Leaves are on the ground
Fall has come
Blue skies turning grey
Like my love
I tried to carry you
And make you whole
But it was never enough
I must go
[Chorus:]
Who is gonna save you
When I’m gone?
And who’ll watch over you
When I’m gone?
You say you care for me
But hide it well
How can you love someone
And not yourself?
[Chorus]
And when I’m gone
Who will break your fall?
Who will you blame?
I can’t go on
And let you lose it all
It’s more than I can take
Who’ll ease your pain?
Ease your pain
[Chorus:]
Who is gonna save you when I’m gone?
Who’ll watch over you?
Who will give you strength when you’re not strong.
Who’ll watch over you when I’ve gone away?
Snow is on the ground
Winters come
You long to hear my voice
But I’m long gone
I kiss your sweet lips and sighed,
as I held your body close to mine.
You called me, and I am now here
My love, there is nothing more you should fear.
“You looked so beautiful”, I said as I carried you,
“No jests, my dear, what I say is true.
I am here, my love, and I will leave you never
Didn’t I tell you that my love is forever?
A promise I had sworn to you many years had past
A promise that I know that will always last.
What were the words I said again?” I asked and pondered,
hoping that you would help me but from you there was no answer.
“To the grave!” the breeze seemed to utter.
Yes indeed! ‘To the grave!’ How could I not have remembered?
Come, my dear I will now take you home;
You must have been so scared, being here all alone.
“Look your clothes are all filthy,” I say,
“We must get home soon and wash this dirt away.”
Still you remained as silent as before
“Alright” I said, “if you wish to sleep, I will say nothing more.”
Moments had past there was only silence and then
I looked at your face and started talking again.
“I heard them many times; they said I am going mad.
They said many things, things that made me sad.
They said, oh so many things! Like you are dead and gone,
But deep in my heart I know they are wrong.
They are wrong,” I said, as I started to cry
I looked up, and there was nothing there, but the clear evening sky.
The Corpse
Endless pain ebbed through my torn flesh.
As I breathe my last, anger consumes me.
You, who had condemned my soul to the eternal fire,
feel the wrath of this dying heart.
Hear my curse, you, whose hands are stained with my blood:
that this anguished face will forever hunt you,
that the stench of my blood will never leave you,
that my restless spirit will forever follow you,
until your death, and beyond.
First of all, if you’re reading this and you’re my hubby here is a message for you:
DESPITE OF THE FACT THAT THIS IS ACTUALLY A WISHLIST, IT DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU HAVE TO GET ME ANY OF ‘EM LISTED HERE…YOU TEND TO SPLURGE WHEN IT COMES TO ME AND WELL…I DUN NEED THEM( EXCEPT ‘COURSE #1), IT WOULD JUST BE NICE TO HAVE ‘EM *DROOLS*….I’D RATHER WE SAVE FOR A NICE VACATION ‘K?
Now that I’m done with that part I will go on with the….TIMI CHRISTMAS WISHLIST!!!
1. A li’l Wimmie or Thandu next year… (only THE BIG BOSS UP THUUR CAN GIVE US THIS)
2. My own MSDN membership to be renewed each and every-year until and unless I want it to stop.
3. Wii console, and an infinite supply of Wii Gadgets and Games (all original of course).
4. 400KD credit to use on web purchases only (for games and other crazy subscriptions and purchases that are not really needed. Har har har!)
5. Unlimited KD credits for purchasing .NET controls and other Development tools.
6. A nice sturdy car that I WILL DRIVE.
7. A very high paying job…like, oh I dunno, 1000KD salary kinda LoLs.
8. A lightweight but very, very, very nice, heavy-duty laptop (AFTER ALIZARIN KONKS OFF).
I’ve been trying (with no success so far) to lose weight. The last time I managed to loose some was almost 3 years ago, and after excessive celebrating, I ended up gaining double of what i had lost. Har har har.
I know what to do. I know what to eat (and what NOT to eat)…I even bought some fitness equipment BUT I AM HAVING A VERY, VERY HARD TIME TO APPLY ‘EM CONCEPTS TO MESELF (boo wimmie!). No discipline…Weak mental strength….nuff said.
Wot to do…wot todo…
Fortunately, Timi lurvs to play PS2 (and PS3)…And PS2 has a dance pad controller…So off Timi went to Hawally, and bought:
DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION (pad + game)!!! Got it fer a very good price too.
I think it is helping…but it is too early to say. I have the tendency to go on “yoyo” mode and that is what I am scared off—-loosing couple of pounds and gaining 2x wot I lost.
I don’t think I ever had a chance to meet you in person and yet you were someone I had idolized all my life. You were, for me, an epitome of a perfect woman—beauty, brain, elegance, loyalty, humility—you had it all.
My earliest memory of you was my Grandpapa mentioning your name when I was 3. I was a child, true, but I felt something important was going to happen…People all around me started acting strange…And I remember having lots of visitors in our house that day, who, for me, bore the same expression…
I still have the picture of me days after that, wearing that oversized yellow shirt, both hands up in the air, proudly flashin’ that famous “L” sign and shouting your name on the streets. I started idolizing you then Tita Cory, because everybody said you are a good person—and I, being a child that I was, liked good people.
