Need YOU Now

Lady Antebellum " Need You Now"

Oh can I just say that this is just so freaking cool?! My latest favorite song, constantly playing in my shower room:) haha. Check it out!

Need You Now

by Lady Antebellum

Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor.
Reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it any more.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
For me it happens all the time.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.

Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door.
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
For me it happens all the time.

It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now.
I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.

I guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.

It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.
And I said I wouldn't call, but I'm a little drunk and I need you now.
And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now.

I just need you now.

Oh baby I need you now.

For the Love of Emily Dickenson

Stressfull day today. Let me leave you with these poems from my friend Emily:)

"Why do I love" You, Sir?

Emily Dickenson

"Why do I love" You, Sir?

Because—

The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He's Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—

Heart, we will forget him,

Emily Dickenson

Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.

Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging

I may remember him!

I'm nobody! Who are you?

Emily Dickenson

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Letter to URANOS

Dear You,

I recently had a dream about you. I don't dream that often about you anymore, but when days are colder and my world lacks a little spice, thoughts of you bolts just out of nowhere.

It shouldn't be this way. I'd learned to move on. So stop haunting my thoughts. I don't even want to remember you anymore. Don't pity me. I'm in a better place, nicer mindset. Without you there's more peace, less heartache.

I always get things the hard way, nothing comes easy and I'm cool with that. Until you get in the way. So allow me to love again...Or was I ever in love before? Maybe I was just obsessed with this idea of you and idea of this love i thought I had for you...10 years, that should be enough right? "Now I'll take my heart back, leave your pictures on the floor and steal back my memory..."

I only hope and pray that someday, I will love again greater than the way I have loved you.  Goodbye is too long, feels like it doesn't end. So let me leave it all behind. PENELOPE is gone...gone...banished. I don't think I'd like to miss her anytime.

Another Place, another time:)

I'm floating and fading somewhere else. This wanderlust spirit never seemed to settle in one place.
The heart is aching for another lifetime, another adventure.
Looking forward to live and not be afraid to dream, to believe and dare to risk and learn new things, discover new people and acquire new experiences...
Aching to forget a memory and create a new one...
Of grasping and lazing heaven and paradise all in one...
and breath, live and love as if my life depends on it...
Come, wander along with me...
Sway me to your fantasy...
I long, i live, i dream, i believe, i love...and wanna be loved more than I did, more than I desire and more than i deserve...is it too much to ask? Tell me...

Sweet Surprise!

Last sunday was  sweet. I met with my friends and movie buddies Ana and Json for another movie date at Robinson's Galleria...or so I thought! I was truly surprised and touched by the effort they made to make me feel special in a way.

What was supposed to be an ordinary movie sunday turned into an awesome, sweet, fun and memorable day. They secretly invited some of our friends and co-worker way back in Accenture.Totally unexpected but it was really good to see them although only two mommies came in and the rest did not make it on time:)

I've always been gullible and most of the time clueless, oblivious about the things around me. So when I met with them to supposedly have dinner first at Max's, I didn't suspect anything when they kept hindering me from ordering although I was really starving already. I kept bugging them if weren't we supposed to order food but they kept saying "later" and entertain me with stories and jokes. Well, turned out, we're waiting for the rest of the people they invited. But the biggest surprised that night, was a bouquet of flowers they gave me! Totally sweet, they even choose the color they know I always like- shades of purple!

It wasn't the first time they did that, over a year ago they also surprised me when I resigned from accenture. they made this very cute scapbook filled with messages from almost everyone I was close with in the company that time. And a year before that was on my birthday, this cute birthday card, a purple earing, a purple scarf and I think a purple cake too!

Am sure gonna miss them when I leave for Cebu next week...But every goodbye makes it sweeter for the next hello. And distance does not hinder for those who are really true friends. And I know I got friends in them and they have in me. I love you Ana and Json! Thank you so much guys:)

Json, me, Ana and Mamita Grace:)

With the two sweet mommies in between- Mommy Liza and Mamita Grace:)

Dinner at Max's Robinson's galleria

 

Sweet and admirable Ana:)

Json, me, Ana and mamita Grace

 

With the flowers they gave me:)

THE CULPRIT- ANA and JSON:)

Oh how Inspiring!

So am really an avid reader, blog reader, poem reader, stories, stories and more stories!
I think it's an awesome means to peak at someone else's life and learned from it, enjoy and savor it. I feel really good whenever I get a chance to be inspired by other peoples brilliant mind and works. Here's few of a very inspiring stories I found out from Paolo Coelho's blog who is by far a very good writer:) You can check his blogsite here: http://paulocoelhoblog.com/

How Poor We Are



One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from the trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad”.
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yes”, said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered:
“I saw that we have one dog and they had four.
“We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden and they have a creek that has no end.
“We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.
“Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
“We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”
The boy’s father was speechless. Then his son added:
“Thanks, Dad for showing me how poor we are.”



