I have just finished reading this beautiful book by Paolo Coelho,
'eleven minutes'.. where if it compared with his other novels, shocking tlg.. pero it open me up important values in life and love..
and that kahit hindi aq maxado nakarelate sa ilang bahagi nito.. isa lang, na balang araw [sana..] magegets q rin yan..[hehe..]
may part nga pla don na parang short story pero hindi tlg cia part sa flow nong story.. pero sobrang ganda, I like to share it lang..
There's this story about having a freedom to love and love to freedom...
Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.
But then she thought: he might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.
And she felt alone.
And she thought: "I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want." However, a strange transformation began to take a place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feather to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him attention, except by feeding him and cleansing out his cage.
One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come?" she asked Death. "So that you can fly once more with him across the sky," Death replied. "If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again."
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May mga bagay dito sa mundo na sadyang maganda.. pero once you have it, its not anymore.. They are beautiful for they have the freedom to be beautiful... Let love have its freedom..
tru_clinE;
tara! gala! |
6.6.06
7:26:00 PM
yahey!
ai naku! after so many (hindi nmn..!) weeks of training it finally come to an end.. it was a bit sad and hapi feeling for me, na now, i can finally breath (fully!) a true air.. pero sobrang sad din pala..kc that will be the last time na mkikita q cla (mga ate at kuya nmin!) at makakasama..
my last day wasnt really the memorable one, hindi nga aq nakapag hi or at least nakapag bye man lang..or maybe bcause i wasnt really thinking the idea na last day q na tlga un.. pero nag sink in lang cia nong nakasakay na aq pauwi, wah! mamimiss q cla!
well, sobrang natuwa aq na namit q cla..
:
kuya robbie (na 'bobby' tlg nickname.. [sa cute niang smile smin lagi at sa pagtulong smin saming company study])
kuya ariel (sa mga kwento nia bout sa kanyang lovelyf..)
ate wella (sa kanyang mga mood swings..hehe..joke!)
ate rhona (sa kanyang mga korny na messages sa text..)
kuya jason (ninong! thank you sa mga green na fox.. :))
kuya burn (sa pasalubong [na npilitan lang ! haha! ])
kuya choy (sa power amp! sobrang astig ka lilo!)
kuya mark (sa yong napakabuting pagtuturo mo samin bout don sa test system [kahit napipilitan ka lang..hehe])
kuya rey at dennis (sa paglelet nyo saking gawin ung dapat hindi q naman dapat gawin..)
ate arnee, alma, at jez (sa mga text marathon twing gabi..hehe..)
dariel (kape q!?!! hehe..)
at sa lahat ng mga ate at kuya q don na hindi q n nabanggit (hindi q po kau maka2limutan pramis! )
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and isa nga pla sa mga kinaaabalahan q ngaun ay ang mga ss:
[semi 'summer digest' ko for 2006 khit wala nmn tlg kc dhil sa ojt na yan! grr!]
1. mag txt marathon (habang hindi pa nagttxt c pareng unlimitx)
2. mag basa ng libro kahit inaantok na.. (eleven minutes ni paolo coelho)
3. magnet para sa research (kahit 50% non ai ang pagfr2iendster lang..hehe)
4-5. kumain.
6-9. matulog.
10. ang mawalan na nmn ng maisip gaya ngaun.. hehe..
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adik nga din pla aq ngaun sa isang particular n kanta:
Feels Like Home
By Chantal Kreviazuk
Something in your eyes Makes me want to lose myselfMakes me want to lose myselfIn your armsThere's something in your voiceMakes my heart beat fastHope this feeling lastsThe rest of my lifeIf you knew how lonely my life has beenAnd how long I've felt so lowIf you knew how I wanted someone to come alongAnd change my life the way you've doneFeels like home to meFeels like home to meFeels like I'm all the way back whereI come fromFeels like home to meFeels like home to meFeels like I'm all the way back where I belongA window breaks down a long dark streetAnd a siren wails in the nightBut I'm alright 'cause I have you here with meAnd I can almost see through the dark there's lightIf you knew how much this moment means to meAnd how long I've waited for your touchIf you knew how happy you are making meI've never thought I'd love anyone so much Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
isa pa pla! :
What Might Have Been
By Pardini Lou
Somewhere, lost in the wind
I'm watching you
Sunlight touching your hair
And I remember
Somehow, we said that we would never stray
But somehow we lost our way
Promises too often spoken
Are easily broken apart
I'm ready this time
I know that I'm no longer undecided
Don't wanna be
A fool wondering what might have been
Trace of forever lingering
Drawing me closer to you
A new beginning
Now I know
There is no doubt I understand
Just how fragile love can be
I can't forget
Your mem'ry found me
Now I know where I belong
I'm ready this time
I know that I'm no longer undecided
Don't wanna be a fool wondering
What might have been
Through every day, into the night
With only love to guide us
I'm ready to go, coz I've got to know
What might have been
Let the lovin' decide, I can't run, I can't hide
I want you to know
My heart will show that I'm ready this time
I know that I'm no longer undecided
Don't wanna be, a fool wondering what might have been
I've searched everywhere, and nothing compares
When we've got love to guide us
I'm ready to go, coz I wanna know what might have been
I'm wondering what might have been
We're gonna find what might have been
Oh I wanna know what might have been
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at un na nga! namiss q ang pagblo2g..sobra!
