when she cries

(written by Marc Beeson and Sonny LeMaire)
The road I have travelled on
Is paved with good intentions
It's littered with broken dreams
That never quite came true
When all of my hopes were dying
Her love kept me trying
She doesn't has to hide
The pain that she's been through

When she cries at night
And she doesn't think that I can hear her
She tries to hide all the fears she feels inside
So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
'Cause I die a little each time

When she cries
She's always been there for me
Whenever I'm falling
When nobody else believed
She'd be there by my side
I don't know how she takes it
Just once I like to make it
Then the tears of joy
Will fill her loving eyes

So I pray this time
I can be the man that she deserves
'Cause I die a little each time
When she cries

8/30/2007- off to venus.
baaaadly pixelated photos.
and my fruit bowl.
and the weekend with grape flavored gin.. ewwww.

amazing ginamus

http://www.bianca2x.blogspot.com/
fresh sheets. :D
as sappy as always..

the prettiest photos from tinseltown

cuz am stoned.
images from omg.yahoo and popsugar

off to venus

Start:	Aug 30, '07
End:	Aug 31, '07
Location:	piayaland

then to lalaland.
oooohhhhhh long weekend for me!
am broke, but, i will not have work. yipeeeyeepiideedoo..dumdumdum.. :D
THAT MUCH DESERVED VACATION LEAVE WITH PAY..

work it

all images from http://www.bananarepublic.com/
.. i want a scarf, silk, flowery, and nice to wrap around yer neck, a huge brown carryall, and anything that speaks houndstooth.. soo westwood.. haha..delirio sa QA station.. sighs

in a nutshell

 

 

(not blogging-on a multiply blog leave still)

 

Charles Schultz Philosophy

The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read the e-mail straight through, and you'll get the point.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners. 

 3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America Contest. 

  4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.

  5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress. 

   6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.







How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.





Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.


2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.


3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.


4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.


5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.  

Easier?

The lesson:  The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.


Pass this on to those people who have made a difference in your life.  


(If you got this, it's because I think you're very special...)


Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia
(Charles Schultz)

 

 

dreary saturday

time out with ppl at work. ako nawng murag magaudition sa star circle quest ka pacute.8/25/2007

dichee love

iheartthese

delirio from the QA workstation. haaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. ngnu ko kabus?

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the panthers' shirt

Why should I bother with made-up games when there are so many real ones going on? Kurt Vonnegut

photos from today wearing our borrowed team panthers' shirts/ my tired, tired face with fake smile from yesterday's shift, and cee in one of my fave her top(and shoes not pictured)

colored flour

fruit cupcake(?) from the pantry

my tuna casserole, with mushrooms and milk..
8/23/2007
iamdamned.

self love and pantry pastry

waste of www space. :)
ethereal napoleones..
more talks about food!

this afternoon

blogger's down. :(
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kite-u2


Something
Is about to give
I can feel it coming
I think I know what it is


I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did


And hardness
It sets in
You need some protection
The thinner the skin

I want you to know
That you don't need me anymore
I want you to know
You don't need anyone
Or anything at all

Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Which way the wind will blow


Who's to know when the time has come around
Don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

It's somewhere I can taste the salty sea
There's a kite blowing out of control on the breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me

I'm a man
I'm not a child
A man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes

Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Where the wind will blow

Who's to know when the time has come around
I don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye


Did I waste it
Not so much I couldn't taste it
Life should be fragrant
Rooftop to the basement

The last of the rocks stars
When hip-hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
That was the big idea

the weekend, in photos

supposed to do an epicurism kinda entry.. but, the blogger bugged down.. mysadirkedface.. :(
photos from: shakey's and mister donuts morning 8/19/2007
mcdonald's lacson saturday morning 8/18/2007

and the stuff i do to make my pad smell better.. and am not sure if it's working.. :D


sue JOHNNY.. two days straight incorrect sched cascaded to his team..

oh the places where we go..

in the attempt to search for fresher sheets and blank, empty spaces.. i will be blogging in my blogger account that i've created years ago..(and if i get lonely not seeing anyone there, i might change my mind and put my two cents here..:) photos will still be here.. haha..

see you..

amazing ginamus

 

hello monday!

grateful that shobe will be reports analyst in training for PS this wednesday, that took all my worries off that she is bored or having a hard time paying rent.. waah. thank You Jesus. grateful for the weekend cuz miko did not go boozing and things are sailing as smoothly as i wanted it to be..

wanted to do a photoblog but something is wrong with the wireless connection at work.. photos in the next few hours.. :)

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in the mean time, i must do yoga again. and be religious with it. yes, i can still eat wuteverrrr and can drink carbonated drinks; read: coke, etcetera.. but, i've to be more dedicated with wanting to thin out. i loathe loathe the fact that i am having a hard time getting into my jeans or denim skirts and would ask help from miko. über-pathetic.

saturday: mcdo breakfast ♥

              slept til evening

              chicken house for chicken bacolod dinner(i will never get sick of the grilled chicken

             & garlic rice everrr)

             lalaland again.. what a lovely couple,we would both stone ourselves to sleep..

