manangleda

have to study. have to sleep. have to eat.. how can i live like this.
gotta learn multi-tasking.

just passed by to say hi.
god.
when will i be able to update this thing.
i mean, really update! 
may the lord bless us all.

seasons of love

soundtrack of the movie RENT

ALL
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love? Measure in love

Seasons of love. Seasons of love

JOANNE
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes!
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

COLLINS
In truths that she learned,
Or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned,
Or the way that she died.

ALL
It's time now to sing out,
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love!
Remember the love!
Seasons of love!

JOANNE
Oh you got to got to Remember the love! remember the love,
You Measure in love know that love is a gift from up above Seasons of love.
Share love, give love spread love Measure measure you life in love.

feelings commit us to one another, and thus involves the risk of disappointment. they make us take sides, blurt out awkward truths, form personal preferences.

'playing it cool,' on the other hand, means being 'with it' until the going gets rough, then, turning without regret to something else - another mate, another job, another cause. it may spare us a lot of heartache, self-searching and struggle. but when you subtract the feeling from marriage, from friendship or work, what is left?

you can share money, food and sex with another and still remain COMPLETE STRANGERS. 


in the end,
the only way you can mean anything to another human being is to share his feelings.

--B., pp 109

bottom line is, we fall, we take risks. a little scary, yes.
there's nothing else better to do anyway.
or is there?!

sampip
parokya ni edgar

Some people love shoes of certain kinds
Some people love afternoons or the way the moon shines
And they have their own reasons to feel the way they do
That's why I ask myself, what it is with you


CHORUS
Is there something wrong with the way I speak
Do you even see me when I pass you on the street
I'll close my eyes and let it be
Because I just can't see why you love to hate me


INTERLUDE


Some people love weekends because they can fool around
Some people love thunderstorms because of how the drops of rain fall down
And they have their own reasons whatever they may be
That's why I think it's kind of funny that you don't have one for me


[Repeat CHORUS]


BRIDGE
And it sucks to face the truth that I ain't got no reasons too
Whenever asked the simple question why I feel the way I do
And I know it's stupid on my part to say that I love you
Even though I know you hate me and you don't know why you do

321........

first ever entry..hmmm. nothing much. nothing worthy to tell. does anybody ever read things like these?! hehe.. survey lang.