There was a time when I was addicted to downloading songs. I did not download just any song. I had a theme. It was not the current songs... not R&B... not house... not trance... not even the 90's. I looked for my wedding songs!
This was what I came up with:
* Beautiful In My Eyes by Joshua Kadison
* I Could Not Ask For More by Edwin McCain
* Your Smiling Face - James Taylor
* All You Need Is Love by Lynden David Hill
* Ikaw Lamang by Gary Valenciano
My search for wedding songs happened around a month ago.
Now I am addicted to weddings videos!
Oh my gulay. I know! So cheesy!
Eeeep!
To my future husband, please sweep me off my feet ASAP.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
My Way Back to Basketball
Out of the blue.. I recently joined the team of my college teammates for this upcoming league this November. It was sobrang biglaan. Lately I felt like lazy ass. So I told myself I better do some physical activity other than playing WII or else my health would suffer some way or another. And guess what happened next? One of my college teammates messaged me in YM and invited me to join their league. So there. End of story.
Trained with them awhile ago. Whatta a way to welcome me. Good thing I was able to survive almost 45 minutes of basketball non stop. Huwow.
Now I am off to bed. Goodluck to my bodylicious goal.
Haha
Trained with them awhile ago. Whatta a way to welcome me. Good thing I was able to survive almost 45 minutes of basketball non stop. Huwow.
Now I am off to bed. Goodluck to my bodylicious goal.
Haha
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Unknown
You love until you don't.
You try until you can't.
You laugh until you cry.
You cry until you laugh.
And every one must breathe
Until their dying breath.
The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
some stuff to think about...
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, 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.
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, 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.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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