Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life’s actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Happy 24 Lionel...

This time of the year again how I used to ache for it to come faster, but last week I always thought it would be just another day....
12:08 am My last nine hours of being 23 i had to work. it was a long day, after work... felt emptiness so i decided to take a walk at wal-mart. Carl called to know where am I, and later MOM called me to go home for she had mangoes for me at home.
1 am: Driving back from Wal-Mart, think so this is it my birthday and it felt just another night. Emptiness overwhelmed my thoughts and perhaps sleeping early would be a good idea. Turning into the driveway i saw many pairs of legs behind the SUV. High beamed those who hid so terribly,and I got down my car said " You guys sucked" but deep inside I was trully touched that my friends took twouhe effort to give me the surprise. Little do I know they planned to kidnap me, covered in a Giant Bag, got carried ( trully scared they would throw me into the water).
1+ am: Arrived at Joe's was surprised there were so many people. after much eating and drinking and more drinking.
Thank you guys for the special birthday surprise I will forever remember this moment.
Monday, April 26, 2010
I had a fun day
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 04, 2010
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