(i think mikogelo went home in the mid afternoon, yes, we share apartment and my ma's kewl, or i think she is kewl with the set up cuz it would be bacolod all by lonesome if miko wasn't sharing my pad, and i once informed her we'd be sharing apartment.. okay i am blathering..and even if we do share pad, i sometimes feel odd when he goes home to see his folks.. amapola becomes a colder, emptier shoebox..)

sunday:  shakey's lunch- that was one huge kick ass shakey's special devoured by us..

             bourne ultimatum- matt damon deserves his hollywood star..

(many years ago, i wondered where or what tangier meant.. and so here's tangier.. as seen in the above movie.. :D Tangier or Tangiers [pronounce^[1]] (Tanja طنجة in Berber and Arabic, Tánger in Spanish, Tânger in Portuguese, and Tanger in French) is a city of northern Morocco with a population of 669,680 (2004 census). It lies on the North African coast at the western entrance to the Strait of Gibraltar where the Mediterranean meets the Atlantic Ocean off Cape Spartel. It is the capital of the Tangier-Tétouan Region. from wiki :)

(from google images)

 

             met one of his gal pals who was lovely when we had tea at bob's

             food shopping after- we were teased that we were playing house

             slept early

today we made garlic rice and ma-ling and we had liver with pineapples and chicken stew. in a few months if i don't exercise, gelo will be whale watching dailyyyy..

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kenji just turned 11 months last saturday.. happy birthday love..

 

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♥kermit smsd. after the longest time. he will finally see his son. that warmed my heart big time.he told me it's kadayawan(davao) week..

♥got to talk to dichee. who talked to miko, who did not understand a word she said..

♥shobe smsd.

i miss my  cebu friends. draaatss.

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another."

The Little Minister
Sir James Matthew Barrie

 

camp amapola

Tell me do you think it'd be all right
If I could just crash here tonight
You can see I'm in no shape for driving
And anyway I've got no place to go
And you know it might not be that bad
You were the best I'd ever had
If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago
I might not be alone
Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found
To take its place...hey jealousy
And you can trust me not to think
And not to sleep around
If you don't expect too much from me
You might not be let down
Cause all I really want is to be with you
Feeling like I matter too
If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago
I might be here with you
Tomorrow we can drive around this town
And let the cops chase us around
The past is gone but something might be found
to take its place...hey jealousy...

20070817

You may not see the end of it
But luckily she comes around
It isn't what she talks about
It's just the way she is

crayola,html version ♥

http://www.computerhope.com/htmcolor.htm
yey to my newest accomplishment to date.. learning the codes.. haha..


delicious, scrumptious geekiness!

that's news..

 

so will the top client pull out? it's a bit sad cuz most of my friends from my wave work there..sorrowful, morose news.. link here..anyway, they say ignorance is bliss but awareness is freedom.. i don't read the papers.. but, maybe i should.. :)

my new baby arrived today..(thru the kindness of my bombay pseudo sister Cee:) i've never bought anything major or huge or bulky except the bed..and so it's the end of the cranky-ness series.. and at least i'd know where the most part of my monthly paycheck would go.. growing up is strange..

  the whole in my wall and the jeep and suv of my neighbor with humungous labradors..

waaah..

my ung ung face..8/16/2007

and remember the cuppycup song? all the whilst i thought it was a machine-generated recording.. well here's the link to the video of amy- the voice behind the song.. (thanks for sharing sarrrr..)

and more amusing, wonderful, delightful tots..

here.. ♥

here..

&

here..

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the world is pretty.. i miss my sisters.. :( booh.. yey thank You!! it's payday weekend.. ♥

Life has loveliness to sell—
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Climbing fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.

Sara Teasdale, "Barter"

 

weeeh, been blogging 3 years now! {2004-08-07 13:04:36} my livejournal's create date ü (first few entries were backdated:)

weeeeeeeeeh, happiness!

i got my replacement headset today.. yey! new baby.. ü

   anne watanabe, sooo pretty.. soo japanice!

 

 

             the packers' shirt.. my boy's shirt has the smallest print.. lugi ang insik..

 

*i'm uber frazzled today hence, the short short short photoblog.. ü

 

whammy double triple entries..

talked to joey today..
she's leaving for oz..suffice to say iam sad..

geezeez, how the years go by!

 

I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is yet. But I know what it's like.

-breakfast at tiffany's

sometimes it is love♥

POET: RAY KROFT

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'VE 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 FOOLISH

WEAK THINGS THAT YOU CAN'T

HELP/ DIMLY SEEING THERE.

AND FOR DRAWING OUT/ INTO THE

LIFE ALL THE BEAUTIFUL BELONGINGS

THAT NO ONE ELSE HAD LOOKED/

QUITE FAR ENOUGH TO FIND.

I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE

HELPING TO MAKE/ OF THE

LUMBER OF MY LIFE NOT A

TOWER/ BUT A TEMPLE; OUT

OF WORKS/ OF EVERY DAY

NOT A REPROACH/ BUT A SONG...

(kenjisan..imissyoutons..)

this, a character

work would constantly amaze me still, or it comes up with people who are real characters and would amuse me.. tonight.. i found this call log..

remove both ink cartridges. shake for 5 secs. wipe w/ a clean cloth/ tissue or kleenex..

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OKAY, THE TISSUE SHOULD REALLY BE KLEENEX.. ü

ohgoodLord..Youcontinuouslyshowupinthecommonplace!