DREAMS




As a child, we all have dreams, aspirations, unimaginable feats we’re unrealistically trying to achieve.
Why is it that when we’re young, we’re so imaginative and willing to believe?
Is it because we are still so innocent?
What happens between childhood and adulthood that makes us all forget who we really are?
Maybe it’s this ideology that we’ve all taken up as a coping mechanism.
Don’t expect much and you won’t be disappointed. Maybe it’s the realities of life that makes us push aside what we really want just to get by.
That’s the process that I find most unfortunate of all processes in life. There’s this ever encompassing idea that dreams can be too big for one individual to handle.
We’d rather give up and settle than run that extra mile.
We’re distracted by things we think we need and when we are unable to grasp it, our world goes awry.
Everything is wrong, but nothing is really wrong.
The difference between childhood and adulthood is the ability to put your dreams into actions.
The child inside you believes..while the adult inside you acts.
If it’s just one life that we have now..it’s everything in between that makes it a great ending.




MISTAKES




The German philosopher F. Nietzsche once said:
“it is no use living arguing about everything; it is part of human nature to make a mistake now and again.”
And the writer James Joyce shares the same opinion
“A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.”
Yet we all know people who absolutely insist that they are right even down to the smallest details.
We ourselves are often included in this category: we don’t allow ourselves to make mistakes.
All that we achieve with such an attitude is the fear of moving forward – because certain steps call for new decisions whose results are unknown to us.
The fear of making a mistake is the door that locks us up in the castle of mediocrity: if we manage to overcome this fear, we are taking an important step towards our freedom.




Character of the week: Spring




Never cut a tree down in the wintertime.
Never make a negative decision in the low time.
Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods.
Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.
Robert H. Schuller


No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
Hal Borland


Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!
Sitting Bull


Spring is God’s way of saying, ‘One more time!’
Robert Orben


They say it’s better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green.
Conor Oberst


If those who are the enemies of innocent amusements had the direction of the world, they would take away the spring, and youth, the former from the year, the latter from human life.
Honore de Balzac


It is not a small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done.
Matthew Arnold


Italy, and the spring and first love all together should suffice to make the gloomiest person happy.
Bertrand Russell


The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.
Harriet Ann Jacobs


The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.
Bern Williams

If you forget me

Inspired by a particular blog i just read. I really love pablo neruda and this blogger transalated his poem into our national language which is in Filipino (Tagalog? which is which huh!). So enjoy IF YOU FORGET ME both in english and filipino. I never realized how rich our language is. Am amazed at how nice it sounds:)

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Tagalog version drafted from this blog: http://www.junlisondra.com/2007/07/

Kung Kalilimutan mo Ako

Nais kong malaman mo
ang isang bagay.

Alam mo kung ano ito:
kung aking tanawin
ang kristal na buwan, ang pulang tangkay
ng taglagas sa aking bintana,
kung salingin
ko ang abo malapit
sa apoy, o ang kumulubot na kawayan,
tinatangay ako ng lahat palapit sa iyo,
na para bang ang lahat,
bango, liwanag, metal,
ay mumunting bangka
na naglalayag
patungo sa iyong mga pulo
na nag-aabang sa akin.

Ngayon, kung unti-unti
at ika’y tumigil sa pagmamahal,
banayad ko ring ititigil
itong pagmamahal.

Kung bigla
at ako’y iyong kalimutan,
huwag na akong hanapin pa,
dahil nilimot na rin kita.

Kung pag-iisipan mo
nang matagal at taimtim,
itong mga simoy na sumasanib
sa aking hininga’t nagpasya
kang iwan ako sa aplaya
ng pagmamahal na sa akin ay umugat,
alalahanin mo,
na sa araw na iyon,
sa sandaling iyon,
itatanghal ko ang aking mga bisig
at ang mga ugat na ito’y mag-aalsa
upang humanap
ng ibang isla.

Ngunit kung sa bawat araw,
sa bawat sandali,
ay maramdaman mong itinadhana ka
para sa akin nang mayroong
di-maitatangging pagsinta,
kung sa bawat araw ay mayroong bulaklak
na aakyat sa iyong labi
upang hanapin ako,
ay! mahal, aking mahal,
sa akin ang lahat ng apoy ay magliliyab,
sa akin walang mawawala o malilimutan,
nabubuhay ang aking pag-ibig
sa iyong pagmamahal, sinta,
at habang ika’y nabubuhay, mamamahay
ito sa iyong mga bisig
nang hindi ako nililisan.