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the freakin’ video makes me cry.

All my life I’ve been searching for somethin’
Somethin’ never comes, never leads to nuthin’
Nothin’ satisfies, but I’m gettin’ close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope

All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around, and it’s takin’away
Leaves me with the feelin’ that I fear the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost

Calm down, don’t you resist
Your such a delicate rist
And if i give it a twist
Somethin’ to hold when I lose my grip

Will i find something in there,
to give it just what it needs
another reason to bleed
One by one, Hidden up my sleeve

One by one, Hidden up my sleeve

[3x]
Hey, don’t let it go to waste
I love it but, i hate that taste
Weight keeping me down

Will I find the believer
Another one who believes
Another one to decieve
Over and over, down on my knees

If I get any closer, I
And if you open up wide
And if you let me inside
On and on, I’ve got nuthin’ to hide

On and on I’ve got nuthin’ to hide

Hey, don’t let it go to waste
I love it but, i hate that taste
Weight keeping me down

All my life I’ve been searching for somethin’
Somethin’ never comes, never leads to nuthin’
Nothin’ satisfies, but I’m gettin’ close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope

All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around, and it’s takin’away
Leaves me with the feelin’ that I feel the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost

Done, done; on to the next one
Done, done, and I’m on to the next one
Done, done, and I’m on to the next one
Done, done, and I’m on to the next one

Done, done, and I’m on to the next one
[2x]
Done, done, and I’m on the next one
Done, i’m done, and I’m on to the next

[3x]
Done, done; on the next one

Done, I’m done; i’m on to the next one

[3x]
Hey, don’t let it go to waste
I love it but , i hate that taste
Weight keeping me down

[2x]
Done, done; on the next one

Done, I’m done; i’m on to the next

ngyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!! i wana scream but i can’t. so i’m letting it out here on my blog. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhh!!!!

sa pwet.ü no, i won’t ask you to check my ass if i have one coz i don’t want you to have nightmares about it.

my hubbito told me once that i’ve got problems when it comes to intimacy. i only get close to a few people, maybe it’s because it’s hard for me to trust the people around me. so if you’re one of those few people that i’m close to, bah, be proud! damn it! hehehe just kidding. but the problem is that i get too attached to some people that the mere thought of them moving away or of not being able to hang out with them like i usually do makes me cry. it makes me cry hard and it’s really hard for me to get over it.

it feels really weird ’cause most of the friends that i have are too far to be reached. we don’t get to talk and hang out with each other that much anymore. it started with Mikka–my bestfriend since birth. they moved to the US years ago. then my high school and college friends–i know it’s normal so it’s fine (please don’t get me wrong guys, it’s not that i don’t care at all but i just know that it happens all the time. miss u all!!!) then with my closest cousin–ate RA. we used to just hang around and watch TV in lola’s sala til 3 or 4am but we had to grow up and work.ü faith, the only officemate i’ve had that i could relate to, had to move to another company. shitty things happened and i don’t have to mention it but, yes, it was shitty. then my 6ta. she used to hate me so much when i was just a little kid but we became bestfriends. i don’t remember exactly when it started but we did. we shared secrets, even the darkest ones that you wouldn’t want to share with your own sister. but then she had to move away ’cause we’re not getting any younger and she has her own reasons and i respect that. (love u 6, sana wg k n mgalit miss na kita langya ka ü) then mommy barie. i call her mommy ’cause she treats me like her own kid but just like 6ta, we shared secrets. but she had to resign and again, just like 6ta, she has her own reasons and i have to respect it. now my hubbito’s planning to move to another company. i appreciate it ’cause he’s doing it for both of us, and understand that we have to grow. it’s just not easy for me to adjust. it still makes me cry everytime i think about it at oo, mababaw nga.

i’m not trying to prove anything. i’m happy ’cause i didn’t lose loved ones just because they died. they’re still around and i’m happy about it. maybe it’s God’s way of making me grow as a person and i have to accept it; maybe it’s because He keeps on telling me to appreciate the things and the people around me ’cause i seem to take some of them for granted; maybe it’s time for me to look at the brighter side of things… or maybe life’s just unfair ’cause if it isn’t, then there’d be no reason for us to hope and have faith anymore. tama ba?? ü

i’ve been here in Patchwerkz, New Cubao (beside sta. lu) for almost an hour. i’ve checked everything that i had to check on my mail and my friendster account and i’ve got nothing else left to do. my hubby and our friends are playing DOTA and it’s kinda irritating to hear them all yelling while they’re playing coz i can’t relate. damn the rnb songs playing. it’s obvious that the CD’s been played a million times all over again ’cause the CD keeps on jumping and yelling, "i’ve got scratches all over me!!!"

you (yes, you.) might be wondering about this blog’s title. i chose it because i know that you’re getting bored already. i don’t have anything interesting to type about. if you’re still reading up to this part, then THANK YOU!! tiyaga mo magbasa!!ü

may mai-post lang. hehe

Stairway To Heaven

There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.

There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now,
It’s just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There’s still time to change the road you’re on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know,
The piper’s calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.