lovelyf? ai naku! sa other entry q na lng.. hehe.. (hint: basta! magulo! tingnan nyo nalang sa fav song q of the moment..pero hindi parin pala..basta! basta! sori kaeKAT2! ndi q nagawa ung dare mo.. :( but thats okey, im glad it ddnt turned out to be the way you expect it..)
mwaah! mwaah!
note: ang nasa ibaba nga poh pala ai isang email na naipadala skin ng isang kaibigan.
wala lang, para to sa mga adik sa kape dyan..hehe.. featuring 'starpera kapehan'.. :)
THE STARBUCKS PRINCIPLE
by Nick Garcia from BobOngPinoy.com
Published in Bob Ong's "Bakit Baliktad Magbasa ng Libro ang mga Pilipino"
Haven't you noticed how Starbucks has taken the place of Megamall,Enchanted Kingdom, and Jollibee? Today, Starbucks spells gimmick. Suddenly, everyone is mad about coffee, and is willing to spend a whopping hundred bucks for "one tall _mocha frappe please!" Everyone claims it's different, it's something else, it's to die for. Instead of catching a nice flick at the cinema, the Filipinos' new idea of fun is to voluntarily park their buns at the café and gulp all the caffeine they can.
No one knows exactly why Starbucks has become the hot spot, when what they serve is just foamed Blend 45 for crying out load. Oh, try pointing this out to Starbucks fanatics (the likes of teeny-boppers and kikay girls), and you can expect getting attacked on how little you know about coffee. Get ready with answers like "Duh! Starbucks isn't just coffee! They're ground beans and processed chocolate and skimmed milk! What do you know about that?"
They have a point there, though, because even in the United States, when you talk coffee, Starbucks comes first. Their ingredients are never questionable, and if I'm not mistaken, Starbucks is an established-since-year brand. In short, Starbucks is the coffee authority.
But it ends there. Starbucks is coffee, period. Certainly not a gimmick place of some sort, not convincing enough as an alternative for the mall. This, I repeat, is the case in the United States. But Starbucks invades Manila and here it becomes an obsession. As you may have already seen, the interiors of Starbucks cafes are all designed to create a distinct ambience Notice from the Italian-tiled flooring, to the cowboy-motif wall covering, to the fancy lamps, tables and chairs crafted like those only seen in home magazines. Of course, who would miss the complicated bar counter, behind which all the grinders and blenders are displayed as if to remind you they really do process your cappuccino.
I mean, who can resist frequenting a posh place like this? Instead of worrying about other important things, the typical kikay teenager puts on her best dress, and with her kikay friends goes straight to Starbucks where she orders "one tall caramel frappe please!" This takes time to prepare, which is fine. She feels rewarded by the fact that the ethical barista would shout her name across the room by the time her frappe is ready. After she claims it, she heads for the self-service corner where she takes excessive packets of extra sugar, extra cream, an inch thick of Starbucks tissue paper for souvenir. Then she sits by the front window, hoping someone she knows would pass by and see her drinking expensive coffee. She takes remarkably small sips in order to prolong her stay, like a real smart ass. During the entire process, there is the obligatory flaunting of Nokia cellphones, the occasional eruptions of "yeah" and "sure" here and there. You get the impression everyone in the room is from the conyo sector. Pathetic as it is, the Starbucks atmosphere is so contagious that it simply brings out the social climber in one.
You have to admit that the Philippine franchiser of Starbucks-whoever he is-deserves credit. He's certainly not stupid. He sees through us Filipinos, and definitely knows how to flatter us. Mr. Starbucks is aware of the average Pinoy desire to be associated and considered among the elite because well, in reality, the average Pinoy is far from being that.
The average Pinoy home is less attractive than a place like Starbucks. The average Pinoy meal is without garnishes. The average Pinoy environment is less comforting and convenient than the service of Starbucks. But when in Starbucks, the average Pinoy is instantly made to feel he's in New York, or Las Vegas, or Paris, or anywhere else but Manila-one probable reason why we Filipinos buy this flick. We are total suckers for anything that is western in concept. But Starbucks has gone beyond colonial mentality; it has become pure escapism. It helps us forget... In this age of harsh realities of poverty and chaos, anything that offers oblivion and temporary indulgence sells fast. No matter how costly it is. With their little creativity in repackaging, Starbucks is no longer just coffee. It's already a religion. That we Filipinos practically worship that green logo with the exotic lady shows where we derive our strength to move on. It is from the promise of Starbucks every pay
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yup! yup! yup!
kaya tau'y magMilo nalang! hehe..
:)
bye! cyah!
tru_clinE;
tara! gala! |