Entries for January, 2005
January 2, 2005this is a call Posted at 02:55 PM She fooled all of her friends into thinking she's so strong, but she still sleeps with her light on, and she acts like It's all right on, as she smiles again her mother lies there sick with cancer, and her friends don't understand her, she's a question without answers, who feels like falling apart. She knows, she's so much more than worthless, but she needs to find her purpose, she wonders what she did to deserve this and.. She's calling out to you, this is a call; this is a call out, ' Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you, and I'm losing all control now, and my hazard signs are all out, I'm asking you, to show me what this life is all about. He tells everyone a story, because he feels his life is boring, and he fights so you won't ignore him, because that's his biggest fear, and he cries, but you'll rarely see him do it. He loves, but he's scared to use it. So he hides behind the music, cause he likes it that way. He knows, He's so much more than worthless, he needs to find the surface, because he's starting to get nervous. He's calling out to you, this is a call; this is a call out, ' Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you, and I'm losing all control now, and my hazard signs are all out, I'm asking you, to show me what this life is all about. Have you ever felt this way before? 'cause I don't wanna hide here anymore. Take me to place where nothing's wrong and thanks for coming, shut the door. They say someone out there sees us, Well if you're real then save me Jesus, cause I've been here for far too long. I wasn't meant to feel alone. And now I'm calling out to you, this is a call; this is a call out, 'Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you, and I'm losing all control now, and my hazard signs are all out, I'm asking you, to show me what this life is all about. Show me what this life is all about Show me what this life is all about |
January 3, 2005
bbye Posted at 02:19 PM These break-up songs make sense again And i really wish they didn't. Sinatra's singing summer wind And i'm thinking of the night we met. Just one last time Can i hear you say? "You're my little boy I never want you to go away" Where are you? Please believe in me. I'm not hanging up the phone 'til i hear you say, "I love you. I need you near." Just give me one last chance And i'll never let you down again. Oh and what i wouldn't give Just to kiss your lips again To hold your hand next to my heart And wake up with you in our apartment. Just one last time Can i call you my sweetheart? My best friend Why do all good things come to an end. |
January 4, 2005
hey. Posted at 12:20 PM met old friends again kaninang umaga, nakasabay ko sila sa bus.. aba! si adrian perido na dati may laway laway sa kamay tapos ginugulpi gulpi lang eh... er... ganun pa den! lumaki nga lang... dami namin don eh, mag gagala lang daw sila, wala pa daw sila pasok sa dasma... hehe kwentuhan to the max... o basta. |
January 5, 2005
3 am Posted at 01:29 AM hinatid namin tatay ko sa erport kanina... alis nanaman sha. well, what's new diba? palagi naman ung wala, pinaganak ako wala un, pinanganak utol kong bunso ala sha... sanay na ko. pero naawa lang ako kay mama kasi nagluluha siya. ganon din si papa... tapos nag one last look pa sila sa isa't isa after ng ilang hakbang... ala tele novela ba... ayun. eh ako sa sobrang bangag ko at antok na antok pa. kasi ba naman gisingin ka ng 3 am amputa... ayun, ayus lang yan pag graduate ko this year di na sha babalik un dun... Only two more days, until your birthday Yesterday was mine You’ll be turning five I know what it’s like, growing up without your father in your life So I pretend, I’m doing all I can And I hope someday you’ll find it in your heart To understand Why I’m not around And forgive me for not being in your life I remember waiting For you to come Remember waiting For you to call Remember waiting there to find nothing at all I remember waiting For you to come Remember waiting For you to call Waiting there to find nothing at all Maybe someday You really get to know me Not just the letters read to you I pray I get the chance To make it up to you We got a lot of catching up to do So I pretend, I’m doing all I can And hope someday you’ll find it in your heart To understand Why I’m not around And forgive me for not being in your life I remember waiting For you to come Remember waiting For you to call Remember waiting there to find nothing at all I remember waiting For you to come Remember waiting For you to call Waiting there to find nothing at all Forgive me! I’m so sorry! I will make it up to you.... |
January 6, 2005
