And they say pretty guys don’t come in twos.
Timmy and I ate at Mcdo, watched "You are the one," and had cakes at Red Ribbon. It was a super date filled with all the "lovelorn" drama one could stomach.
(syempre nagdala pa kami nang cake kay Yadz)
in any case, we should do it more often.
us lonely guys. 
drip, drip
the words drip with doubt
the words drip with feeling
each stroke and crest cries
with every drop of ink
with every slanted curve
do you see it?
your hands are soaked in it
drenched in my tears
submerged in my iniquities
Red letters
I wish for more of a steady heart
one that keeps beating even when far apart
…Lord who holds all and knows all
let me not grope, let me not fall
If there is no battle to fight,
how can something be worth fighting for?
It seems to be a tell-tale sign
bright as a lamp
clear as a kiss
Your face bares and brings
all the wonderful things
worth being missed
jagged and piercing
they break the panes
of the heart
shattered and broken
now falling apart
Is there no defense
against your sweet oppression?
No resistance from my conscious surrender?
There is only the dredging
of the bells of time
soft, silent acquiesce
Yeshua
We were looking for songs to sing for She’s party thing, I didn’t know the lyrics then but I found it in another blog. Could these words be my words? Probably, words lost in the vacuum of hate, and sung only in the shadow of tears…here it goes…
What if I took my time to love you?
What if I put no one above you?
What if I did the things
That really mattered?
What if I ran through
Hoops of disaster?
No one would care if
We never made it
We’re in this alone
So why don’t we face it
There is no room to
Blame one another
We just need time to
Forgive each other
What about love?
What about feeling?
What about all the things that make life worth living?
What about faith?
What about trust?
And tell me baby…what about us?
How can I give this
Love a new beginning?
How can I stop the rain?
It’s never ending
How do I keep my soul believing?
Memories of how we
Should be keep calling
I’ll take the rivers rise
I’ll take the happy times
I’ll take the moments of disaster
O diba..BOOM.
I may not be kilig-material
I guess knowing me for 20 years
took that edge away
but still I know there’s noone else
who gave you oslo paper gifts
on your fifth birthday
We may not look great if we’d be a couple
there are a thousand others
who’d look much better
but I’m sure and there’s proof
that we prove a great Mary and Joseph
straight down to the letter
I may not eat everyday with you
in school and the different corners
that you appear in
but eating lunch in your house
with your mom is surely
a victory to win
I may not count real fast
or learn to engineer computers
or houses and bridges
but I know for sure
I make great paper airplanes
that fly over chairs and ridges
I may be just one of those
who say everyday "I love you."
but surely I’m different because I believe
that Christ’s love is enough thru and thru
Natatandaan mo ba?
ako ni hindi ko malimutan
ang bahay na titirahan natin
and kulay ng kuwarto
at ang masayang makapiling
natatandaan mo ba?
ni hindi ko malimutan
ang mga anak na pinangalanan
at ang pangakong pang kailanman
*…inspired by John Provido
kuya abe texted that sna pwede ako mag instant gig sa lifehouse,
i didnt have any idea what to sing so…I just made one!
aking katapangan
ligayang pinadaramdam
nauubos din
aking kasiglahan
ngiting pinahihiram
nawawala rin
nais ko din naman talagang
akayin ka
ngunit sa dilim nang gabi
tumutulo ang luha
pabuhat naman
o kay bigat ng damdamin
paakay naman
o kay lalim ng dilim
pabuhat naman
this I got from watching "The Break-up" alone….
(Promise…its worse than watching Sukob nang mag-isa)
Spring comes at Winter’s end
only after the leaves start to fall
BOW
