Saturday, April 12, 2008
A Red Date To March...
No don't get me wrong. I'm not gonna marry today. I'm marching on a red carpet for my graduation...
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Let's Have Fun
All work and no play makes you a dull person. So let's have fun. Russel Peters is here to share some laughing gas.
Beat Your Kids by Russel Peters
Somebody gonna get a hurt real bad. (laughs)
I can't find his comedy stint about his Jamaican friend. That's his funniest so far.
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Saturday, April 5, 2008
I Need Your Words
Speak up. I need your words.
Everything is clear. Oh yeah, so clear. Very clear that it's vague.
We're supposed to talk. We're supposed to feel. But what are we doing? We're trying to make a mess out of nowhere. We're trying to find the right words. But those words are just kept in the unfathomable abyss of our mind. Useless words. They failed to serve their purpose.
C'mon, say what you wanna say and I'll deliver my piece as well. I'm sure both of us have something to say. We just don't open ourselves to opportunities. We'd rather sulk in one corner and be miserable deep inside. They don't have a clue. But we do. Sad thing, we're masochistic enough to choose pain and despair.
Okay, okay, I spoilt it the first time. But could you please blurt it out again to make me understand. I won't be nasty anymore. Promise. In fact, I did not want 'that thing' to happen. But before I knew it, everything was blown out of proportion. My bad. Sorry for that.
You know, it's hard to fake things, to tell yourself everything's okay when it's not. To tell yourself there's nothing wrong when you feel animosity. Come to think of it, we should've been happy. But we refuse to be by entertaining our pride, our bloated ego.
Could we just find a way to patch things up? Or just let silence tear us apart.
Everything is clear. Oh yeah, so clear. Very clear that it's vague.
We're supposed to talk. We're supposed to feel. But what are we doing? We're trying to make a mess out of nowhere. We're trying to find the right words. But those words are just kept in the unfathomable abyss of our mind. Useless words. They failed to serve their purpose.
C'mon, say what you wanna say and I'll deliver my piece as well. I'm sure both of us have something to say. We just don't open ourselves to opportunities. We'd rather sulk in one corner and be miserable deep inside. They don't have a clue. But we do. Sad thing, we're masochistic enough to choose pain and despair.
Okay, okay, I spoilt it the first time. But could you please blurt it out again to make me understand. I won't be nasty anymore. Promise. In fact, I did not want 'that thing' to happen. But before I knew it, everything was blown out of proportion. My bad. Sorry for that.
You know, it's hard to fake things, to tell yourself everything's okay when it's not. To tell yourself there's nothing wrong when you feel animosity. Come to think of it, we should've been happy. But we refuse to be by entertaining our pride, our bloated ego.
Could we just find a way to patch things up? Or just let silence tear us apart.
Say It
I asked what it is,
You didn't say a word.
C'mon, take a stand,
Get a chance to speak.
How much longer will it take you to make up your mind?
If you've got something to say, lemme hear it.
I'll listen to your words,
I'll hear your sighs.
Make yourself heard,
Tell me what you think.
Don't you hold back the words,
Just say it.
~\\-cOn-//~
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Ang Aking Awitin
Songs that touches our soft spot - the heart. Those are the songs that I like the most especially when I'm in the mood to feel the melody and etch the lyrics in my heart. One song reminds me of a special person. And today is his birthday.
Ang Aking Awitin by Side A
Thank you for this song. Happy happy birthday to you. God bless you always.
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