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"my world stood still when i first met you" (how poetic) But it didn’t take long..It went on again before I knew it..

You’re not the one I knew you were…But I guess there’s no sense on comparing ..cos it’s different…

"Nothing’s constant but change" I think that’s the best theoretical explanation for that..=) Things change….and so as people…Isn’t it? So I think that’s justified..really…

I know it didn’t do me any good to keep things by myself..Cos what’s the use is it to you what’s on my mind? You were right.. But I’ve once confessed! ( and that was not easy as it seemed for you) But you’ve been indifferent..there was nothing I can do..its over…You shut me out! and hey! Don’t you reason out! No need..Just stop there..I’m fine…( can’t you see?) Well, how can you see? You can’t even open your eyes.. so obviously ,you won’t see..

Don’t get me wrong.. I’m not bitter…Really… Actually, I’m sweet..=) so I’d say that..

You take care..( I miss you!) stupid….

You  think that you’re always right and i was wrong…But if that’s so,why were you the one who’s gone?

so, I think much have been said…=)

I found the clues of a lost stay killed in motion
But I thought of it so like there’s no other way it could’ve been done
Well, lay aside my fear, for a puzzle I wish not to play a part in it.
A heart stained in hate, a feeling of fear will play circles.

But you, you were my favorite
But you, you know, you were my favorite

I severed my ties to shroud this body under the streets of this city
And wait for the day when I am summoned to walk across the face
Well, slowly but clearer now, in visions that play and plague memories
I loved them with all as the girl should to mother and father

But you, you were my favorite
But you, you know, you were my favorite

And I walk through the door, shaping the light of all life
With our eyes and reform, would I come as before
Pray you’re not the only one
Pray you’re not the only…
If I form mistakes, would I take them back?
If erasing them could, if erasing them would
But would they be the words that I would say
Your face and a door between
I’ve parted three ways
For you that I love

Did you ever really know before my face shamed too late?
Did you ever really know before my mind scared to think?
Did you ever really know before my name sung to these?

I am so tensed…lpit na ng show…
super kakastress and skit sa ulo..
cerebral job kaya yun…
Super Puro India nlng naba2sa ko…
ka2pressure…hope this one will turn out well…
anyway..I won’t fail myself..=)

check out my play… Friday na @ 2pm! @ the Little Theatre (na hindi nmn Little) CCP.. tickets @ Ticketworld outlets…(National Bookstore or Tower Records)…

haaaayyy….