Song of Years

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
     And the tide rises, the tide falls.


Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
     And the tide rises, the tide falls.


The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore,
     And the tide rises, the tide falls.

A soundtrack from the movie "Life with Mickey".

Where did summer go?
How did I miss the change of season?
All at once the wind blows rough
It's cold enough to snow

In the street below
People laugh for no reason
Don't they know?
It's cold enough to snow

When we were together
And you were staying
Funny but the weather
Still felt like May in mid December

Now the chill wind blows
Sunny skies are only teasing
You won't show
And it's cold enough to snow

On the radio
There's a man says
It ain't freezing
What's he know?
He didn't watch you go

Now the sun can't shine
If it wants to, fine
But it's cold enough to snow

(Watch the video and listen to the melody here)

I find it very amusing that you are the most makulit friend I have ever had (well, except sha2 of course, she has always been makulit and always will be I guess). But I salute you Nin for always trying my patience and for always quarreling with me. Only you can do that.

Ever since high school, we have always quarreled. Remember that very big argument we got ourselves into back in 4th year? You really made me cry. You did not say sorry and when I did asked for your apology, you turned away from me. You made me so furious that I did not talk to you for a week and acted like you did not exist even though your seat was just in front of me.

Paulo Coelho never fails to amaze me. Here is another story I found in his blog site that really touched my heart.


A man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door.

“Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.

“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?

“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.

“I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.

“If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.”

“Oh,” the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?”

The father was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. I work long, hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such childish games.”

"Do you love Me?"
Was Your piercing question
I immediately answered You
"Of course Lord, You know I do".

Again You asked, "Do you love Me?"
I quickly answered "Yes!"
Thinking of the many blessings
And the graciousness sent.

Again You asked, "Do you love Me?"
I hesitated for a moment
I thought about the sufferings ahead
I answered, "Maybe Lord".

Again You asked, "Do you love Me?"
I did not answer You
I was thinking of my losses
But instead I said, "Do You?"

I was shocked with myself today.

I cried during lunch break and felt a little panicky when at a quarter to 1pm, I still couldn't stop my tears from falling.

I'm stressed out.
I'm tired.

All the weariness I felt the past week and this week poured down upon me and I couldn't take it anymore. Throughout the afternoon, my eyes would just fill with tears and I have to wipe them away before my clients notice them.