a cautious ear to the mouth of your confession...

Thursday, November 09, 2006

The Rose

ang saya...
Theme kasi ng blog yung pic sa taas...
Tas kung napapansin poh ninyo, emphasized yung rose.
Ang meaningful kasi ng rose sa barkada.
napaka symbolic niya..
Tapos last week binigay sa akin ng friend ko yung lyrics ng 'The Rose' (old version)
ang ganda kasi tamang tama yung lyrics...
kaya naka marquee yung huling part nung song dyan sa taas...
eto na yung masayang part (para sa akin)
nalaman ko, kanina lang na may bagong single na ang Westlife (sorry na adik ako sa kanila for 7 years :D) na nung monday lang na-release...
and guess what...
"The Rose"
parehong pareho kaya yan... para poh marinig nyo ang napaka gandang kanta na iyan...

*sorry kung ayaw mag-load*
pero ayun... ang saya talaga..

salamat nga pala sa iyo...
kasi binabasa mo toh...
kahit kung napadaan ka lang...
tag ka poh ha! *hahahahaha*

sige poh. salamat ulit...
lotz. analooouling:D

11/09/2006 05:54:00 PM

Monday, November 06, 2006

gusto... ...ayaw

flowers...
...insects
chicken...
...kalabasa
pink...
...yellow
math(well, i really do not know)...
...science
grade 6...
...dirt
my name...
...juicy(wahaha)
my bag...
...diskette
helping people...
...being selfish
mag help...
...saying 'no'
dancing...
...singing(i guess?)
ballpens...
...hair a mess
my pencil case...
...anay
online(for whatever)...
...stupid homework that no one could answer
movies...
...gin pomelo, pineapple(and insert whatever fruit name here _______)
acting...
...speech(noooooo!!)
ice cream...
...softdrinks(depends if i really can't get water)
VIOLIN...
...rock(not totally)
orchestra...
...liars(though sometimes, i am)
pictures...
...war
peace(duh)...
...gold(as in the color)
pastel colors...

well, i guess i'm runnin' out of whatever here.
hehe.
everything from me,
*kaye(crazzzzzy)*

11/06/2006 09:05:00 PM

i love you

i love you,
not only for what you are
but for what i am
when i am with you.

i love you
not only for what
you have made of yourself
but for what
you are making of me.

i love you
for the part of me
that you bring out;
i love you
for putting your hand
into my heaped-up heart
and passing over
all the foolish, weak things
that you can't help
dimly seeing there,
and for drawing out
into the light
all the beautiful belongings
that no one else had looked
quite far enough to find.

i love you because you
are helping me to make
of the lumber of my life
not a travern
but a temple;
out of works
of my every day
not a reproach
but a song.

i love you
because you have done
more than any creed
could have done
to make me good,
and more than any fate
could have done
to make me happy.

you have done it
without a touch,
without a word,
without a sign.

you have done it
by being yourself.
perhaps that is what
being a friend means,
after all.

-Roy Croft

11/06/2006 06:54:00 PM