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to make you feel my love…

To Make You Feel My Love lyrics
Songwriters: Dylan, Bob;

When the rain’s blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I would offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
So no doubt in my mind where you belong

I’d go hungry, I’d go black and blue
I’d go crawling down the avenue
There ain’t nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on a rolling sea
And down the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
But you ain’t seen nothin’ like me yet

There ain’t nothin’ that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
Make you happy, make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love

i miss you badly

what a stupid move to say goodbye

i could have hidden my feelings

so at least, i could still see you

 
:(

10 things I want on my birthday

1. birthday leave

2. flowers and card from my baby…and a call will be great, too!

3. cake and ice cream…yummy!

4. sunset and beach…hmmm romantic

5. trip to macau! really wanna go there.

6. some new boxer shorts

7. the tanline on my back and on my legs to fade…

8. reunion with my friends from college

9. lady gaga party with best pals from manulife

10. happy dinner with my family

 

sigh.

im getting older.

and wilder.

haha, kidding.

have a happy birthday, Young!

well, at least, my name won’t get old…
:)

ako’y guguhit muli

ako’y guguhit muli
sa pagdating mo.
ang mga kamay ko’y
muling madarama
and lapis na uling
at ang makukulay
na pinta.sa isang malinis na lona
doon ako magsisimula,
mangangarap mag-isa,
maghihintay sa ‘yo,
maghihintay na mapagmasdan muli
ang ‘yong mga mata,
hihintayin ang araw
na ang mundo ko’y magiging makulay.

bukas, mamaya, ewan ko,
basta,
dahil sa’yo
ako’y guguhit muli

 

 

 -young

 

 

subway

 

i don’t want to take the bus today
i’ll be late, i have to be on my way
there’s a far place i have to go
i think i have to run
but the subway has gone so fast.
i’m a little too late.

 

 

-young

 

 

 

 

 

on my way (my song)

 

i know, one day,
i’ll be brave again,
so i’ll keep chasing this way.

i’m sure, one day,
i’ll love much deeper than i used to back then
then i could say what i want to say

maybe, tomorrow but not today
perhaps, someday but not today

will you be waiting for that day?
well, i’ll be waiting for that day
so just stay…
please stay…
i’m on my way

 

-young

 

 

 

my fairytale

i’m a princess
and i’m wearing my prettiest dress
there comes a witch
gives me an apple, then i fall asleep

there you go ridin’ your horse
holdin’ your sword,
but the only thing could save me
is a true love’s kiss

so you bend your knees
and you kiss my lips
and when i open my eyes
i fall in love to a stranger holdin’ me

i know you’re the prince
i’ve long been waiting
the palace is ours tonight
we dance under the moonlight

suddenly, the clock ticks so loud
saying it’s twelve midnight
fear pierced my heart
i have to go, i have to run

along the way you found one of my glass slippers
then you look for me,
for it’s me you want to marry,
but i’m too grimy, too coy, too afraid

will you still adore me in my unpretty dress?
will you still hold me with my untidy hair?
will you still dance with me with my bare feet?
will you still kiss me albeit i’m not a real princess?

for i’m just a strange girl
who doesn’t have a name
who’s yearning and waiting
for a real love to come my way

-young

i hate love…

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”   
-Neil Gaiman, 1960

 

 

my secret…

if i’d try to tell you…

you’d know i like you

-young

 

Yesterday and You

it was just like yesterday

that i don’t even know that you are here in this world,

i don’t even know your name,

i don’t even know that face…

it was just yesterday

that i have seen you for the first time,

that i have heard your bragging voice from the back of the room,

but i don’t even mind your presence,

and yet it irritates me…

it was just yesterday

that we start a conversation

but i just treat you like a mere acquaintance,

and never really important…

it was just yesterday

that i don’t even know the things that you like,

i don’t even know your favorite color,

and the food that you eat and you don’t…

it was just yesterday

that i don’t even know the things that you do,

i don’t even know your craft,

i don’t even look in your eyes,

and i don’t even know what’s in your heart…

but yesterday,

you lead me into your life,

you let me know that you are there for me,

you let me call your name,

you let me to be closer to you and memorize that face,

you let me see you, the real you,

you let me hear your voice that is so sweet,

and you make me yearn for your presence,

and i even love it…

then we have sweet conversations,

and i treat you like the man i’m gonna be with forever,

and you become so much important in my life…

and the things that you like can’t get off of my head,

your favorite color’s the color of the leaves during spring

you don’t eat vegetables and a lot more

you are an altruist, an aspiring writer,

you love music, you love nature…the things that i also love

and you do want to be i, myself, would want to be

and looking in your eyes just melts me,

and i just can’t forget the way they express your emotions

and the way they look in my own eyes

and i am the one who’s inside your heart,

but it was only yesterday

-YOUNG

 

