Terror...
The sky will burn at forty-five degrees.
Fire approaches the great new city..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"In the City of God there will be a great thunder,
Two brothers torn apart by Chaos, while the
fortress endures, the great leader will succumb,
The third big war will begin when the big city is
burning" -
Nostradamus 1654
2001 is the first year of the new century and this is the 9th month. New York is located at the 41st degree Latitude.
Not that i believe in his predictions, he has made false predictions and a true prophet of God never gives out false prophecies, but is another world war really inevitable? Aren't the two previous ones enough?
Just made me wonder....World War Two in Europe Timeline
"CROSSROADS" from the shoebox of uninvited
The bitter pangs of parting will give birth to another moment called growing. So grow on... until it's time for you to move on...
and face the crossroads again,
knowing that God loves you and is in control of everything.
read more letters at www.shoeboxed.com
The bitter pangs of parting will give birth to another moment called growing. So grow on... until it's time for you to move on...
and face the crossroads again,
knowing that God loves you and is in control of everything.
read more letters at www.shoeboxed.com
"It's your heart. You ought to take it with you." - Dr. Larch
From the Cider House Rules,
a coming-of-age story about how far we must go in order to find where we belong...
From the Cider House Rules,
a coming-of-age story about how far we must go in order to find where we belong...
Y O U T H
Youth is not a time of life -- it is a state of
mind. People grow old by deserting their ideals.
Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm
wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust,
fear and despair -- these are the long, long years
that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back
to dust.
Whether you are seventy or sixteen, there is in the
heart of every human being the love of wonder -- the
sweet amazement at the stars and the starlike things
and thoughts -- the unfailing childlike appetite for
what is coming next -- and the joy and the game of
life. You are as young as your faith and as old as
your doubts -- as young as your self-confidence and
as old as your fear; as young as your hope and as
old as your despair.
What count is not so much what you say, but what you
do; not so much what you have, but who you are.
Youth is not a time of life -- it is a state of
mind. People grow old by deserting their ideals.
Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm
wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust,
fear and despair -- these are the long, long years
that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back
to dust.
Whether you are seventy or sixteen, there is in the
heart of every human being the love of wonder -- the
sweet amazement at the stars and the starlike things
and thoughts -- the unfailing childlike appetite for
what is coming next -- and the joy and the game of
life. You are as young as your faith and as old as
your doubts -- as young as your self-confidence and
as old as your fear; as young as your hope and as
old as your despair.
What count is not so much what you say, but what you
do; not so much what you have, but who you are.
Tuesdays with Morrie
The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves. The class met on Tuesdays. It began after breakfast. The subject was The Meaning of Life. It was taught from experience....read more
The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves. The class met on Tuesdays. It began after breakfast. The subject was The Meaning of Life. It was taught from experience....read more
The Horse and His Boy (The Chronicles of Narnia #3) by C.S. Lewis
Back in the days when Peter was High King in Narnia and his brother and sisters were kings and queens under him, Shasta, a young boy with a mysterious past, overheard a plot to sell him into a life of slavery.
Deciding he must escape from his cruel master, Shasta never expects to find an ally in Bree — a war horse that talks. But together, they have an adventure that unites them with a runaway princess and her talking horse, pits them against a treacherous young prince, puts them on a dangerous journey across the desert and brings them face to face with a terrifying lion.
The Horse and His Boy mirrors the deep need that every heart feels: to belong ... to come home.
The Horse and His Boy was one of many stories C. S. Lewis had toyed with while writing the The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Prince Caspian and The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. After finishing those three stories, he thought he had written as much as he could about the land of Narnia. But Narnia wouldn't leave him alone, and within a few months of finishing The Voyage of the Dawn Treader he'd completed The Horse and His Boy. Though it was originally written fifth in the Chronicles of Narnia sequence, it takes place during the period mentioned at the end of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Therefore, Lewis recommended it be read third.
Again and again, Lewis explored themes of unbelonging in this world, because he believed we were made for another world. To paraphrase Lewis: We long for something more than we get in this life because we are heirs to something greater. Which is why it's no surprise that Calormen lacks the "magic" of Narnia. There, Shasta and the others experience the raw and very harsh edge of life without the "magic" of a transcendent hope. There, a Great Force works under cover of night to guide our friends to their final destination. And it is only when they reach the "North" that they find their heart's true home. They have gone from unbelief to belief. And then the magic truly begins.
Read Chapter 10, The Hermit of the Southern March here.
Back in the days when Peter was High King in Narnia and his brother and sisters were kings and queens under him, Shasta, a young boy with a mysterious past, overheard a plot to sell him into a life of slavery.
Deciding he must escape from his cruel master, Shasta never expects to find an ally in Bree — a war horse that talks. But together, they have an adventure that unites them with a runaway princess and her talking horse, pits them against a treacherous young prince, puts them on a dangerous journey across the desert and brings them face to face with a terrifying lion.
