Here’s another song from Jessie McCartney which is on the hit charts right now…Turn that radio on and let that music coming…

Over here in California the sun maybe shining
Back in New York there is frost on the ground
I can feel it Christmas is coming
so much snow is falling all around
In Chicago the wind is blowing
Honolulu waves is washing ashore
In Miami the temperature is climbing
But in Boston its starting to pour

Oh Don’t you know that one way or another
I’ll be coming home for Christmas day
Doesn’t matter any kind of weather
You know that I’ll always find a way
And we’ll be celebrating all the good things we share
Everybody knows who will be there
I going to be there to
Yeah I promise one way or another
I going to get back home to you

Down in Mississippi the weather is rising
In Minnesota the kids are staying inside
Ooh, Chilly noses pressed up to the window
Getting ready for Christmas time

Cause whatever the change in weather
Santa he’s still got places to go
He’s tuning up all the Jing Jing Jingling sleigh bells
And rehearsing jolly Ho Ho Ho’s

Oh Don’t you know that one way or another
I’ll be coming home for Christmas day
Doesn’t matter any kind of weather
You know that I’ll always find a way
And we’ll be celebrating all the good things we share
Everybody knows who will be there
I going to be there to
Yeah I promise one way or another
I going to get back home to you

I’m coming home for Christmas
Candy canes and mistle toes
I’m going to find a way
SO i can get back

Oh Don’t you know that one way or another
I’ll be coming home for Christmas day
Doesn’t matter any kind of weather
You know that I’ll always find a way
And we’ll be celebrating all the good things we share
Everybody knows who will be be there
I going to be there to
Yeah I promise one way or another
I going to get back home to you

Oh Don’t you know that one way or another
I’ll be coming home for Christmas day
Doesn’t matter any kind of weather
You know that I’ll always find a way
And we’ll be celebrating all the good things we share
Everybody knows how we will be there
I going to be there to

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.‘

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

- Pablo Neruda

All wonderful memories shared with you will never be forgotten. For distance and time may have brought us gap and space, it never changes the fact that we will forever be grateful for having you as our dad.

In every single step we take in our lives, in every achievement, in every joyous and triumphant experience we have… We know it would never have been complete without you. Thank you so much for going through all the sacrifices for the sole purpose of providing a well-lit path, a good future for all of us… It has never been easy for us to be away from you and we know that it hasn’t been that easy for you too. Take care of yourself for us. Keep on praying, Dy. We hope to see you soon.

Ate, Neil, Dan and Kristy loves YOU so much. Happy Birthday.

The HIGHEST courage is to dare yourself in the face of ADVERSITY…Choosing RIGHT over wrong, ETHICS over convenience, and TRUTH over popularity…
These are the choices that measure our LIFE. Travel the path of INTEGRITY without looking back. For there is NEVER a wrong time to do the right thing.

Life has never been a straight road. In a lifetime, one comes across crossroads, potholes, u-turns, uneven grounds, and sometimes, to a dead end.

I have been weighed down with such feelings lately. My life revolves around choices I could not think of as my own. Choices I must make whether big – small – easy – hard – or yet – painful.

At the point I could say that I am faced with such. A crossroad - four paths going in four totally different directions. Right in front of me is this brand new road. Smooth, brightly lit, and awaits a promise of a whole new world of opportunities.

Behind me is a war-torn battlefield. It’s laden with obstacles and tormented with bloodied war memoirs. The road stretched on for miles and what used to be a glorious, mighty, formidable and highly respected place is now reduced to nothing more than ashen ruins. This is my past that has shaped the strong part of me.

To the road at my right, a vast empty space spreads over the horizon. Not a single soul in sight. Just peace – plain perfect peace. A place that signifies the resting place of my tired soul. Peaceful indeed, yet empty. I rest there often, with my eyes closed and with a heart and mind praying deeply for that something I can’t seem to find.

On the left, I see all the things I’ve ever dreamed of. A life anyone would dream of. Love’s promise of eternal contentment waiting to be received. Yet I hesitate - because nothing in this world is permanent. In the end, it may just be another short-lived mirage.

Choices. Crossroads. We are all made to inevitably make choices. We have always been the masters of our souls. And whether or not these decisions make or break us, one fact that hurts so much is that nothing can take it back. No rewinds. No going back. Time won’t stop. And what hurts even more is that time may not be enough to patch our deeply cut wounds. I feel like I’m in a mudslide sinking deeper day by day.

Life is more than just the decisions you make. More than what the most experienced people say it is. More than our every day encounter with the world. For me, life is what I have right now. It can never be completely mine. Yet I hold on to what’s keeping me alive and what’s giving me strength each day because I’ll never know when I’ll truly smile again.

This is how an audiophile writes a poem…

Sweetest Drug

By: 4udi0ph1l3 “T”

It took
one look
and forever lay out in front of me.

I wish that I could take a journey through your mind
And find emotions that you always try to hide.

I don’t want another pretty face
I don’t want just anyone to hold
I want you and your beautiful soul

I know this much is true,
Baby, you have become my addiction.
I’m so strung out on you.

There I was
thought I had everything
figured out.
But it goes to show just how much I know
bout the way life plays out

I know that you are something special,
To you I’d be always faithful.
I want to be what you always needed,
Then I hope you’ll see the heart in me.

If you just realize
What I just realize.
That we’d be perfect for each other
And we’ll never find another.

Say you care for me,
You know I care for you,
You know…that I’ll be true.
You know that I won’t lie,
You know that I would try,
To be your everything.

I do believe that there’s a love you wanna share
I’ll take good care of you lady, have no fear.
So, then it’s all because of you…
Never get enough,
You’re the sweetest drug.

“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.”

-Aldous Huxley