Saturday, February 28, 2009


Thorns and stings
And those such things
Just make stronger
Our angel wings.
-=Emme Woodhull-Bäche=-


Friday, February 27, 2009

want some?

Stressed spelled backwards is desserts. Coincidence? I think not!


Thursday, February 26, 2009


To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury,
and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable,
and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages,
with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently,
await occasions, hurry never;
in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious,
grow up through the common--this is my symphony.

-=William Henry Channing=-



You can understand and relate to most people better if you look at them -- 
no matter how old or impressive they may be -- 
as if they are children. 
For most of us never really grow up or mature all that much -- 
we simply grow taller. 
O, to be sure, we laugh less and play less 
and wear uncomfortable disguises like adults, 
but beneath the costume is the child we always are, 
whose needs are simple, whose daily life is still best described by fairy tales.
-=Leo Rosten=-


Wednesday, February 25, 2009


There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.

-=Linda Hogan=- 


line of vision

Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.

-=Arthur Schopenhauer=- 


Thursday, February 19, 2009


Breathe. Let go. 
And remind yourself that this very moment 
is the only one you know you have for sure.

-=Oprah Winfrey=-


the day ahead

 Then there is a still higher type of courage - 
the courage to brave pain, to live with it, 
to never let others know of it and to still find joy in life; 
to wake up in the morning with an enthusiasm for the day ahead.

-=Howard Cosell=- 


Wednesday, February 18, 2009

i am

Panunumpa ng Katapatan sa Watawat

Ako ay Pilipino
Buong katapatang nanunumpa
Sa watawat ng Pilipinas
At sa bansang kanyang sinasagisag
Na may dangal, katarungan at kalayaan
Na pinakikilos ng sambayanang
Maka-Diyos, Makakalikasan,
Makatao at

I am a Filipino
I pledge my allegiance
To the flag of the Philippines
And to the country it represents
With honor, justice and freedom
Put in motion by one nation
For God, Nature,
Humanity and


golden city

We cannot change our memories,
but we can change their meaning and the power they have over us.

-=David Seamans=- 


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

thinking things through

This is what I believe:
That I am I.
That my soul is a dark forest.
That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest.
That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back.
That I must have the courage to let them come and go.
That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women.
There is my creed.
-=D.H. Lawrence=-



What a man does, that he has. 
What has he to do with hope or fear? 
In himself is his might. 
Let him regard no good as solid but that which is in his nature, 
and which must grow out of him as long as he exists. 
The goods of fortune may come and go like summer leaves; 
let him scatter them on every wind 
as the momentary signs of his infinite productiveness.

-=Ralph Waldo Emerson=-


Monday, February 16, 2009


The greatest discovery of our generation is that human beings can alter their lives by altering their attitudes of mind. 
As you think, so shall you be.

-=William James=-


Friday, February 13, 2009

reaching out

reaching out

Appreciation can make a day, even change a life. 
Your willingness to put it into words is all that is necessary.

-=Margaret Cousins=-


Thursday, February 12, 2009

i'm alright

i'm alright

Nemo: Are you all right?
Dory: [exasperated] I don't know where I am... I don't know what's going on. I think I lost somebody but I, I can't remember... and I can't remember...
Nemo: It's OK, it's OK. I'm looking for somebody too. Hey, we can look together.
Dory: I'm Dory.
Nemo: I'm Nemo.
Dory: Nemo?... that's a nice name...



Tears of joy are like summer raindrops pierced by sunbeams

-=Hosea Ballou=-


Wednesday, February 11, 2009


i know no seasons

If a day goes by without my doing something related to photography,
it's as though I've neglected something essential to my existence,
as though I had forgotten to wake up.

-=Richard Avedon=-



i miss my swivel

What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. 
This rule, equally arduous in actual and intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. 
It is the harder, because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. 
It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; 
it is easy in solitude to live after our own; 
but the great person is one who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.

-=Ralph Waldo Emerson=-




“When I say, "I love you,"
it's not because I want you or because I can't have you.
It has nothing to do with me.
I love what you are, what you do, how you try.
I've seen your kindness and your strength.
I've seen the best and the worst of you.
And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are."

-=Joss Whedon=-

I'd like to share to you this  video...


Tuesday, February 10, 2009

live for the moment

nayong nasan na

The dream was always running ahead of me.
To catch up,
to live for a moment in unison with it,
that was the miracle.

-=Anais Nin=-



The great teachings unanimously emphasize
that all the peace, wisdom, and joy in the universe are already within us;
we don't have to gain, develop, or attain them.
We're like a child standing in a beautiful park with his eyes shut tight.
We don't need to imagine trees, flowers, deer, birds, and sky;
we merely need to open our eyes and realize what is already here, who we really are --
as soon as we quit pretending we're small or unholy.



Monday, February 9, 2009


When I went to look at what had long been hidden,
A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,
I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire—
But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.
I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes—
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.
-=Sarah Teasdale=-


Sunday, February 8, 2009

on dads

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you hang up my first painting on the refrigerator, and I wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I heard you say a prayer, and I believed there is a God I could always talk to.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I felt you kiss me goodnight, and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I LOOKED....
and wanted to say thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.





I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.

-=Robert Frost=-


Friday, February 6, 2009

I may not see

i may not see

Build for yourself a strong box
Fashion each part with care
When its as strong as your hand can make it
Put all your troubles there.

Hide there all thought of your failures
And each bitter cup that you quaff
Lock all your heartaches within it
Then sit on the lid and laugh.

Tell no one else its contents
Never its secrets tell
When you've dropped in your care and worry
Keep them forever there.

Hide them from sight so completely
That the world will never dream half;
Fasten the strong box securely
Then sit on the lid and laugh.

-=Author Unknown=-


Monday, February 2, 2009

another time, another day

another time, another day

It is enough for me by day
To walk the same bright earth with him;
Enough that over us by night
The same great roof of stars is dim.
I do not hope to bind the wind
Or set a fetter on the sea --
It is enough to feel his love
Blow by like music over me.

-=Sara Teasdale=-


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