Thursday, December 31, 2015

Monday, December 21, 2015

Simon and Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water

Bridge Over Troubled Water is probably one of the most beautiful songs ever written. This incredible song from Simon and Garfunkel’s fifth studio album was released as a single in early 1970, and it was an immediate hit. This song went on to win 13 Grammy awards and has also been covered by many other artists over the years.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Cruzado...

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Four Seasons, Maldives @ Landaa Giraavaru

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Rebecca Pidgeon - Spanish Harlem - LIVE in New York

Rebecca Pidgeon - Spanish Harlem

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Fourth of July 2015

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Money for Nothing - Mark Knopfler, Eric Clapton, Sting & Phil Collins

All For Love - Bryan Adams, Rod Stewart, Sting (Three Musketeers - "All for one, and one for all")

Sunday, June 7, 2015

What's next for American Pharoah?

http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/the-turnstile/what-s-next-for-american-pharoah-014028584.html

2015 Triple Crown Winner American Pharoah

Saturday, June 6, 2015

2015 Belmont Stakes - American Pharoah Wins The Triple Crown

After 37 years, a Triple Crown Winner! American Pharoah wins the Belmont (after the Kentucky and the Preakness)

http://www.sbnation.com/2015/6/6/8739893/belmont-stakes-2015-video-replay-american-pharoah/in/8505622

Monday, May 25, 2015

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

Sunday, May 17, 2015

American Pharoah Wins Preakness 2015

American Pharoah wins the 141st Kentucky Derby 2015

Sunday, May 10, 2015

"... Not all those who wander are lost...

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Wish List #1: 2015 Mustang 2.3L Eco Boost

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Baseball is back!!!

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Luke 24: 1-8 (KJV)

24 Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them.

2 And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre.

3 And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus.

4 And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments:

5 And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead?

6 He is not here, but is risen: remember how he spake unto you when he was yet in Galilee,

7 Saying, The Son of man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again.

8 And they remembered his words,

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Earth Hour 2015 March 28

Friday, March 13, 2015

Right on, kid!

Where the chef's eat in SFO...

http://www.afar.com/places/lers-ros-thai-san-francisco-2?context=wanderlist&context_id=28243&utm_source=taboola&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=ros_dttabla

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Pope Francis First Mass in the Philippines - Manila Cathedral part 4

Pope Francis First Mass in the Philippines - Manila Cathedral part 3

Pope Francis First Mass in the Philippines - Manila Cathedral part 2

Pope Francis First Mass in the Philippines - Manila Cathedral part 1

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Pope Francis welcomed by overjoyed Filipinos

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Funniest Banned Commercials

Trevor Booker Sinks the Craziest Circus Shot of the Year!

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Millions participate in the Feast of the Black Nazarene

Saturday, January 3, 2015

2010 NBA Finals - Boston vs Los Angeles - Game 7 Best Plays

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Wishlist #3

McLaren MP4-12C

Carbon fibre composite chassis

McLaren M83*T 3.8-litre V8, twin-turbo engine

592 hp (441 kW; 600 PS)

443 lb·ft (601 N·m) Torque

Seven-speed seamless shift dual-clutch gearbox

Life

I like to think that life is warm as summer breeze,
that one can feel its tight embrace but one may need to seize
the hour and the day to make it all worthwhile,
live it to the fullest in any way or style.

I like the buzzing sound of bees as they fly to every flower,
but cannot see the pollens at their feet that they spread like shower,
but can smell the sweet fragrance that they carry as they glide
and can taste the delicious honey that they all provide.

I like the sound of waves as they go racing to the beach,
to look at the pearly white suds that form on top of each.
One may think that it's the end of them there on the sand,
but it's just another start of the job they have at hand.

I like to imagine lions as they awaken with a roar.
to think of them as they roam freely on the forest floor;
It’s a wonder how they do it, how they spring from their mounds.
And wrestle with their preys as large and weigh a thousand pounds.

I like to see an eagle gently soaring to the sky,
to hear the sharp sound from its beak that seems like a cry;
It's almost unbelievable for an eagle to catch its prey
when it comes a hundred feet over the trees, above the clay.

I like to hear the reading of poetry and story,
whether in a street or in a theater as long as they're not gory.
Be it rhyme or novelette, or who may be the leader,
there will always be differences for the writer and the reader.

Some say that life is like a box of chocolate that you can't predict
what would be the outcome of the life of a derelict,
but I say no it isn't so, life is more than what it may seem,
just take a look at the moonlight and the early morning sunbeam.

I like to look at a tree everyday and wonder why leaves are green,
to think of the wind that swings the branches, visible but unseen;
I say that life is a beautiful song about an equally beautiful place,
with all the wonderful meanings and feelings for whatever kind or race.

Leonardo Kirk I. Galanza
24 December 2001

All Along the Watchtower

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,"
There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

"All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
- Bob Dylan
(John Wesley Harding album, 1967)

Universal Soldier

He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four,
He fights with missiles and with spears.
He's all of thirty-one, and he's only seventeen,
He's been a soldier for a thousand years.

He'a a Catholic, a Hindu, an Atheist, a Jain,
A Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew.
And he knows he shouldn't kill,
And he knows he always will,
Kill you for me my friend and me for you.

And he's fighting for Canada,
He's fighting for France,
He's fighting for the USA,
And he's fighting for the Russians,
And he's fighting for Japan,
And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.

And he's fighting for Democracy,
He's fighting for the Reds,
He says it's for the peace of all.
He's the one who must decide,
Who's to live and who's to die,
And he never sees the writing on the wall.

But without him,
How would Hitler have condemned him at Labau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone,
He's the one who gives his body
As a weapon of the war,
And without him all this killing can't go on.

He's the Universal Soldier and he really is to blame,
His orders come from far away no more,
They come from here and there and you and me,
And brothers can't you see,
This is not the way we put an end to war.
-Donovan

On Freedom

You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief,
But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound...
And if it is a despot you would dethrone, see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed.
For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a tyranny in their own freedom and a shame in their own pride?
And if it is a care you would cast off, that care has been chosen by you rather than imposed upon you.
And if it is a fear you would dispel, the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared.
-Omar Khalil Gibran (1883-1931)
The Prophet

Patterns

The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl.

Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.

From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.

And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darkness I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.
- Simon and Garfunkel

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

- William Ernest Henley

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost (1874-1963)