Showing posts with label hopeful and happy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hopeful and happy. Show all posts
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Monday, October 13, 2008
Signs
I know I should stop interpreting events, pictures, news, and what-nots as signs. There's no doctrine that says they ARE.
But sometimes it warms the heart just to dream about how things will fall into places magically - comfortably. Easily. Half of me believe they will. The other half chooses to be safe and shrouds itself in doubt.
But however dual my steps be, I'm happy. Haha! It doesn't make sense but I'm happy. Okay, so my sentences aren't really an English major's obra, but still, that's all I can say: I'm happy.
Haha!
Must be the coffee. Or the hazelnut chocolates Tita Marissa gave me. Or the welcome break from studying (what studying?). Or the sweetness I just saw - another proof that there's so much love in the world. I'm all giddy now and at 1:52am, when the phone rang, I even answered the call with a sing-songy "Hell-ooow!" I think the caller was surprised. (He probably thought he dialed the wrong number and called a drogista hotline instead).
Life! Life! I like being around happy people. Their laughter is just... like my own personal sunshine. :)
But sometimes it warms the heart just to dream about how things will fall into places magically - comfortably. Easily. Half of me believe they will. The other half chooses to be safe and shrouds itself in doubt.
But however dual my steps be, I'm happy. Haha! It doesn't make sense but I'm happy. Okay, so my sentences aren't really an English major's obra, but still, that's all I can say: I'm happy.
Haha!
Must be the coffee. Or the hazelnut chocolates Tita Marissa gave me. Or the welcome break from studying (what studying?). Or the sweetness I just saw - another proof that there's so much love in the world. I'm all giddy now and at 1:52am, when the phone rang, I even answered the call with a sing-songy "Hell-ooow!" I think the caller was surprised. (He probably thought he dialed the wrong number and called a drogista hotline instead).
Life! Life! I like being around happy people. Their laughter is just... like my own personal sunshine. :)
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Love is all around: some thoughts about that ol' thing
"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
"Nothing, I just helped him cry"
So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8
"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"
Emily - age 8
"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6
(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
"My mommy loves me more than anybody
You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7
"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6
"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8
And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,
"Nothing, I just helped him cry"
Saturday, November 24, 2007
and so it is...
"When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake then it subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision; you have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you two should ever part, because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness; it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day, it's not laying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No, that is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love, itself, is what is left over when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting does it? But, it is." Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Monday, April 2, 2007
The Happy Pill
We look far and wide for that laugh, that warm moment. We scavenge so much that we forget to stop and just survey our surroundings at that precise moment. Happiness happens every minute, everywhere. It is that vision in the eyes of a child, that bundle of joy in every mother's arms.
Happiness is that pink marshmallow that's left of your rocky road scoop, that tiny (seemingly) insignificant detail that sweetly melts in your mouth. Happiness is that sixpence in the pudgy boy's pocket, which he cheerfully gives to a little-girl-who-is-not-a-beggar on a cold Christmas day.
It is bobbing for apples and carving pumpkins for the second-grade twins. It is thanksgiving, roast turkey, and the apple pudding grandmama always brings. It is that first time ever to sit on Santa's knees and ask for a bicycle, a doll, or a new baby brother.
Happiness is that quiet smile that wakes you up in the morning, the same smile that tucks you in at night. It is your Winnie the Pooh fleece blanket, your room, your comfort zone. Happiness is the night and its jewels that shines above you. It is the Makati skyline, the hidden lake with the tire swing.
It is that little feather that floats in the breeze but has the effects of a butterfly's wings. Happiness is that light feeling you carry with you as you go to work. It fills you up and gives you that bounce in your stride. Vitamin E could never make your face glow as much.
Happiness is that natural high. So don't look so far. Happiness is just around the corner. In fact, it lives there, there within your heart.
Happiness is that pink marshmallow that's left of your rocky road scoop, that tiny (seemingly) insignificant detail that sweetly melts in your mouth. Happiness is that sixpence in the pudgy boy's pocket, which he cheerfully gives to a little-girl-who-is-not-a-beggar on a cold Christmas day.
It is bobbing for apples and carving pumpkins for the second-grade twins. It is thanksgiving, roast turkey, and the apple pudding grandmama always brings. It is that first time ever to sit on Santa's knees and ask for a bicycle, a doll, or a new baby brother.
Happiness is that quiet smile that wakes you up in the morning, the same smile that tucks you in at night. It is your Winnie the Pooh fleece blanket, your room, your comfort zone. Happiness is the night and its jewels that shines above you. It is the Makati skyline, the hidden lake with the tire swing.
It is that little feather that floats in the breeze but has the effects of a butterfly's wings. Happiness is that light feeling you carry with you as you go to work. It fills you up and gives you that bounce in your stride. Vitamin E could never make your face glow as much.
Happiness is that natural high. So don't look so far. Happiness is just around the corner. In fact, it lives there, there within your heart.
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