Wednesday, June 29, 2005
To my dad on his day,
Of whom I am a living will:
May your happiness fulfill
Your goodness, as is just and right.
Deeds are seeds upon the night
As wind and wonder have their way,
Delivering the destined light
- J. Marques.-
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
here are some recipes:
SUPERB STRAWBERRY SHAKE
1/2 c. fresh strawberries (or frozen unsweetened)
1/2 c. skim milk
1 tsp. lemon juice
Combine all ingredients in blender. Blend at high speed until smooth, about 1 minute. If using fresh berries add 3 ice cubes to make thicker shake. Serve immediately.
STRAWBERRY ORANGE BREAKFAST SHAKE
2 c. strawberries
1 c. orange juice
1 c. skim milk
1 (8 oz.) carton lemon low fat yogurt
Clean and cap strawberries. Place in blender. Add orange juice and milk. Blend until smooth. Add yogurt. Blend on low speed until mixed. Pour into chilled glass. Yield: 5 glasses with 97 calories per 1 cup.
You'll really love this!yum yum!
Friday, June 24, 2005
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
This book really helps me a lot. It eases my boredom away and it leaves many important points in life. This story is a series of lessons a former (and now current) student has with his teacher (and now mentor) about facing one's death and living one's life. The author, Mitch Albom, is an award-winning sports columnist with the Detroit Free Press. A chance encounter propels Albom, guiltily and fearfully, to the bedside of Morrie Schwartz, his sociology teacher at Brandeis University nearly twenty years ago. [This chance encounter occurs electronically--Albom saw Morrie speaking about dying from ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis) with Ted Koppel on the Nightline television program].
A lot about life has been said but sometimes there are many important ideals that often discarded and that has been rediscovered and unfold in this book.One of the things that really lingers in my head is the thought of "once you learn how to die,you will learn how to live".Is it the thought that we may pass in this world without being able to do the things that we should have done."Maybe death is a great equalizer,the one big thing that can finally make stranger shed a tear"..it seems like a voice that told me to care for others,Why wait for the time that you'll be dying before knitting a beautiful relationship.TWM reminds me of the most essential things in life, creating a culture that best suits you..not a culture that dictates us to be greedy and always longing for something that is beyond our grasp and is not essential in life.Trying to chase what we don't have would just make us feel that we are inadequate and not just good enough.Morrie was not a religious and the fact that he was even agnostic during his younger years,but the end of it all..as he waited for his dying moment,he finally have accept God. GOD...the only way to life."The only way make a peaceful dying is to make peace with living".It's almost interchangeble. A lot of things has been said... a series of lessons in life that is worth keeping and living.A must read perhaps!
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Monday, June 13, 2005
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
COLOURS OF THE WIND
You think I’m an ignorant savage
And you’ve been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don’t know?
You don’t know...
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know ev’ry rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a strange
You’ll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they’re worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never end
How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it down, then you’ll never know
And you’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colours of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All you’ll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind
Saturday, June 04, 2005
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
it is still a beautiful world.
Strive to be happy.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning-
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Your presence made my life a springtime
who made a song like that of a chime
Your tender voice drips like music
hush in my ear with the sound so perfect.
As flowers grow in the garden each day
and so my love for you today
nourishing and nurturing the flame
this love of ours will be the same.
Wind may blow in all direction
trying to steal my affection
But in you my love i trust
and promise you this love will last.
You are a God sent to my life
And I'm so delighted that I'm your wife
May i can bring a light to our home
As we journey life and roam.