kinikilig ako.

Miracle Drug - U2

I want to trip inside your head
Spend the day there...
To hear the things you haven't said
And see what you might see

I want to hear you when you call
Do you feel anything at all?
I want to see your thoughts take shape
And walk right out

Freedom has a scent
Like the top of a new born baby's head

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough I'm not giving up
On a miracle drug

Of science and the human heart
There is no limit
There is no failure here sweetheart
Just when you quit...

I am you and you are mine
Love makes nonsense of space
And time...will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
Reason is on our side, love...

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough of romantic love
I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, a miracle drug, a miracle drug

God I need your help tonight

Beneath the noise
Below the din
I hear a voice
It's whispering
In science and in medicine
"I was a stranger
You took me in"

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough of romantic love
I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, miracle drug

Miracle, miracle drug

What's a Meantime Girl?
Liza Andrews

She's the one you call when you're bored because she makes you laugh. She's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because she's willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She's not the one you call when you need a date to your company's Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She's the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One".

You know, she's the one who you keep around in the meantime. She's not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don't look at her as a "real" woman, either. She's not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. She's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She's too understanding, too comfortable - she doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does.

But she's cool , and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you're lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she'll do just fine. You don't have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve.

You're not trying to get anything of substance out of her. She's not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she'll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation, that she'll be able to cope with the fact that this isn't the beginning of a relationship or that there's any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her.It won't bother her that you'll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the woman you've been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. She'll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went. She's just so cool . . . why can't all women be like that?!

But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don't think she's good enough to spend any real time with.

Sure, it's mostly her fault, because she doesn't have to give in to your needs - she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn't pull it off. Maybe she's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at a factory. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman.

So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman. She doesn't captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She's safe. She doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But she wants to turn someone's head. She wants to be special to someone, too.

We all do.

She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway.

She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.

Anyway, yeah. I'm a Meantime Girl. Been one for him. For how long, I can't remember.

I don't know the reason, really, and at this point I don't even care. I just want to let every guy know who's ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. A lot.

And someday we won't be around.

waaaaaaaaaah. kinikilig ako.

wala lang.

-keeeeee-

i wore his jacket the whole afternoon because i was freezing. hehehehe. shiet.

and when we were sitting sa bench, i was in my usual knee-hug position and then he put his arm around me into a hug... and it was just so comfy. keeeee. hehehe. *silly-grin*

♥♥♥

damn. i feel like a high school girl. hahahaha. kinikilig daw oh. damn this life.

After An Afternoon - Jason Mraz

I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained
Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults
If room enough for both my drowsy spirit shall fall
Bold waves tumble to the season of my heart
Where you have offened my faith and my trust
Until all is lost into the beauty of the day.

But there is something in the way you laugh
That makes me feel like a child
Aspects of life they confuse me
You and your thesis amuse me.

After an afternoon with you
And your rich brown eyes
Your lips and your dark hair
Elbows and exposed knees tossing toward the ceiling
After an afternoon.

Face to palm
Tear to tear
Mouth to tongue
Heart to ground
I am in love.

so much can change in one afternoon... ♥

so friends, the curtains have finally come down on the year 2004. i must admit, the past year had been an interesting play to watch. there were the people who found their dreams, people who spent afternoons just smoking and talking over cups of coffee, people who bonded over movie marathons, people who danced to their hearts' content, people who formed new friendships and strengthened the old ones, and of course the people who fell inlove, then fell out of it. 2004 has been a wild play, wtih unexpected twists, blind corners, and more interesting characters taking a part in it. there were big production numbers full of emotions, or just those little quiet ones overflowing with intimacy.

and so, inevitably, the end of something means the begining of something else. the curtains will go up again, and we'll all start our impromtu performances. it all remains unwritten. you can either paint your backdrops something intricate or make it natural. you can let more actors come and play their parts. you can have fight scenes, romantic scenes, or just plain yourself-time scenes (just no sex scenes, please. unless you're married, of course.). it is your own play. you are the director, you are the central figure, you are the stage manager. you can be who you want to be. feel free to let your imagination run wild.

thanks for sharing 2004 with me. here's to 2005. looking forward to watching you play your role in my life.

i love you guys! <3

Sunrays and Saturdays - Vertical Horizon

Open the window
Let the sunset in
If only for the last time
Let me see you smile again

I'll take my records
You can have your books
I'm sorry I never read them
But it says so much about us

Always trying
To make love out of care
The perfect recipe
But something wasn't there

Sunrays and Saturdays
Perfect starry nights
Sweet dreams and moonbeams
And a love that's warm and bright
Sunrays and Saturdays
Friendship strong and true
Oceans of blue and a room with a view
To live the life you choose

You'll write me letters
I'll call you on the phone
A wire away from touching
And never quite alone

We'll get to know ourselves again
And we'll heal our hearts
It's not that we're bad together
We're just better off apart

Always trying
To have one and one make two
And even though it never worked
I still feel love for you

Sunrays and Saturdays
Perfect starry nights
Sweet dreams and moonbeams
And a love that's warm and bright
Sunrays and Saturdays
Friendship strong and true
Oceans of blue and a room with a view
To live the life you choose

i know we'll still be friends, and that's better than what we thought we could be. i just hope you find what you're looking for. after all, everyone deserves to be happy, even the boys who choose music and work over girls. -wink- don't worry, we'll still talk about our individual dreams and 5-year plans. maybe in the future we'll look back and laugh at all of this.

pictures from aaron



oh... look at my butt. hahaha.



nagdradrama sa studio...



oi... nawawala yung isa kung paa. hahaha.

aaron!!! you are THE man. hahaha.

buhay pa pala ito. hahaha. astig.

wala lang...

hi people... hahahaha.

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

grabe. wala lang. hahahahaha