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haaaaaaay... Posted at 02:23 PM its funny how your mood can change in a snap... kanina we were just having fun, the usual stuff... tapos biglang nadown daw... sometimes it does not pay to be honest.. well, that's me. always am and always will... i say what's on my friggin' mind. i voice out sarcastic yet sensible opinions... but i assured her naman na my respect for her will never ever wane. my views on both those kind of 'categories' may be different but my respect for the both is equal. i add mo pa na sha ung pnaguusapan... then the respect is even greater... |
January 9, 2005
my penis, i christen thee... Posted at 12:28 PM
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January 10, 2005
January 14, 2005
all star me Posted at 05:50 AM This isn't the way we planned I wasn't supposed to forget your taste Like nights spent figuring all the ways that we came to this place There we were alone on top of your old rooftop in Highland Park But ask me now.. Say, "Chris look out across the sky and tell me which way the wind blows." A core of coal A core of coal and starches is within me But even now that you're not here I climb these mountains of houses every night I say your name and I wish I could have done things right. angels and demons tikman |
January 15, 2005
new layout please Posted at 12:05 AM my ultra bland stupid looking website needs a face lift... now! |
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January 25, 2005
a daily ranting Posted at 02:13 PM daily rantings... nagising ako as usual, ng 6 am... at as usual, natulog nnman ako at nagising ng 7... pag tapos non nagunat unat ako at nagpunta ng court para mag basketball... so mga 7:40 bumalik na ko ng bahay at kumain ng almusal... tapos balak ko eksaktong 9:30 alis na ko para sa 10:30 class ko... so bale may 1 hour mahigit pa... so pnanood ko muna ung CD ni israel james casidsid na samurai x... ayun, so natapos ako ng mga 9:10 non, tapos naligo ako at nagbihis at umalis na ng bahay... anak ng tinapa! trapik sa coastal! tapos sa buendia trapik den! anakngboogie! so ayun, late ako ng 30 mins... kaya nagdecide na ko na di nalang pumasok ng rizal... ampz yan! dahil don nawalan ako ng report... eh 60% tapos na ung report ko.. ang hirap gawin ng isang flash report... haaaay... tapos sumnod naman ang pnaka ayaw kong subject sa buong buhay ko at ang pnakawalang kwentang prof sa balat nang lupa, as usual wala nanaman syang pnagsasabi kundi ang kanyang astig-ako-madami-akong-alam na mga lessons na walng kakwenta kwenta kahit highschool kaya gwin un eh... pagtapos ng isang oras at kalahati na umaatikabong kaboringan eh umuwi na kami ni nick apostol (klasmeyt ko) tapos pumunta na ko sa besprens ko, 2mambay ako sa kanila tapos kumain kami sa SM tapos umuwi na ko at nilakad ko mula RFC hanggang samin as part ng aking daily exercise ek ek. ngaun and2 ako tnatype to habang hinihintay kumonek ng maayos ang putanginang ISP na to na walang kakwenta kwenta kasi after 5 secs na ddc nanaman... who reads this shit anyways... kung nakarating ka dito... aba, maghanap k ng ibang ggwin mo. come to paradise saves the day |
January 28, 2005
take our cars now Posted at 12:26 AM Don't you remember the last time we were speeding down this highway? Anna slept in the back seat, dreaming in the autumn heat. We turned up the country radio. I said, "if you want me just say so." I slicked back my hair in the wind. I told you I didn't want my picture taken but you snapped it anyway. Now I guess you won't have trouble remembering me someday. So I floored it and swerved around the lanes. I kept wishing it were you instead of me behind the wheel so maybe with my camera I could steal a shot of you and go home to put it in my room. Maybe you'll never remember me. Maybe my face will lose these scars, 'cause sometimes they keep me home at night where I duck under the covers and wince when I see the light. the banana shake |
January 28, 2005
the bus-ish jeep Posted at 10:55 PM oi astig! may nasakyan kami ni mj na jeep, astig pare! para shang bus! mukha nga kaming tanga eh, nag pichuran pichuran pa kami don! hehehe... astig talaga! kulang na lang conductor! good thing our country is going somewhere! |
January 29, 2005
da vinci decoded Posted at 02:11 PM ewan ko ba sa mga tao oo, meron lang sumikat na book nakihitch na sa success nung book... merong book at DVD, da vinci decoded... pang contradict sa book na da vinci... ewan ko ba! gumawa ng ganong book para instant hit agad, di mo alam kung nanghihitch sa success ng da vinci code o talagang talangka lang... hay mga tao talaga... hanapin nio na lng sa google... keyword da vinci decoded... ah ewan! |
