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Saturday, July 25, 2009
Papercut - Jordin Sparks
Even after so many years of watching, this is still one of the best. Something to remind us how fragile we are, to succumb to love, how strong one's love can be, to the point that it makes one sacrifice, how no 2 person can be living in a totally different world. 'Destiny is the bridge you build to the one you love.'
No Parade - Jordin Sparks
I think most of us would remember this:
If by Rudyard Kipling.
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
If by Rudyard Kipling.
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Friday, July 24, 2009
The Cure - Jordin Sparks
A Psalm Of Life
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;--
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;--
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Soulmate - Natasha Bedingfield
Excuses. The thing that we human are constantly giving out. To reject, to persuade, to satisfy, to please. In order not to hurt the other party, we would want to reject in the best way possible, leaving an exit so that both parties leave gracefully. In order to satisfy, we would want to please someone so that they don't suspect.
Before starting a relationship, it would be 'I want to be alone, I don't believe in love anymore'. Or it would be, 'I'm still in love with the same person', or 'I like you, but we can never be together'.
To end a relationship, it would be 'I don't have that feeling anymore'. Or it would be 'I'm just tired' or 'I'm not going to be the best for you'.
Whatever excuses or reasons there is, to me is still just an excuse. I would not pursue further, cuz I don't see the point of pursuing when there's not going to be a concrete answer.
Before starting a relationship, it would be 'I want to be alone, I don't believe in love anymore'. Or it would be, 'I'm still in love with the same person', or 'I like you, but we can never be together'.
To end a relationship, it would be 'I don't have that feeling anymore'. Or it would be 'I'm just tired' or 'I'm not going to be the best for you'.
Whatever excuses or reasons there is, to me is still just an excuse. I would not pursue further, cuz I don't see the point of pursuing when there's not going to be a concrete answer.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Walking on Snow - Jordin Sparks
It finally rained today.
The feeling that it washes away the dirt, the feeling that it can wash away tears, the feeling that we can stay in the middle of rain crying and no one can even notice, the childish side of us playing splashing water and mud alike while laughing it off as our shirts are soaked in dirt, the anticipation before it rains, the wet smell hitting our nostrils before it arrives, the smell of fresh grass after it finish raining, the rainbow to be seen after the rain, the bright sun after the rain unshielded by clouds, the smell of everything fresh.
what does the rain mean to you?
The feeling that it washes away the dirt, the feeling that it can wash away tears, the feeling that we can stay in the middle of rain crying and no one can even notice, the childish side of us playing splashing water and mud alike while laughing it off as our shirts are soaked in dirt, the anticipation before it rains, the wet smell hitting our nostrils before it arrives, the smell of fresh grass after it finish raining, the rainbow to be seen after the rain, the bright sun after the rain unshielded by clouds, the smell of everything fresh.
what does the rain mean to you?
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Okuribito (ending) - Joe Hisaishi
Hush little boy don't cry,
The world is going to be alright;
The road might be dark ahead,
But you will find your light;
It might feel heavy,
But you will fly;
I'm going to be here,
Standing by your side;
Silently watching, gently guarding,
Silently protecting, protectively engaging;
I'll be waiting,
As you find your light.
The world is going to be alright;
The road might be dark ahead,
But you will find your light;
It might feel heavy,
But you will fly;
I'm going to be here,
Standing by your side;
Silently watching, gently guarding,
Silently protecting, protectively engaging;
I'll be waiting,
As you find your light.
I didn't know my own strength - Whitney Houston
Conformity. That's the thing we as human like to stay in. The comfort zone that we try so hard to build and to stay in, not trying to enlarge it or to step out of it. One morning while having breakfast, a guy who is having breakfast on a table other than his normal one, decided to move back to the one he has been having his breakfast in all this while in the middle of the meal, just because he don't feel comfortable having breakfast in another table.
We try so hard to maintain our comfort zone. After all, we as human would want to be as comfortable as possible. To make our life comfortable, we indulge in all kinds of things, spending money in order to keep ourselves comfortable. We would spend on buying clothes that we like, eating food that we like, or watching movies that we like, in order to stay that way and not move out into the unknown zone. But somehow, if we don't move out and conquer that zone, how are we to enlarge our comfort zone? How are we supposed to be adventurous and enjoy life as it is?Challenge the difference and hardship, then we will enlarge the comfort zone, making ourselves more comfortable.
We try so hard to maintain our comfort zone. After all, we as human would want to be as comfortable as possible. To make our life comfortable, we indulge in all kinds of things, spending money in order to keep ourselves comfortable. We would spend on buying clothes that we like, eating food that we like, or watching movies that we like, in order to stay that way and not move out into the unknown zone. But somehow, if we don't move out and conquer that zone, how are we to enlarge our comfort zone? How are we supposed to be adventurous and enjoy life as it is?Challenge the difference and hardship, then we will enlarge the comfort zone, making ourselves more comfortable.
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