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don't trade our lunch: no one's gonna take that time away.
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Don't trade our lunch. Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Wednesday, April 20, 2011. No ones gonna take that time away. I was greeted this morning by a song in my head. I first heard the version of Janis Siegel with. On piano, but I am very much drawn to the original that. Calls me to peace. So close your eyes, you can close your eyes, it's alright. Everyday, I pray that it will be alright for you and me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). No ones gonna take that time away.
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don't trade our lunch: manahimik at makinig.
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Don't trade our lunch. Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Thursday, April 21, 2011. I went to mass at the Church of the Gesu last Palm Sunday. I meant to sing again with Hangad, but, at the last minute, I chose to listen. Now, while I am allowed time for it, I will learn to embrace my silence, and remember to listen. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). No ones gonna take that time away. Just walk the line; you know you just cant fight . Other treasure-filled earthen vessels.
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don't trade our lunch: March 2010
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Don't trade our lunch. Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Sunday, March 21, 2010. You brighten all my nights and make my day. This was but one of the many songs my sister parodied which still cracks me up to this day. Yet watching it again tonight initially brings not a laugh but a misty eye; then to laughter again when reaching part 3:09 as the revised ending by Joy comes to mind. In the meantime, I. Set the alarm on a clock that buzzes so annoyingly that "snooze" is no longer an option, and.
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don't trade our lunch: August 2009
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Don't trade our lunch. Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Monday, August 17, 2009. Loving you is like food to my soul. I've been receiving messages lately from people around me, telling me i've lost touch for the past few days. emotions have run around the spectrum from near-rage to tearful compassion because of my failure to answer calls or urgent email. honestly, i don't really know what to say. Ma, sino nagluluto ng ulam ngayon? Ako," she replied. I wondered aloud as a bewildered 6 year old.
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don't trade our lunch: April 2011
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Don't trade our lunch. Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Thursday, April 21, 2011. I went to mass at the Church of the Gesu last Palm Sunday. I meant to sing again with Hangad, but, at the last minute, I chose to listen. Now, while I am allowed time for it, I will learn to embrace my silence, and remember to listen. Wednesday, April 20, 2011. No ones gonna take that time away. I was greeted this morning by a song in my head. I first heard the version of Janis Siegel with. Calls me to peace. It wa...
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don't trade our lunch: April 2009
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Don't trade our lunch. Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Saturday, April 11, 2009. Funny how time changes how we see. I will be forever grateful for the darkness of that period in my life. For without it, my Easter would not be as resplendent as it is today. Sunday, April 05, 2009. Me, the outdoors-y type? But no. i've had 2 weekends' worth of adventures in a safari/forest, jetskiing and trekking up (and down) a 5-hour mountain hike that led to a beautiful beach. WHAT AM I THINKING? View my compl...
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don't trade our lunch: just walk the line; you know you just can't fight it.
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Don't trade our lunch. Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Sunday, April 10, 2011. Just walk the line; you know you just can't fight it. It was probably the last summer of my childhood. I haven't even met half of the friends I would keep for the rest of my life, knew nothing about boys save for the few ones I met at the Ateneo Children's Theater about a couple of years back (they're now superstars in their own right :P), and romance was just plain uninteresting. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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don't trade our lunch: November 2009
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Don't trade our lunch. Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Saturday, November 21, 2009. I spent too much time raiding windmills. As the skies weep quiet tears this early noon, a treasure trove of memories fill my head; images that only I recall. Then you made me laugh. And that was how it started. We are forced to wake up, and grow up. And the heroes that we have been to each other are reduced to mere mortals who live troubled lives. I still believe in your greatness. You have taught me to go b...
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don't trade our lunch: thank you, Frailty, thank you, Consequence, thank you, Silence.
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Don't trade our lunch. Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Thursday, December 31, 2009. Thank you, Frailty, thank you, Consequence, thank you, Silence. This was the year I joined races, stumbled and picked myself up to meet my work targets, flew like Superman on a zipline, hiked 4 hours of mountain(s! To get to an awesome volcanic sand beach, and pioneered a superclub bridal shower idea that will soon be the latest craze among brides-to-be (right, Tim? Kudos to 2009, and welcome, 2010. :).
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don't trade our lunch: June 2011
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Don't trade our lunch. Cause it's not the way that it has to be. Sunday, June 12, 2011. Hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true. I crossed out something from my bucket list this weekend. There's something magical about this week, how every sign is distinct and clear, and how I've gone from tears to thrills in a span of seven days. Even more so that it was Dad's 7th month just this Friday, and today is both Independence Day and Pentecost Sunday. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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