The Horse and His Boy mirrors the deep need that every heart feels: to belong ... to come home.
The Horse and His Boy was one of many stories C. S. Lewis had toyed with while writing the The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Prince Caspian and The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. After finishing those three stories, he thought he had written as much as he could about the land of Narnia. But Narnia wouldn't leave him alone, and within a few months of finishing The Voyage of the Dawn Treader he'd completed The Horse and His Boy. Though it was originally written fifth in the Chronicles of Narnia sequence, it takes place during the period mentioned at the end of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Therefore, Lewis recommended it be read third.
Again and again, Lewis explored themes of unbelonging in this world, because he believed we were made for another world. To paraphrase Lewis: We long for something more than we get in this life because we are heirs to something greater. Which is why it's no surprise that Calormen lacks the "magic" of Narnia. There, Shasta and the others experience the raw and very harsh edge of life without the "magic" of a transcendent hope. There, a Great Force works under cover of night to guide our friends to their final destination. And it is only when they reach the "North" that they find their heart's true home. They have gone from unbelief to belief. And then the magic truly begins.
Read Chapter 10, The Hermit of the Southern March here.
To Let Go
...does not mean to stop caring. It means I can't do it for someone else.
...is not to deny, but to accept.
...is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.
...is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.
...is to fear less and to love more.
...does not mean to stop caring. It means I can't do it for someone else.
...is not to deny, but to accept.
...is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.
...is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.
...is to fear less and to love more.
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What Color Is your aura?
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Mine was SAPPHIRE:
People with blue auras feel everything strongly — you tend to get a little emotional at the drop of a hat. You're also deeply spiritual and introspective. Matters of the heart, mind, and soul are important to you, and your waters run as deep as the ocean. Nurturing by nature, you're likely a loving, supportive caretaker. That's why friends, family, and co-workers adore you. They know you're a good listener and always have great advice and a shoulder for them to cry on. In fact, if we had to find a fault, it's that you can be a tad too self-sacrificing. Remember that it's okay to say no sometimes (er, i think know pretty well how to say no, thank you). You forgive everyone else their weaknesses, so go ahead and forgive yourself for a little well-deserved selfishness.(aaah, now that's more like it)
Let Emode check your aura instantly.
Mine was SAPPHIRE:
People with blue auras feel everything strongly — you tend to get a little emotional at the drop of a hat. You're also deeply spiritual and introspective. Matters of the heart, mind, and soul are important to you, and your waters run as deep as the ocean. Nurturing by nature, you're likely a loving, supportive caretaker. That's why friends, family, and co-workers adore you. They know you're a good listener and always have great advice and a shoulder for them to cry on. In fact, if we had to find a fault, it's that you can be a tad too self-sacrificing. Remember that it's okay to say no sometimes (er, i think know pretty well how to say no, thank you). You forgive everyone else their weaknesses, so go ahead and forgive yourself for a little well-deserved selfishness.(aaah, now that's more like it)
TIME magazine came out with their list of 40 best websites.
TIME's No.1 pick for BEST Website is MOREOVER
"Moreover's search engine does a sweet and swift job of ferreting out the top stories on the world's news, research and business sites -- and that's why it's our winner."
Other (very deserving) awardees are as follows:
EMODE for Most Self-Involved Site,
HERO MACHINE for Most Addictive Site,
and THE HUNGER SITE - click for a cause! for one of the Most Thoughtful Sites
Unsurprisingly, EARTHCAM also got a citation for one of the Most Fun Sites - A Yahoo!-like directory of webcams. From newsrooms and bedrooms to the beaches and the slopes. There's even an ashtray cam for anyone needing a reason to stop smoking.
If Earth's population was shrunk into a village of just 100 people --- with
all the human ratios existing in the world still remaining --- what would
this tiny, diverse village look like?
That's exactly what Philip M. Harter, a medical doctor at the Stanford
University School of Medicine, attempted to figure out. This is what he found:
57 would be Asian
21 would be European
14 would be from the Western Hemisphere
8 would be African
52 would be female
48 would be male
70 would be nonwhite
30 would be white
70 would be non-Christian
30 would be Christian
89 would be heterosexual
11 would be homosexual
6 people would possess 59 percent of
the entire world's wealth, and all 6
would be from the United States.
80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
1 would be near death
1 would be pregnant
1 would have a college education
1 would own a computer
a site for professional women who can whip an SQL statement in a second, troubleshoot an NT Server, makeover a PHP script, or debug a C++ code - Girl Geeks
made for grrls like me =)
made for grrls like me =)
we just got back from Punta Baluarte - i missed the kayaking but still, it was a blast!
but my thigh muscles are sore..i'll post the pictures soon, but for now let me just take a rest, ok?
but my thigh muscles are sore..i'll post the pictures soon, but for now let me just take a rest, ok?
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