Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Thursday, July 03, 2003
"the irony gods are playing at me again."
minsan lang nga maging madalas na masaya
bat niyo pa ako kinulam nanaman.
di na ba kayo nakontento parati nalang may gumugulo sa isipan ko.
masarap bang gawin akong isang puppet na kayang kaya niyo ako controlin sa bawat galaw ko.
alam na alam niyo paano akong tumatawa at umiiyak
alam na alam niyo anong nagpapasaya at nagpapalungkot sakin.
kaya ba masarap paglaruan ang damdamin ko?
porket bang marami akong kasalanan, at maraming pagkakamali
kailangan niyo bang lagyan pa ng di lang asin pati pait sa loob ng puso ko.
baket ba ako nalang...
magkatapos isang oras sa kakasabi ko lang na maayos ang lahat.
heto nanaman kayo...
minsan lang nga maging madalas na masaya
bat niyo pa ako kinulam nanaman.
di na ba kayo nakontento parati nalang may gumugulo sa isipan ko.
masarap bang gawin akong isang puppet na kayang kaya niyo ako controlin sa bawat galaw ko.
alam na alam niyo paano akong tumatawa at umiiyak
alam na alam niyo anong nagpapasaya at nagpapalungkot sakin.
kaya ba masarap paglaruan ang damdamin ko?
porket bang marami akong kasalanan, at maraming pagkakamali
kailangan niyo bang lagyan pa ng di lang asin pati pait sa loob ng puso ko.
baket ba ako nalang...
magkatapos isang oras sa kakasabi ko lang na maayos ang lahat.
heto nanaman kayo...
Tuesday, July 01, 2003
The Ataris-In this diary
Here in this diary, I write you visions of my summer. It was the best I ever had.
There were choruses and sing-alongs, and not a spoken feeling. I’m knowing that right now is all that matters. All the
nights we stayed up talking listening to 80’s songs and quoting lines from all those movies that we love. It still brings a
smile to my face. I guess when it comes down to it...
Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up: These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters is just following your heart and eventually you’ll finally get it right.
Breaking into hopes of swimming pools, and reeking havoc on our world. Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.
The black top’s singing me to sleep. Lighting fireworks in parking lots, illuminate the blackest nights. Cherry cokes under
this moonlight summer sky. 2015 Riverside, it’s time to say goodbye. Get on the bus, it’s time to go.
Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up: These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters is just following your heart and eventually you’ll finally get it right..
--
yep. I wish I wasn't grown up as I am. I wish everything was just full of fun and games and laughter and love.
Stupid people, why did they make life so damn complicated.
Why can't we just follow our hearts...
(sigh)
Here in this diary, I write you visions of my summer. It was the best I ever had.
There were choruses and sing-alongs, and not a spoken feeling. I’m knowing that right now is all that matters. All the
nights we stayed up talking listening to 80’s songs and quoting lines from all those movies that we love. It still brings a
smile to my face. I guess when it comes down to it...
Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up: These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters is just following your heart and eventually you’ll finally get it right.
Breaking into hopes of swimming pools, and reeking havoc on our world. Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.
The black top’s singing me to sleep. Lighting fireworks in parking lots, illuminate the blackest nights. Cherry cokes under
this moonlight summer sky. 2015 Riverside, it’s time to say goodbye. Get on the bus, it’s time to go.
Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up: These are the best days of our lives.
The only thing that matters is just following your heart and eventually you’ll finally get it right..
--
yep. I wish I wasn't grown up as I am. I wish everything was just full of fun and games and laughter and love.
Stupid people, why did they make life so damn complicated.
Why can't we just follow our hearts...
(sigh)
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