 

dear heartache,

we’d been together for a few years…but that was too long. did you love me so much that’s why you stayed that long? and i thought i’ll be with you forever, but i was wrong. i left you. but i know you’d find someone else. but now, im with you again. what do i possess that made you roam around this place to find me and to be with me once again?…i told you, i don’t wanna be with you anymore but you keep knockin’ at my door. weren’t you happy to see me fine beside him?…im sorry, but when i find someone new, i have to leave you again…and please, just find someone new and stop looking for me when that time comes. but i wanna thank you ’cause i’ve learned so much from you…thanks for everything, you really made me strong. we’ve been friends for too long but there’ll come a time that i really have to go. but for now, i’m just by your side, i hope that’ll be enough…and when he comes i hope you’ll let me go

 

by the lake of sorrow i sat down and wept

by the lake of sorrow i sat down and wept…with the plain canvas on the easel facing me…and the brushes and empty palette on my hands…unable to paint a portrait of the man i love…unable to paint a landscape of the life that i want.

by the lake of sorrow i sat down and wept…the leaves fell from the tree where i rest my back…i looked up to the sky and saw the birds flocked…my eyes followed them and they led me straight to where you are…only to let me know that you were walking, walking away from me.

by the lake of sorrow i sat down and wept…as i hummed mclean and played in my mind the night you played the guitar and sang birthday song for me…i tried to sing it as i gazed at the vast lake of sorrow where the bitter fish come and go…but i almost couldn’t even utter a word…for our love came to its death, and death now does mean a thing, as i sink, as i drown in sadness…’cause we no longer play our song and there’s no longer magic.

by the lake of sorrow i sat down and wept…as i put down the brushes and the palette on the grass…and since i couldn’t paint, and since i couldn’t sing, i searched for my pen and a piece of paper inside my bag of heartaches…then i wrote this last verse for you…

by the lake of sorrow i sat down and wept…

-young

EL0441!!!

well, let me describe each of you without telling your names…:)

1. if roses are red, then violets are her stuff. most of the times she has five hairpins on her hair..hehe. has a tendency to cry over simple things, like if someone hides her white paper..hehe..and don’t switch on the ceiling fan for she’ll get angry. loquacious most of the times. though childish sometimes, she’s always there ready to listen and help.she’s a real tearjerker..i love talking with her when i want to cry and release the pain. i admire her thoughtfulness so much.

2. Sometimes she’s there, sometimes she’s not. she’s a coy girl. they say she’s getting bigger and bigger…hehe…peace?! she loves you-chat!…i mean, watching videos at youtube while chatting on yahoo messenger, that’s why we call her c_b_a_i_n –the everdearest customer of gowee! haha… she has that small bag, and i wonder what else can she put there aside from her powder…?and c’mon, man! look at her bling-blings! hehe…davis always makes her mood so bad…c’mon chingching, show us your violent side…hehe

3. he (or she?) definitely loves Paris Hilton and Regine V. They say he’s tactless. He says what he what he wants to say about someone, whether good or BAD, it might hurt the feelings of others or not…well, for me that’s better than being good and polite all the time, then at the back of your mind you curse people. He speaks like a priest preaching on a sunday mass. he has shown his wild side during the production…and, yeah, it was really his moment.

4. the domestic diva! Culinary Arts is her passion. ysabella, is that you?! hehehe. she’s ms. madriaga’s daughter at feu—the voice, you know…hehe…she’s sweet albeit justine says she’s so mean. she’s like my li’l sis, not by height but by heart, yet sometimes she’s like a mom taking care of everyone.

5. The goddess of time management. At 8pm she’s already traveling in another world, while the others are in reality, just starting with their homeworks. She’s so dedicated to her studies. i call her in a guy’s name. She loves chocolates and lays. This simple girl has lots of weird and crazy ideas just for laughs. i advised her to go out sometimes so to avoid the bullets. hehe

6. i love the way she laughs..you’d think you’re in a mental hospital..hehe..once she starts laughing it’s hard to make her stop and it’s really contagious. is it true that those persons who laugh in front of many people most of the times are those who carry heavy baggages in their hearts? well, i guess both of us can say it’s true. but we can manage the pain though, we’re fighters,…aren’t we? she lives nearby school but she’s a registered member of the ‘latecomers association of EL0441′. i didn’t mean to make her cry when i sang when you’re gone, she’s just also a crybaby just like me. laugh trip and cry trip…that’s our world! d’yah have problems with that? well, if you have problems with pep, you know the person to call!

7. i wonder if sir miel is a prophet..(got this idea from glai) remember during discussions in our creative writing class? he would describe us instead of calling our names (like, he calls me “tiger claw”). and he used to describe this girl as one who has a child, and now it’s coming true. pretty soon we’ll see her carrying a cutie baby girl. she’s creative, she loves making gifts instead of just buying something ready to wrap.

8. if this friend of mine who always sits on the front row keeps looking at the back…well, definitely, she’s only looking for this guy. vinchi and madame violet’s crush. a rockista!

9. i find him weird…guess that’s all i can say!

10.  stop, guys! he’s not selling dvd’s, mosquito nets or umbrellas, so stop buying from him…hehehe…kidding! he looks like half-indian half…….oh, forget about the other half. he might wait for me outside and punch me on my face. no, im afraid! he’s such a big guy…hehe. mean girls love him so much..wahehe..he loves mean girls as well…well, i think so because he’s always around us, or perhaps he just likes one of us…hehe..im not referring to myself, ok?!

