A Sonnet from Shakespeare

XXVII

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

It's a good day to read poetry.

Lime88

I wrote a review about Lime88 "Pinoy Streetfood with a Twist" in my Multiply site.

You may read it using the following link: Lime88

Multiply doesn't directly send to Blogger, although it downloads the RSS feeds from my blog posts. But I wouldn't want to re-invent the wheel and re-write what I had already posted.

Hope more people would patronize this place. My friend's brother is the chef. Their mom is handling operations. And their dad is in the ICU after suffering a stroke a few days ago.

But really, it's worth the trip. I'll stop before I write another review about the same restaurant.

Ang Lingkod ng Panginoon Presents Hindi Kita Malilimutan Concert

You may watch the promotional video using this link.

I linked the link without permission from Norman Agatep. He has since found me out and thanked me for the unauthorized promotion.

I see it all as one work for the Lord, and besides, I'm with Ang Lingkod ng Panginoon. I would naturally promote this concert.

My elementary graduating class sang "Hindi Kita Malilimutan" for our Songfest, and we were the champions then. We dedicated it to our class adviser Miss Cabrera, a former nun who gave our lives meaning and inspiration. Our class won every contest and trophy to be won that year - whether in music, sports, or journalism - and we dedicated them all to her.

She died while I was in college. My classmates and I were able to pay our last respects. This song would always remind us of her, who would always say that we shouldn't idolize her as she wasn't a saint. At least not yet when we were in Grade 6. Now she must be in heaven singing with all the saints.

So, going back to the concert. I would naturally promote Lingkod. I love Bukas Palad. Most of all, the song "Hindi Kita Malilimutan" holds a special place in my heart. It's also God's love song for me, as written in the book of Isaiah.

I hope many people join this celebration of God's love through music.