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30 April 2009
21 March 2009
Tomoyo's song
In the night sky, they twinkle The far stars of gold The same color as the small bird that looked up in my dream last night
In the sleepless night, I sing this song alone Together with the blowing wind, I fly riding on my thoughts
In the night sky, it sparkles The distant moon of silver The same color as the wild rose that was blooming in my dream last night
In the gentle night, I sing this song alone Let me sing with you tomorrow Riding the wings of dreams
In the gentle night, I sing this song alone Let me sing with you tomorrow Riding the wings of dreams
18 March 2009
Breakaway
You know the first thing I told myself when i arrived in Ateneo was "I don't belong here. I don't deserve this."
2008 was a bad year for me. And then comes 2009 showering me with all the good stuff. I know it's wrong to not feel good about a good year, but that's how i feel and i'm not gonna lie about it.
I just feel guilty for getting things I never even worked hard for. Exams, grades, awards... What about them? They want this more than I do. They deserve this more than I do. I'm less capable of making myself into a better person than they are.
I've always been indifferent, yet the things that come say otherwise.
"You fit in like a glove, ate" Dad told after watching me make myself comfortable. In the inside I just wanted to tell him that I don't. I never have. Anywhere. The thousand times he told me "I fit in", the million times I wanna tell him "I don't". The million times I want to tell everyone who believes in the good of me, "I don't"
I just wish I did.
2008 was a bad year for me. And then comes 2009 showering me with all the good stuff. I know it's wrong to not feel good about a good year, but that's how i feel and i'm not gonna lie about it.
I just feel guilty for getting things I never even worked hard for. Exams, grades, awards... What about them? They want this more than I do. They deserve this more than I do. I'm less capable of making myself into a better person than they are.
I've always been indifferent, yet the things that come say otherwise.
"You fit in like a glove, ate" Dad told after watching me make myself comfortable. In the inside I just wanted to tell him that I don't. I never have. Anywhere. The thousand times he told me "I fit in", the million times I wanna tell him "I don't". The million times I want to tell everyone who believes in the good of me, "I don't"
I just wish I did.
14 March 2009
18 February 2009
14 February 2009
Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs
Well what's wrong with that?
Answers. Answers. I live in regrets.
Always what ifs and maybes.
I look at you like a child in a glass museum. I stare in awe as I wonder how long till I could touch you and make you mine.
Answers. Answers. I live in regrets.
Always what ifs and maybes.
I look at you like a child in a glass museum. I stare in awe as I wonder how long till I could touch you and make you mine.
09 February 2009
08 February 2009
07 February 2009
strange how hard it rains now
The year is almost ending. It's ironic cause i'm seeing things slowly fall apart. It's late and it's gonna take awhile for dawn to break. I don't want things to fall back to place like nothing's ever happened for the sake of parting.
Everything's changed. Keeps changing. Nothing's gonna be like it was before no matter how hard we'll try.
I'm not against the idea of reconciliation. It's just not fair to act like we skipped things that have happened in order to feel the way we want to.
04 February 2009
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