Think and Learn something

poems

My delight and thy delight
by Robert Bridges

My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:

My desire and thy desire
Twinning to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher;
Thro' the everlasting strife
In the mystery of life.

Love, from whom the world begun,
Hath the secret of the sun.

Love can tell and love alone,
Whence the million stars are strewn,
Why each atom knows its own,
How, in spite of woe and death,
Gay is life, and sweet is breath:

This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
'Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day.

I am shut out of mine own heart
by Christopher Brennan

I am shut out of mine own heart
because my love is far from me,
nor in the wonders have I part
that fill its hidden empery:

The wildwood of adventurous thought
and lands of dawn my dream had won,
the riches out of Faery brought
are buried with our bridal sun.

And I am in a narrow place,
and all its little streets are cold,
because the absence of her face
has robb'd the sullen air of gold.

My home is in a broader day:
at times I catch it glistening
thro' the dull gate, a flower'd play
and odour of undying spring:

The long days that I lived alone,
sweet madness of the springs I miss'd,
are shed beyond, and thro' them blown
clear laughter, and my lips are kiss'd:

And here, from mine own joy apart,
I wait the turning of the key: -
I am shut out of mine own heart
because my love is far from me

Wouldn't it Be Nice?
performed by Beach Boys

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong
You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through

Happy times together we've been spending
I wish that every kiss was neverending
Wouldn't it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true
Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do
We could be married
And then we'd be happy

Wouldn't it be nice

You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it
Wouldn't it be nice

Good night my baby
Sleep tight my baby

The Cloud
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;

Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.

The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,

And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aery nest,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,--
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I march
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-colored bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.

quotations

Good enough is not enough.
-CNN

All's well that ends well.
-Shakespeare

There's a light at the end of every tunnel.
-Anonymous

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Friday, June 16, 2006

A lot has happened these past few days; particularly since school started. And I am too worn-out to narrate all the happenings that I encountered detail by detail. I'll just do that on my journal if I had the chance to do so this weekend because I have lots to accomplish. There's the quizzes and the advance reading and the review for both school lessons and for entrance exams. No time for dawdling. How extremely sad.
I'm too eager to have summer symphony back in my system. I regret (as always) of my way of spending summer '06. I am exceptionally STUPID. Yes, I did things I enjoy but considering that I had so many relaxing, satisfying things to do, I forgot to rest a lot. Almost everyday I make sure I update this. I should have spend those time resting my tormented brain. Throughout summer, I always wake up at around 6am or 7am. It's so early if you had started your beauty sleep at 10 or 11 pm.
I will see to it that I will rest this coming summer. [Graduate na ako! Dapat lang! ;) ].

*i blabbed at* 6/16/2006 05:28:00 PM
0 clicked the camera

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Friday, June 09, 2006

Note to self: Tune with time. You can't turn it back. Time won't be the one chasing after you, just like what your teachers remind you. Do not take time for granted. It's too valuable to treat it like that so better use it wisely.

Notice that I no longer promised to do better blah blah in this coming school year. Why make an oath if you won't do it anyway. You just wasted the energy of your brain cells. Seriously, oath is intended to be brought to reality. Breaking an oath gives the impression of weak faith in God. Oath always comes with faith in God. We ask for strength and determination from God.
So if you're planning to make an oath, better think twice if you'll be able to accomplish that.

*i blabbed at* 6/09/2006 08:19:00 PM
0 clicked the camera

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Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Last day of dawdle. Hell no. I still have to:

continue putting necessary stuffs in my bag
condition myself for school which must be done weeks before june7
fix my study table for incoming tasks

I expected this day to be my free day. *frowns*

*i blabbed at* 6/06/2006 08:02:00 AM
0 clicked the camera

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Saturday, June 03, 2006

Miranda tagged me so I have no choice but to do this thing.

Name ten of life's simple pleasures that you like the most, then pick ten people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.

1. Laughter. The best medication for everyone.

2. Brand new day. Need I explain?

3. Electricity. Never take this for granted most especially if you're living in the city. I can't live without this.

4. Sunlight. Just imagine an summer afternoon of murkiness.

5. Art.

6. Oxygen. Like I said, never take things for granted such as this one.

7. Reveries. Life is boring without daydreaming.

8. Chance of dawdling. Yes, wasting time is a no-no but I can't help it. Can you?

9. Food.

10. Loved Ones.

*i blabbed at* 6/03/2006 10:10:00 AM
0 clicked the camera

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Thursday, June 01, 2006

I can't establish a positive thought about the start of school on June 7 except that I would meet my friends again. In my 12 years of being a student, I still don't like the concept of school in our society. Yes, we need to have a very good educational background. You should at least finished an undergraduate course for you to get a decent job these days. Education is the basis of your survival. People are being unfair in my opinion. How will those unfortunate people who have no capacity to pay tuition fees survive? They'll depend on the alms they'll get. They'll become parasites. I wish the gov't would think of better solutions for this injustice.
Hindi nila kasalanan na hindi sila makapag-aral. At hindi rin kasalanan ng mga magulang nila na ganun sila.
So I must do better in school. I'm lucky I still can go to school.