And I Can't Stop Laughing

The suckers loose themselves
In the games they learn to play
Children love to sing but
Then their voices slowly fade away
People always take a step away
From what is true
That's why I like you around
I want you
Oh you do you do...
You make me want you
An open invitation to the dance
Happenstance set the vibe that we are in
No apology because my urge is genuine
And the mystery of your rhythm is so feminine
Here I am and I want to take a hit
Of your scent cause it bit so deep into my soul
I want you
Yeah, you do you do...
You make me want you
Oh you do you do...
Send me all your vampires
I want you
And I can't get enough, oh I can't get enough
And I can't get enough
The village church yard is filled with
Bones weeping in the grave
The silver lining of clouds
Shines on people Jesus couldn't save
You want to know how deeply my soul goes
Deeper than bones
Deeper than bones
And I can't get enough
Oh, I can't get enough
Oh, I can't get enough
Oh, I can't get enough
After we did it by the window sill
Smoke rings drift into the midnight sky
Presently in the quilt that your mother made
A candle burns to fight off the gloom
I said to live in this way is not for the meek
And like a jazz DJ you talk me into sleep
I said there'll be no regrets when the worms come
And they will surely come
You do you do...
Make me want you
Send me all your vampires
Yeah you do...
Make me want you

Third Eye Blind - I Want You

She'll be okay. Yes she will.

Map of The Problematique

Fear and panic in the air
I want to be free
From desolation and despair
And I feel like everything I saw
Is being swept away
When I refuse to let you go

I can't get it right
Get it right
Since I met you

Loneliness be over
When will this loneliness be over

Life will flash before my eyes
So scattered and lost
I want to touch the other side
And no one thinks they are to blame
Why can't we see
That when we bleed we bleed the same

I can't get it right
Get it right
Since I met you

Loneliness be over
When will this loneliness be over
Loneliness be over
When will this loneliness be over


Since there is no antidote
No potion
No cure
For such kind of happiness
Trapped in such kind of despair
Just makes me want to scream life's unfair
Too fuckin unfair
For once
When all my shackles came undone
I'm now unhinged, and unhappy
By far my friend
By far
The best days of my life
And the worst.

What next?

Mary J. Blige swaggers in and tells me " Ohh..no more drama"

For Alicia, Those Who Believe They Deserve Better, and could I try..Me?

To a dear friend, Alicia Bitch Long Legs.

After reading your latest entry about you-know-what, an excerpt from your blog's profile strucked me today as my eyes unintentionally floated past these words; hard enough to make me *yawn* struggle out of my endless inertia to write this post.

*yawn*

Not that it's any sudden enlightenment of any sort but well, they certainly rang
especially loud.

"....wish to believe that I do have good taste and seek to settle for no less than the best."

You certainly should. And so do all deserving humans. But then again, who's deserving? I suppose that boils down to how much we love ourselves. And yes, not in a narcissistic manner.

And let's not care anymore what's Best in the eyes of others. For they seldom measure up to our own.

Oh, I wasn't referring to the "good taste" part hor.

But I think everyone should stick a Post It on our foreheads to remind ourselves to treat ourselves better once in a while, if not, all the time. Then again, our foreheads aren't exactly the best location for reminders eh?

Sacrifices and compromises can only be justified if we can genuinely feel it's worth at the end of the day. And that does not entail endless post-deed complaints or suffering. Instead, a certain calmness, or should I say, Peace. Uh no, I honestly did not mean to sound like Miss Pageant. Forgive me. Hur.


Treat yourselves right.

And it's only after a monstrous 25 years of time that I'm finally able to just smell the meaning of Self Love.

Ran out of Post Its. Could I have just 1 please?

Grey Areas, Grey Hairs

Ladidadida.

Take me along Mr..... Wind. Too damn tired to think.

Just don't let history repeat itself.

Thank you and goodnight.

Make merry ..MAKE MERRY!!

Bonjour!

There's actually a million ( well not actually a million ) things I wanted/want to write about, and yes writing CAN be a great form of catharsis ( in which humans really need to find their own lest we kill our fellow humans or, kill ourselves ) .

However, time, mood, and other invalid but justifiable reasons for my inertia explains the sparodic hiatus.

A quick flashback! The Douglas Olivero kid at the underpass gosh you make me weep....the Cheapskates Phenomena....never take sweets from a stranger ah but I just did....Cheapskates Phenomena has no correlation with religious beliefs.....people should STOP. singing Sweet Child Of Mine, the child is already dead. And as always, the everyday commuters on the train continues to repulse. And naturally, that excludes myself. *with every ounce of haughtiness you can imagine *

I have a friend who's at Le Cordon Bleu. Now, do you?

Oh who cares about your friend with 10 cars?

Go crazy in France Madonna. Make french babies.

EEEEEEEEAHH!

Now. While I take a breather, here is something hilarious. He must have had a really nasty experience. I like the beats.