What's the date?

Have to finish the book before watching it. Demmit it's Eric Bana! It's a date!

SWEETEST

"And I can't believe that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything."

- Everything, Michael Bublé

:)

Yeah yeah yeah

Kahit ano pang mangyari,
kahit gaano pa tayo kapangit.
LOVE YOU 'TE!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Sorry kinailangan kong mag-crop at mag-censor hahahahaha.

LastToNight

When the bells swing and sing their lovely old song
And the yellow lights glow fiery in the cold

She steps out to the faint-lighted darkness
And warms herself with her chaffing hands

She realizes there is nothing else to read
Nothing else to see
But the life she is about to weave

And she walks down the street, almost empty
Bathing in the light of the street lamp
Then drowning in the darkness
With the next step

She stops and goes
Checking for a message
Lighting her path with her own ego
Her pride slowly humbling to its knees

She forgets
The weight on her back
The movement of her feet
Her sanity
But

She keeps a mask on
Not knowing how much it could deceive
Or how much it could reveal

And people pass
And she knew somehow
Her eyes would give her away
If they just stopped and looked
Closely
Deeply

She hopes
She prays
For their obliviosity
She could only pray
She could only hope

And she looks away before someone could look in too deep
She knows there is an awful lot they could give away.

But she goes on
As Boyd tells her she is stellar
And Mayer telling her of his wonderland
And Drake, his northern sky

And she goes on
Drifting away

And she knew it would be different
If she listened not to her playlist
Or if she was keeping pace with someone there
Or if there was a stick, a light, a pack, and smoke
Or if she was from some place else tonight

She smiles
And realizes
That walks
Make her desperate
Make her write
Make her think
Over analyze

And the street lights begin
To look like vivid little suns
They blur everything she sees
Except for the life she saw as a possibility.

Baby, Please Come Home

I took a day-off today. People know I am sick and having stomach pains. To some, I said that I just needed a mental health day (thank you, Nick, for giving me an idea on what to call it). Well, all of the above is true. But to be honest, I just needed a talk with someone (anyone, actually). After all, for the past few days I've bottled up too much emotion that I could use some breathing space now.

And I thank you, Bip, for being such a good listener today. From Katipunan to Espana. From MU, to Bip, to Baby Love. From Nene Days, to B days, to P days, to K&J days. From first year high school, to forever. Haha. High school friends are friends you keep :)

This is my favorite picture of you. Ha :P