We lived a few streets away from Camp Aguinaldo, Tita Cory, and also not so far from Camp Crame. And yes, my family were also active participants in the EDSA Revolution. The people supported you, probably not because they knew what you are capable of, but because they really want to get rid of the dictator. You became the president, and probably, you did lack the experience—you were never a politician after all. I bet, all you wanted to do is serve the Filipino people.
And you did serve the Filipino people, the only way you knew how—-you tried your hardest to take care of us, like a mother would take care of her children. You not only tried to heal the country’s economy (of which a lot had said you had tried yet failed), but also tried, if not enrich, but retain, the values that we, God-fearing, Filipino people was known for. For me, even if you were not able to heal the country completely as the Filipino people expected you to do, you did your best to fulfill the promises you made—especially the one that I think was the most important to all back then—You did not usurp your power and kept it all to yourself like the tyrant you replaced.
The Filipino people loved you for that, Tita Cory. And as a proof of that love, the whole country mourned for your death, thousands poured in to pay their respects, and tens and thousands more walked in the pouring rain to accompany you to your final resting place.
Thank you Tita Cory. Thank you, especially, for accepting the burden you were entrusted with, even if you didn’t have to. You could have lived a quiet life with your family. That would have been the choice of a lot of women who would have gone through what you had experienced would have preferred. Instead, you had chosen a different path, and because of this unselfish act of total self-sacrifice, I assure you, you made a lot of difference.
The launching of the CATHOLIC WEBSITE http://pinoycatholics.org was held yesterday during the Feast Day of St. John Mary Vianney, The Patron of Priests. It was graced by HIS LORDSHIP CAMILLO BALLIN, The Bishop of the Catholics in Kuwait, His Excellency RICARDO M. ENDAYA, Philippine Ambassador, Kuwait, ATTY. JOSEPHUS B. JIMENEZ, The Labor Attache of POLO-Kuwait, Website Team, Parishioners, Supporters and Friends from all over Kuwait.
The Author Father Ben Barrameda with his Team presented their specific work in this mass media apostolate for the Catholic Church.
The Author told that “This is a Catholic website that will help promote Catholic traditions and information. This will cater the needs of the Catholics throughout the world in their faith and inform them with sound doctrine as they live their Christian life.” He added, the website team in Kuwait started this noble work on September 2008 then launched temporarily on March 22, 2009. Due to the need of volunteers, we ask the help of other Filipinos in almost all parts of the globe. Today, we have numerous users and visitors globally. The Team is still in need of volunteers in achieving our goal to spread the Good News and other important things pertaining to our Catholic faith. He presented also the Mission and Vision.
Mission
1. Committed to spread the Gospel and Catholic information through the electronic super hi-way.
2. Dedicated to air the Holy Mass and Catholic teachings.
3. Devoted to update the Philippine Parish Directory.
Vision
1. To be able to share the Good News to others through the internet especially for Filipinos and other people who are far from the Church, unchurched and no presence of Catholic Church in their locality.
2. To be able to air English and Tagalog Mass and catechesis through podcasting and video clippings so that recipients will be able to hear the Holy Mass and other instructions.
3. To be able to give sound Catholic information to the people for their spiritual welfare.
4. To help the Parishioners from all over to find their parishes and info.
Pinoy Catholics, Kasama natin ang Diyos!
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At last! We were able to officially launch this site. We still need volunteers…so…just email me if you want to help out at timi@crimsonheavens.net
To tell you all the truth, I never, ever, ever liked him when he was still alive…I never hated his guts either. I simply never took interest (or I felt there wasn’t really any reason for me to) in what he did, nor his music, nor his life…
The Neverland scandal didn’t arouse my curiousity. To me it was just another celebrity who’s so famous that everything about whatever crap he might have done or might have been accused of doing had been blown out of proportion. I mean, honestly, an accused pedophile’s trial won’t cause that much of sensation would it? How many pedophiles’ trials actually made it on international media?
I didn’t treat the news of his death that much of a big deal either. I mean, sorry to be rude, but people die do they? I mean death is a sad thing, but he never affected my life in such a big way (not directly at least).
But what moved me what his memorial. Lots of people spoke about him. Him, not only being Michael Jackson, the artist, but Michael Jackson, the human being, Michael Jackson, the humanitarian, Michael Jackson, the friend, Micheal Jackson, the father. For me, that really was something and at that time, when I was watching the whole thing on TV, I saw him in a different life, probably more REAL that when he was alive.
I got a news from home about an incident which might be considered to be a disaster to some members of the family involved. And yes, it did involve me, indirectly, in a way, sorta, because it involves people who are close to me. It got me all disturbed in a way, and it reminded me about my own experience when my grandpapa died and I almost didn’t have anything to my name.
It is a wonder how people can change almost overnight after a tragedy. From a happy person to a very depressed one, from a complete brat to someone so sweet and humble, from a person who seemed to be always in control to a nervous wreck.
Sometimes, after a major disaster happens, some mini-tragedies (well, they’re not really what you’d call a tragedy, more of just a series of bad luck) comes up. Like, you get fired, and then you get sick, and then the fridge suddenly craps up and all your food supply might end up rotten, and you don’t have any money to fix it much more get a new one….
Nowadays, I consider them as a big wake up call…the brutal type…Like when you’re in deep sleep, and someone just gives u a big slap in the face for you to wake up.It hurts, but in a way, the most effective.
