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build God, then we'll talk.Thursday, June 08, 2006It's these substandard motels,On the on the corner of 4th and Freemont Street. Appealing, only because they are just that un-appealing. Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering. The rooms have a hint of asbestos, And maybe a just dash of formaldehyde. The habit of decomposing right before your very eyes. (Along with the people inside.) What wonderful caricature of intimacy. Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy. Tonight tenants range from: A lawyer and a virgin. Accessorizing with a rosary, Tucked inside her lingerie. (She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.) The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney, Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money. A wonderful caricature of intimacy. (Yeah) Oh, and not to mention, the constable, And his proposition, for that "virgin." Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business." As he said to the Mrs. Well only hours before. Well after he had left, As she was fixing her face in a compact. There was a terrible crash, Between her and the badge. She spilled her purse and her bag, And held her purse of a different color Along with the people inside. What wonderful caricature of intimacy. Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy. There are no raindrops on roses, Or girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with roaches, And taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things. Raindrops on roses, And girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with roaches, And taking best guesses The shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things. Inside what wonderful caricature of intimacy. Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy. Raindrops on roses, And girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with roaches, And taking best guesses The shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things yey panic! at the disco!! cool talaga. listen to them - a release from all the emo the world is bringing you. hehehe. sabi nga ni vidadi "emo-repellant" =)) it frustrates me because i have a lot of thoughts that i really wanted to write down/blog about but unfortunately, they all just slipped my mind (well, as of now). nakakainis, dapat talaga pag may naisip ka, sulat agad. sabi nga nung isa naming teacher dati (clue: "focus!" *with hand gesture*) "never trust your memory." true enough. ANYWAY. fortunately, mayee and i were able to finish enrolling yesterday (yes, isang araw lang) and got a pretty okay schedule.  may pe pa yan sa tf, hanggang 5pm. pilates. hellooooooo, sesexy ako nito (ha ha, right). ayun, so kahapon, nanood din kami ng "The Omen" ni mayee, dani boy, at gia. okay, so maybe it wasn't so scary after all - pero ako, being jumpy and duwag, was very, err (and i sound so conyo now), sabi ni dani ang tense ko daw nung movie. pinagtripan nila ko. HA HA. nakakainis kasi diba title nung movie "The Omen"? eh nakalagay dun sa gateway, "OMEN 666". p*ta, ano ba yun? magrereklamo na ko dapat eh (haha oa). teka lang, intermission ulit! Sinabi mo noon, hindi na babalik ang kahapon Ngunit bakit ngayon nandirito pa rin Sinabi niya sa akin, sagabal lang ang damdamin Ang magmamahal ay mahina din Sagot ba ang kamatayan sa lahat ng katanungan Ang paningin niya, ngayo'y dumidilim Kung diyos mo'y makasalanan, Sasambitin pa ba ang kanyang ngalan Paniniwala niya'y nawala na rin Kung dati ang problema'y saglit lamang Nagayon ito'y mahirap kalimutan Pag-iisip niya'y naging malabo na rin Nawala na ang kinang at ang kasiyahan Ang ngiti sa mukha ay nakalimutan Nagunaw na lahat sa kanyang mundo Kaya nagayon ay, nababaliw na ang payaso Ang mundo niya ay isang teatro Buhay niya ay isang entablado Pero ang payaso ay tao pa rin Sa kaliwa ang hawak niya'y baraha Sa kanan tangan niya'y gitara Nag-iisip kung alin ang uunahin niya Noo'y nagpapatawa ang payaso Walang pakialam kahit magago Pero bakit naging sensitibo na rin Wala mang bahid ng kalungkutan Pero huwad naman ang kasiyahan Siya'y punong-puno ng tuwa't pighati Lagi mo na lang sinasalo Ang lahat ng aking ibinabato Pagharap ko sa salamin Nandoon ang payaso't nakatingin sa akin Ano na ba ang kahahantungan Ng payasong anonimo na sa lipunan Hindi na maibabalik pa ang kahapon Ang payaso noon ay hindi na ngayon Wala na siyang pakiramdam Wala na siyang pakialam Wala na siyang tatakbuhan Poot at galit ang nararamdaman Nawala na ang kinang at ang kasiyahan Ang ngiti ay napawi ng kalungkutan Ako ang payaso, ang payaso ay ako Pero 'di ko alam, nababaliw na ang payaso Nababaliw na ang payaso... Nababaliw...nababaliw... Nababaliw na ang payaso nababaliw na ang payaso.aizo okay, where were we? hehe. naaastigan lang talaga ako sa kantang yan. sobra. we watched "Inside Man" a while ago - well... baduy. pero ayos lang, though i wasn't so psyched after watching it. still can't figure out why it was titled "Inside Man". the hell. pasukan na sa tuesday. tinatamad ako, pero medyo excited din ako. hahaa. ayos. permalink |
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