Thursday, August 20, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
"Call Me Beautiful" by Ginny Owens
I've been waiting
For a hero who's brave and strong-
Someone to love me,
Someone to tell me I belong,
So I pretend I'm satisfied,
And I stand watching on the sidelines,
Till You pull me into the light
And say, "It's Your turn now,
Welcome to your life!"
(Chorus)
And You call me beautiful,
And say You've loved me all along,
And You've always held the keys to unlock my soul
Oh You call me beautiful
There's a smile on my face,
And a brand new light in my eyes,
It's a new day,
And I've never felt so alive-
I feel as if I could conquer anything,
Oh that's what Your love has done for me,
And now all I want to be,
Is everything You want me to be-
(Chorus)
And You call me beautiful,
And say You've loved me all along,
And You've always held the keys
To unlock my soul, But I didn't know-
Now I can finally start to live,
Take those chances I have missed,
Things will be much different,
Now that I know
You call me beautiful
(Bridge)
The story is better than I could dream after all,
Now this is reality
To know You and to hear You call me beautiful
Call me beautiful-
Now I can finally start to live,
Take those chances I have missed,
Things will be much different,
Now that I know-
Now that I know
You call me beautiful
Monday, August 3, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Lessons from LB
She’s the one who compelled me to create this Multiply account for the purpose of a daily “literary blog.”
I’m the insignificant student in her two classes for two consecutive semesters, who regularly receives her sharp and unpretentious critics.
She’s the cause of the frustrating tears I let go during my last sem in college.
I may not have left a mark in her life, maybe just my name written on her class lists for Eng106-G and Fil150-U a year ago or my average literary pages littered somewhere on the dusted corners of the Humanities building.
But surely, it was during her classes that Prof. LB directed my eyes on something more than her long and colored fingerclaws she deliberately sway while speaking. I discovered these, her words, quoted in my notebook, which I would want to share as well:
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“For a child, the world is never literal.”
“Metaphorical world – losing this makes you close to loneliness.”
”A good writer listens even to those which are not said.”
”Every writer is actually explaining the world.”
“… Learn what needs to be improved with your writing to be able to come up with acceptable pieces.”
“Your fidelity should be to your craft, not to fame, not to yourself.”
“…understanding your own sensibilities, because your craftsmanship would employ a lot of your sensibilities.”
“Be serious about this course!”
“We’re trying to help each other here!”
“Readers are strangers.” (Dapat may hints—para makapasok sila sa pagsusulat ko.)
“Writer’s block? No! It’s unpreparedness.”
“Okay lang maging post-modernist. But if you really want longevity, be a formalist.”
“Kahit ano pa ginamit mo, dapat may organic unity—everything that you included in the writing is essential.”
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I hope you caught them and find them useful for your own writing, too.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
taympers
i NEED to take some TIME OFF
...SOME time OFF
...and off i GO
Stop... and GO...
sTOp... [look Upward] then Go..
when STOP actually means GO.
makes sense to me now? yes.
some time OFF.
taympers muna.
time first.
give Him time, FIRST.
everything is due to him who gave me life.