expressions

chikadee

i have encountered the kacheeks because of cielo.  if not for her i would not even know that such virtual creatures abound and that neopets.com is one of the most visited websites by pre-teens today.  thanks to this tutee i now have an account in neopets. 

u think i am too old for virtual pets, huh? i'd daresay i'm not, because kacheeks and the other neopets characters are the latest designs for the customized pins we sell (with my partner sir bong).  we gots loads of orders, and i am sooooooo thrilled about this.  u know why? because these kacheeks and other characters bring out the child in me that is often suppressed, hidden and unattended.

chikadee

let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don’t you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels

our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

let it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you
let it shine
until you feel it all around you
and i don’t mind
if it’s me you need to turn to
we’ll get by,
it’s the heart that really matters in the end

our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

all of my regret
will wash away some how
but i can not forget
the way i feel right now

in these small hours
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away but these small hours
these small hours, still remain,
still remain
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away
but these small hours
these little wonders still remain

*** i now know why yessa feels a bit down, it's the realization this song brings to the listener that dampens the heart. to read the whole text, click the link http://simpleyesa.blogspot.com/

chikadee

my head aches like it would crack anytime.  thanks God it is friday, my most idle day of the week.  i know there's so much to do but tomorrow's a saturday and everyone deserves a break, sometimes.  pardon me for procrastinating.  the sensible part of me says i need to finish the report i am due to hand over next week, but the mind screams for a pause.  and so i wish my online connection not be tapped because i spent so much time skimming thru websites, reading this and that, drooling over books sold in e-bay, and paying homage to my gods named alexandre dumas and edgar allan poe.

chikadee

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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.

This particular verse by Elizabeth Barrett Browning never fails to inspire me as i go on with life, love, and faith.  When i was a sophomore we read a lot of verses and this one instantly became a favorite.  I wondered if i would ever experience the depth and sincerity described by the poet, whether by giving or taking love.  The love that is portrayed here seems too good to be true, if not impossible, and i would admit to doubting the meaning of each lines and accounting them to the verbosity of the author.

But still, whether this is an honest expression of one's feelings or simply a product of a prolific mind, i'd still say that this poetry made me yearn to find that one great love who could make me look at life wonderfully in spite of all its contradictions: to see light whether it be coming from the sun or from a candle, to feel like it is a right, to breathe, to smile, to cry, and to even love even after death.

chikadee

http://www.geocities.com/phil_criticism/montes_translation

http://www.sushidog.com/bpss/stories/turtle.htm

http://www.sushidog.com/bpss/authors.htm