Seven Lost Secret Fascinations and Abilities (K.I.D. edition)

credits from the movie Radio Flyer (photo from Google)

1) Animals can talk;

2) Your favorite blanket is woven from a fabric so mighty, that once pulled over your head, it becomes an impenetrable force field;

3) Nothing is too heavy to lift with the aid of a cape;

4) Your hand, held forefinger out and thumb up, actually fires bullets;

5) Jumping from any height with an umbrella is completely safe;

6) Monsters exist and can be both seen an done battle with; and

7) the greatest, most special and regrettable loss of all: the ability to fly.

SHE is simply HER...

Happy Birthday Roma-Amor


...the lady who laughs as if tomorrow will never come
...the lady who has the greatest butt in the world
...the lady who can tolerate people's most insane thoughts
...and the lady who change some part of ME


in behalf of S-Squared - "WE" love you

...Be HAPPY on your special day (at kahit hindi ka ipinanganak ng winter, still dedicated pa rin ang song na 'to para sa'yo)

More than a Mother...

Mother

by Ken Pierpont

“Her children rise up and call her blessed…” (Proverbs 31:28)

She dreamed of you from the time she was a little girl cradling a baby doll in her arms. She always saw you playing around the little cottage in her childhood dreams. She carried you in her body and you made her sick every morning for weeks and weeks. She bore you into the world through intense pain but when she heard you cry and saw your wrinkled face she forgot all about it and wept tears of joy.

She fed you at her breast and her whole world revolved around you. She stole into your room at night just to watch you sleep and she was sure you were the most beautiful child on earth. She set up through the night to bathe away the fever and at breakfast your dad said; “Sleep well, honey,” oblivious to the all-night vigil. She somehow always knew when you needed her, even in the middle of the night, and she came to your room and changed your bedding and made sure you were warm and dry.

She covered your ears and gave you your coat and checked your homework and made you practice the piano and set through all your ball games and recitals like they were the seventh game of the world series and a debut at Carnige Hall. She nagged you to brush your teeth with words of wisdom like; “Be true to your teeth or they will be false to you.” She changed your diaper and cleaned up when you were sick and washed underwear no one else would touch without a chemical suit. And who do you think always cleaned the gunk out of the kitchen sink and bathtub drain?

She made sure you had the drumstick and your dad had the breast and acted like she preferred the wings. Her oatmeal cookies made you forget the beating you took from the neighborhood bully, or the slow rate of greeting card sales.

She listened to you and didn’t laugh when others would have mocked you. She believed in you when you didn’t believe in yourself and prayed for you even when you didn’t think you needed it. She made you think you could do things you were sure you couldn’t do. She was tough enough to call your bluff and discipline you and give you a sense of boundaries and the security that comes with it. She spanked you when “Spocking” was all the trend with lesser mothers. She knew when you needed a spanking or just a nap and she didn’t always give you candy though she longed to indulge you.

She was always waiting when you came in late. When you complained about it, she pretended to be asleep the way you always did when you wanted her to carry you in from the car after a long trip.

She read the Bible to you and read the Bible in front of you and did what mothers have to do to make sure the family is faithful in church. She made your dad a much better man than he ever would have been without her.

She mended clothes as a labor of love and it broke her heart to see how quickly you grew out of them. She knew you were only loaned to her from God and soon the house would fall silent again. She washed mountains of dishes and truckloads of laundry. she put up food on the hottest summer days and didn’t complain.

Her most sincere prayers were the ones she sent heavenward in gratitude for you. She filled your home with fragrance and beauty and music. The smell or her perfume and fresh-cut flowers, bacon for breakfast and Sunday roast.

Her eyes were bright and happy and full of life. She wept though, wept and worried a thousand times for you when no one ever knew.

She rose early on holidays so you could enjoy a festive meal and an enduring memory. She planned for days and worked for hours so that in a few minutes you could gulp it down and go watch football. You didn’t always thank her or help her with the dishes, but those meals have been a cherished memory for years.

She baked you special treats just to watch you eat them. Something inside made her happier the more you ate. (If you could see me you would know this made my mother a very happy woman).

She wore old dresses so you could have a new ball glove. She skipped vacations and second honeymoons so you could go to camp. She limited expenses for her hobbies so you could get your band instrument. She was happy with last year’s fashion so you could have this years tennis shoes.

She didn’t abandon the family when your dad was insensitive to her needs. She took the blame for your failures and stood back and let your dad have the glory for your successes.

And having done all these things and a thousand others that make mother a sacred word, she still felt she wasn’t the mother she should have been.

credit: http://kenpierpont.com

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...Happy Mothers' Day to all the MOTHERS in the world and to those taking MOTHER ROLES

...Let's LOVE our mothers 

...LOVE you Ma ^_^

Byul*

The beginning of my story,

The ending of yours

With your love so precious,

My second chance unfolds

You’re my light in the darkness

My only shield in the rain

You’re my teacher and my savior

Most of all, you are a friend

When I stumble very often,

You never lend a helping hand

You taught me how to stand

Now I can manage to run                          

When I started to doubt

You never fail to believe

When I cry, you never console

You rather told me to cry, and cry even more

You tell me truths even if it hurts

With all the pain, you bear with me

I always blame you, you simply listen

And you never leave me until the end

You’re authoritative yet considerate

Mysterious yet very distinct

Rational and never judging

And when you loved, it’s unending

Though I can’t see you always

You’ll be there, that is certain

Like billions of stars in the sky

Shivering each night and silently watching everyday

Thank you, my only star in heaven…

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* Byul is the Korean term for star 

LSS...

MAYBE by Sunye (Wonder Girls)
- English translation


My cold heart….suddenly a little bit
seems melted when you come to me
And then secretly ..you filled my heart

From one day, at the way back home
While thinking of you, that my appearance
when I saw, I realize you’re already in my heart

Maybe you’re the one
Maybe, perhaps
Perhaps, you
I’m waiting.. it would be half
Maybe it is true
Always, very
Closed each other, So I didn’t know
Baby I’m in love with you

At first I didn’t know…I’d be like that
I’d be thinking of you, I’d be loving you
Your heart too, please…be same with my heart like this

Maybe you’re the one
Maybe, perhaps
Perhaps, you
I’m waiting.. it would be half
Maybe it is true
Always, very
Closed each other, So I didn’t know
Baby I’m in love with you

I have gotten too late
Right now, accept my heart that realize
I knew it’s too late, I knew it’s now but
This heart ..will be never swayed

Maybe you’re the one
Maybe, perhaps
Perhaps, you
I’m waiting.. it would be half
Maybe it is true
Always, very
Closed each other, So I didn’t know
Baby I’m in love with you

Baby, I’m in love with you
Baby, I’m in love with you
Baby, I’m in love with you
Baby, I’m in love with you

You Know

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Actually, this is the first Korean song that I've managed to sing using the original language and my fascination with this song leads me to studying the Korean language little by little. ^_^