11.05.06

no frontiers

Posted in Songs at 12:00 am by erald17

If life is a river and your heart is a boat
And just like a water baby, born to float,
And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high,
And your heart is Amelia dying to fly,
Heaven knows no frontiers and I’ve seen heaven in your eyes

And if life is a bar room in which we must wait,
’round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates,
Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates,
And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us ’til the day,
When fear will lose its grip,
And heaven has its way,
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes

If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails,
And your spirit’s a slave to man’s whips and man’s jails,
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right,
And your heart is a pure flame of man’s constant night,
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark,
That somehow this black night,
Feels warmer for the spark,
Warmer for the spark,
To hold us ’til the day when fear will lose its grip,
And heaven has its way,
And heaven has its way,
When all will harmonise,
And know what’s in our hearts,
The dream will realise

Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes,
Heaven knows no frontiers,
And I’ve seen heaven in your eyes

11.04.06

hand on your heart

Posted in Songs at 11:15 pm by erald17

Well, it’s one thing to fall in love
But another to make it last
I thought that we were just beginning
But now you say we’re in the past

Look me in the eye and tell me
We are really through

You know it’s one thing to say you love me
But another to mean it from the heart
And if you don’t intend to see it through
Why did we ever start

I want to hear you tell me
You don’t want my love

Put your hand on your heart and tell me
That it’s over
I won’t believe it till you
Put your hand on your heart and tell me
That we’re through
Put your hand on your heart
Hand on your heart

They like to talk about forever
But most people never get the chance
Do you want to lose our love together
Do you find a new romance

I want hear you tell me
You don’t want my love

Put your hand on your heart and tell me
That it’s over
I won’t believe it till you
Put your hand on your heart and tell me
That we’re through
Put your hand on your heart
Hand on your heart

esmeralda

Posted in Published at 7:38 pm by erald17

From the Spanish, Greek root name Esmeralda.

The Emerald

-Expression-

a pretty woman who is artistic and tasteful

-Personality-

she is easygoing

-Natural-

she has talent to express in speaking and writing

-Emotional-

one who has a happy-go-lucky personality

-Character-

judges wisely and honorably in all she does

-Physical-

quick to smile

-Mental-

a person that has determination

-Motivation-

a person who does not like loose ends

11.01.06

what is sex?

Posted in Published at 6:59 pm by erald17

One day in an emergency waiting room, a little girl turned to her mother and asked, "What is sex?" People turned thier full atttention to Mom. I mean, this was better than whatever was on the waiting-room television - better than Jerry Springer. I mean this was real life. Exciting. What was Mom going to say? What do you answer a six-year-old girl? What is sex? This is one hot topic. You know, kids seem to know so much more than I did at their age; they are exposed to so much more these days on television and at the movies. How was Mom going to answer?

I’m the kind of guy who just goes ahead and answers the question right away, like I not only know the answer, but understand the question. So I’m curious how Mom is going to tell this little girl about how babies are made. Or how Mom is going to dodge this difficult question. I mean, is Mom going to talk to a little child about safe sex? I’m pretty sure Mom is not going to talk about ways to have sex; although you just really never know what might happen in the emergency room.

But she surprises me; she doesn’t think in the way I think or respond the way I usually respond. Instead, she pauses. I hardly ever pause. She then thoughtfully asks her daughter, "What do you mean, dear?" The little girl responds, "Well, Mom, I was looking at this paper, and it says sex - M/F. Am I an M or an F?" Mom’s face breaks into a huge smile. The waiting room patrons resume their usual chatter.

And I laugh. I would have answered the wrong question. I had heard the question, but I really did not listen to what the little girl was saying.

by Adam Saperston

submitted by Kathleen Kelly

Chicken Soup for the College Soul

debate

Posted in Journal at 6:48 am by erald17

bago ko nabasa ang aklat na ‘the road less traveled’ ni m.scott peck, akala ko’y ang  debate ay patungkol lamang sa dalawang panig na nagpapagalingan ng kani-kanilang argumento gamit ang samu’t saring pamamaraan.. bagaman batid ko na ang debate ay maaari ring maganap sa kalooban ng isang tao habang kaniyang pinagninilayan ang dalawang nagtatalong proposisyon hinggil sa anumang bagay na may kinalaman sa kanyang katauhan, dati’y lingid sa aking kaalaman na ang debate pala ay mabisang solusyon upang mabigyang gabay ang isang tao sa desisyong kaniyang gagawin.

hindi ito ang tinutukoy na tulad ng debate sa korte kung saan ang kasinungalingan ay napapatotoo at ang matuwid ay nababakli. [kung kaya nga hindi lahat ng nasa piitan ay may kasalanan]

ni hindi ito tumutukoy sa debate ng mga mag-aaral kung saan nagwawagi ang mahusay na pagtatanggol na di gaanong isinasaalang-alang ang panig na sadyang makabubuti.

ito ay ang debate sa pagitan ng iyong sarili at ng isa mo pang sarili. hindi ko sinasabing laban ito ng masama at mabuti, ng anghel at ng demonyo. bagkus ang sangkot dito ay iyong tinatawag nating pag-aalinlangan.

kung bakit gusto mo nang gawin ang isang bagay ay parang may pumipigil sa iyo na gawin ito. tapos sa huli ay sasambitin mo, "Buti na lang hindi ko nagawa!"

kung bakit nagsisisi kang ginawa mo ang isang bagay bagaman hindi ka sigurado noong gagawin at ginagawa mo ito. at sa huli’y sambit mo, "Nakakainis! Sabi ko na nga ba ganun mangyayari, dapat di ko na lang ginawa."

Kaya nga ba kayhirap maging klase ng tao na kumikilos bunsod ng matinding emosyon. hindi ko malimutan ang sinabi ng aking guro noong high school na ang emosyon ay pababago-bago, panandalian, kaya hindi ito mabuting sandigan ng pagkilos o desisyon. dagdag pa niya na kung pagkaminsan, mas makabubuti na ang emosyon ay hayaan na lamang nating humupa nang hindi natin ginagalaw.

nariyan rin ang mga pagkakataong, "Akala natin ay siya na, ngunit hindi pa pala." marahil nga dahil kulang tayo sa pagdedebate sa ating mga sarili. di natin naitatanong kung tayo ba ay sigurado na, kung ano ba ang maaaring ibunga ng ating gagawin, at kung hindi man natin magawa ang niloloob natin, ano ang maaaring alternatibo. para sa naniniwala sa Diyos, kung pagkaminsan nama’y nakakalimutan nating pakinggan ang panig ng maykapal. at ating depensa lamang ang ating isinasaalang-alang.

 

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