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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Fix Me

If this were a perfect world, and I'm sitting on a bench and crying on the park because of something, someone would come comfort me and try to help me with the problem. Then this sound track would play on that person's lips.

Coldplay - Fix You
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

When high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
But then, in this "perfect" world we live in, this would be the scene:
Man 1: Uy, o! May umiiyak. (Look, someone's crying.)
Man 2: Tara! Holdapin natin. (C'mon. Let's hold him up.)
Okay, so I'm still living in a world full of s***. But I'm happy I'm still alive amidst all the ggs thrown on my face.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

:X

The moon was full and yellow Friday night. In the genre of horror, it usually means cursed individuals mutate into whatever was set to them, like werewolves, vampires, politicians and other terrifying beasts that could've been the imaginations of horror genre writers and storytellers. In my sphere of thinking, it means I've been forgetting something. Which is right because, I've been losing the idea of blogging since th start of 2007.

And it's the same hoopla that's bugging my attempt to blog: school work. I've been trying to put space into my timetable to get this working, but all the other schedules are already pushing and shoving with so little space that the plan to blog just gets squeezed out and thrown in the recycle bin.

Add to that the fact that I'm with the graduating batch, which translates to heavy torment by our teachers, and I'm totally toast. This is very stressing.

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Wait, I shouldn't have said that. Besides, I'm the one who'll have the eggs in the face in the end. The fact that I'm too busy to blog is no excuse not to blog. So the yolk's on me.