I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream – I have a dream
I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream – I have a dream
Ill cross the stream – I have a dream
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream – I have a dream
Ill cross the stream – I have a dream
Hayyy… I really have a dream… to PASS!
Nothing in life
Holds more power than your smile
I can’t describe it,
Even harder to define
Your breath, it soothes me
Your smile, it moves me
Gotta move in, closer to you now.
Nothing can come between us
Nothing can separate us
Nothing can ever break us apart
Well, it only shows
That nothing can keep us from getting close.
In a crowded room
Feels like being miles apart
My eyes on you
Reflects what’s deep inside my heart
Your breath, it soothes me
Your smile, it moves me
Gotta move in, closer to you now.
Nothing can come between us
Nothing can separate us
Nothing can ever break us apart
Well, it only shows
That nothing can keep us from getting close.
Your breath, it soothes me
Your smile, it moves me
Gotta move in, closer to you now…!
Nothing can come between us
Nothing can separate us
Nothing can ever break us apart
Nothing can come between us!
Nothing can separate us!
Nothing can ever break us apart!
Well, it goes to show
That nothing can keep us
From getting close
From getting close
…aaawww….
I’ve been driving for an hour
Just talking to the rain
You say I’ve been driving you crazy
and its keeping you away
So just give me one good reason
Tell me why I should stay
‘Cause I dont wanna waste another moment
in saying things we never meant to say
And I Take it just a little bit
I, hold my breath and count to ten
I, I’ve been waiting for a chance to let you in
If I just breathe
Let it fill the space in between
I’ll know everything is alright
Breathe
Every little piece of me
You’ll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe
Well it’s all so overrated
In not saying how you feel
So you end up watching chances fade
And wondering what’s real
And I Give you just a little time
I, Wonder if you realize
I’ve been waiting till I see it in your eyes
If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I’ll know everything is alright
Breathe,
Every little piece of me
You’ll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe
Breathe
So I whisper in the dark,
Hoping you hear me
Do you hear me?
If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I’ll know everything is alright
Breathe,
Every little piece of me
You’ll see
Everything is alright
Everything is alright if i just breathe… breathe
I’ve been driving for an hour
Just talking to the rain
I really like the song and I don’t even know why…
If there’s one thing I hate about myself, it’s about hating other people without them knowing it. But what I hate more, is when I hate and do nothing except be silent and pretend and just backbite thereafter.
I’m too tired of that routine. If not for proper manners and ethics (as if I care), if not for the awareness of society’s norms, if not for values and for society’s sake, I should’ve screamed. I should’ve yacked, I should’ve shouted, I should’ve mouthed, I simply should’ve bickered them all. Not that I’m blaming the virtue of being tactful, or proper manners, or ethics or society. Not that I hate to be a so-called goodie-good girl.
Or I guess I can’t just free myself from being a so grade-conscious hypocrite. Of course not. From what had happened today, it was more of an illogical phenomenon that hit my papers rather than my nervous system. From my own point of view, it’s her nervous system and not mine which experienced the most irradical event yet to be seen.
Or I guess I am to blame. After all, considering the pinch of effort I gave, it was far from industrious. It was exerted with force maybe, but not industrious.
I have to say that I am not writing this for show. I am writing this because I am too sick of pretension any longer. More so, I’m writing this because I can’t just wake up every MWF for this semester and face myself with her ever presence and words.
She’s like no other. Of course, personalities are altogether different, but her? I can’t bear her illogical reasons, irradical perceptions, her stubbornness to align your opinion from her own perspective, her forced teachings down to the very core, her most thought sayings, her crooked smile and most of all, her aura of hidden darkness.
Since I’m really tired of the teenager’s routine, too tired to torment myself thinking about her, too tired to write anything about her, I must then assert.
I have the right to say I DO NOT CARE.
I can’t seriously believe I’m having this.
I can’t seriously imagine how long my temperament is.
And I can’t seriously imagine that I can actually sacrifice for the benefit of blogging.
Yes. I can’t it. That horrifying smell. Or rather, this horrifying smell I presently encounter, dated sixteenth of August, year two thousand and seven in the year of our Lord.
Before anything else, I was thinking back way home on what should I post in my almost abandoned blogs. I was thinking wonderful ideas, well until I smelled something. And I firmly the source of it all is currently sitting beside me.
Yup. Very funny. Well, not for me and my shouting throat just taking its time to respond to the signal of vomiting. I can’t really take it!
I do want to leave right now but I can’t. I have to research and I have no choice but to pray that he may be enlightened of his “horrible gift”.
I know I shouldn’t be this discriminating to the point of announcing to the world about him anonymously and his gift, but it’s his fault that I couldn’t bring up my ideas I was actually enthusiastic about.
Oh. I thought he’s actually leaving…
Lucky for you who don’t actually experienced this… Oh please Lord, help me!
That’s it. I had it. It’s either the computer or the blog. Oh well, you can’t seriously blame me if this whole thing messed up.
My favorite line: It had been a while.
I guess it is a surprise for me to actually say that I am presently a 2nd year Accountancy student. Yup.
For months, it took me a really long while to post. And I do not even know if it’s worth it. Most bloggers, as they say, would only post because it is as if a requirement to post something. As if all of the blogs created now and then are continually viewed. Not that I’m being sarcastic or anything. I’m totally fine with it. Blogging without Obligation.
I’m afraid. Deeply and feverishly (as I call it) afraid. I think I’ll flunk. In my major I mean. And so, the purpose of this post I created within 15 minutes or less is to ask you any suggestions about self-discipline and study habits.
To the experts… HELP!
I can’t post anything decent and I do not know why.
Is it because I do not have enough money to spend for this?
Or is it because my home is at “far far away”?
Or maybe because recently I was criticized for my “grammatically incorrect post” (And for that, please excuse me for my “wrong grammars” or whatever that is in here that is related to that).
Nah… I’m just lazy. Lazy enough not to care for this blog once in a while. I guess I need more inspiration.
Well, that’s it. Sigh.
