Thursday, August 19, 2004
LaLaLaLa!

Ang buhay ay punung puno ng twist.. pero..MGULO PA RIN?! bakit ba inde pede? u act like this pero inde naman? ang hirap! gusto mo iwasan pero parang ung ice candy na ipinagbabawal ng nanay mo dahil may ubo ka.. pero dahil gusto mo, patago kang kumakain.. parang ganun.. alam mo na di pede, bawal.. pero dahil sa satisfaction na natatanggap mo pag ginagawa mo, u still do it.. bakit ba may mga bagay na pwede naman pero di pwede? ang gulo talaga ng utak ko ngaun.. pero masaya.. gulo no? ah basta.. un..

hanggang sa muli..

Posted at 03:11 pm by liturgyOFdeath

 

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I'm Sick of Painting in Black and White. My Pen is dry, now I'm uptight. So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition. Redefine.
~Redefine~



Christina R. Lim, labing siyam na taong gulang, babae, ipinanganak noong ika-25 ng Oktubre, ng taong mil nwebe syentos otsenta y cuatro, bunso sa apat(o lima?) na magkakapatid, tubong Zambales, kasalukuyang binubuno ang ikatlong antas ng kolehiyo sa
Politeknikong Unibersidad ng Pilipinas sa kursong Sikolohiya, di palabasa kung kaya walang gaanong laman ang utak kundi mga bagay na bigla na lang sumusulpot mula sa kawalan.

ABSOLUTELY (Story Of A Girl)

Nine Days


This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

And how many days in a year?
She woke up with hope but she only found tears
And I can be so insincere
Making her promises never for real
As long as she stands there waiting
Wearin' the holes in the soles of her shoes
How many days disappear?
You look in the mirror, so how do you choose?

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
But You never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

How many lovers would stay?
Just to put up with this shit every day and all day
How did we wind up this way?
Watchin' our mouths for the words that we say
As long as we stand here waitin'
Wearin' the clothes of the souls that we choose
How do we get there today?
When we're walkin' too far for the price of our shoes

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
But you never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
while she looks so sad and lonley there
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

And your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
But you never seem to run out of things to say

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her

This is the story of a girl
Her pretty face she hid from the world!
And while she looks so sad and lonely there
I absolutely love her

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

When she smiles





 
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