11. who will not admire her industriousness? call girl at night, a good student at daylight. but my eyebags are still bigger than hers though i have longer hours of sleep. i wonder if she has time for everything else…well, yeah, she does.

12. the baby of the classroom…well, when it comes to size..hehe..but don’t judge the person by his or her size, ok?! she rocks! she’s cool though she seems to be quiet most of the times. i think she’s not maarte and that’s one of the nicest thing i would love to find in anyone.

13. a gay who happens to be a girl..hehe..she looks mad most of the times because of the expression of her eyes, but that’s just normal. i mean, she’s not really mad. everyone receives gift from her every christmas…so social! hehe…don’t tell her anything that she did not ask about..or you’ll hear her horrible expression that would refrain you from talking.

14. curly or straight hair?…curly!!! :)…he, i mean, she doesn’t know the word “pressure”…she’s always relaxed. everything is under control! she and no. 13 would often ask each other “uy, anung chika?”…that’s what i always hear whenever they see each other. She speaks with sense and humor. well, can you beat the way she ramps in our production?

15. analytical and critical thinker. she’s a war freak…hehe. she’s just often misunderstood by other people, perhaps because of the way she talks. addicted to coke, allergic to sweets (coke is sweet though). she loves bee oh bee.

17. does this person sleep? i think 24/7 he’s in the campus or somewhere else attending conferences. but he also knows how to be bubbly. he’s addicted to extra curricular activities. a future leader of the nation..hehe

18. big girls don’t cry. i mean she’s literally and vertically big that’s why she’s also equivalent to two persons. she loves banana…hehe…if someone’s addicted to coke, she’s addicted to banana?weird, ryt? she’s a sweet person. childish sometimes.

19. the beauty queen of EL0441…(oops, im not referring to myself, ok? wahehe..as if!!!)…another misunderstood human being..(wawa naman..daming misunderstood sa classroom)…she looks like a snobbish person, but i think she’s not…she’s really nice and down-to-earth.

20. she’s so far away but her spirit lives in the classroom through me, lhen and abi. she’s my idol. i like the way she carries her problems and her being carefree. i love listening to her poem pultit, hehe…it really made me laugh. she says what she wants to say. she loves michael learns to rock.hehe

21. a voice-over. black briefcase. addicted to buko juice. before firts class starts, you’d see him drinking buko juice which he’d buy nearby the feu secret hall.  if the doctor tells him he has a uti, i won’t believe it..hehe. he’s competent, proof: he’d wear g-string just to make his report the most creative.

22. good morning!!! big boobs, fake eyelashes, red lipstick, thick foundation and blonde hair…God! he’d wake you up in the middle of the night by his text message, just greeting you the wrong greeting. he might not be that interested to studying, but he has sense.

23. she transforms into a guy when she eats..after eating her chicken meal, she’ll eat her spaghetti as if she’s just starting to eat (full of appetite!) it was worse before, she’d order extra cupS of rice during lunch break! she’s not afraid that doc B may attack anytime. and they say it’s so unfair bacause she never gets fat. she’s addicted to catsup, 1 or 2 catsups at mcdonalds will not be enough for her french fries. they say she’s quiet and serious. is that right? they say she’s beautiful and sexy..wahaha, kidding!…seriously, she doesn’t care so much about her looks, what’s more important for her is to have a kind heart, to be there for others as much as she can, and to do what she wants to do…(damn! am i getting biased?!..im so sorry..i just love this girl so much..hehe)

 

Sunset

whenever i see the flaming colors

up in the firmament,

then down to the horizon

it brings bliss to my sorrowful life

’cause whenever i gaze at it

i see you, i feel you,

the most special one

who’ll live eternally inside my heart

albeit, i don’t know yet

whether we have already met.

now, i feel it’s been too long

since i haven’t seen it

since i haven’t felt that strange

and yet unfathomable happiness

Lord, please let me witness it again

even just for a moment

just to make this dying heart feel better

upto its last minute…

-Young

My Love Story…

i was just fine,
silently daydreaming,
then someone came along
wearing a mask
borrowed from cupid

and you’d think
that the mask was real
sweet words, promises
he even wept ’cause of me

suddenly, i realized
that i was deeply falling…
and i thought
he was there
ready to catch me.

but…#@TOINK!**
i fell to the ground
rolled down the street
and "BLaG!BoOgOoG!"
i bumped to a huge stone.

before i stood up
i tried to tell him something
but it won’t make sense,
the stone had no ears.

my eyes opened
and i thought
it was just a sweet dream
turned into a nightmare

but i felt pain
deep inside my heart
and his face flashed
clearly on my mind…

now what will i do
with my love for him..
if he can’t feel it,
if he doesn’t see it?

must i continue dreaming
that he’ll be here tomorrow?
or must i let it fade
for it is wrong to love him?

maybe, i’ll just hold it
like sand on my hands..
it will quickly fall to the ground
and will be blown by the wind
until nothing remains

-Young