oist. salamat kaayo sa paghinumdum. sa tanan nga nag-ampo for me, nag-uban dyud sa akoa, nagtext, nagtawag, nagcomment, nakahinumdum…

touch kaayo ko bai.

pa-eeeeeeet kaayo ko ron ba. pirting paita. pero kaya ni oi, kay naa mo diha. yaw mo’g kabalaka, i won’t let you down guyz. mu-survive ra ko aning akong gikabut-ngan ron. salamat kaayo…d na ta mo ma-isa-isa ba sa kadaghan ninyo…pero kabalo namo kinsa mo.hehe. tamad dyud.

valentinez na valentinez pahilakon ko ninyo. shyet mo. love kaayo tamo tanan. hehe. yaw na ng shotting beh ug fudtrip, kay d ko gusto manaba. hehe! lipay nako nga gina-agda, gina-ubanan ko ninyo sa akong kaguol.

nah. kahilakon nako.

d kaayo ko expressive aning mga butanga ni ba kay kornihan kaayo ko. diri nalang ko magpasalamat. wabshuuuuu all…

my tropa, my girlfriendz, my former students, present pud, akong mga igsuon nga cge’g yawyaw hehe, *huuuuuuuuuuuuugz*

pahiran sa nako akong sip-on. bow.

So you’re sorry,
that face of an angel
comes out just when you need it to
and that face back and forth all this time
because I honestly believed in you
holding on
and days track on
stupid girl,
I should have known, I should have known
that I am not a princess, this ain’t a fairy tale
i’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet
lead her up the stair well
this ain’t hollywood, this is a small town
i was a dreamer before you
went and let me down
now it’s too late for you and your white horse to come around

Baby I was naive,
and lost in your eyes
and never really had a chance
I had so many dreams
about you and me
happy endings
now I know
I am not a princes, this ain’t a fairy tale
i’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet
lead her up the stair well
this ain’t hollywood, this is a small town
i was a dreamer before you
and you let me down
now it’s too late for you and your white horse to come around

and there you are on your knees
begging for forgiveness
begging for me just like i always wanted
but i’m so sorry

cause i’m not your princess this ain’t a fairytale
i’m gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well
this is a big world and that was a small town
there in my rear view mirror disappearing now
and it’s too late for you and your white horse
now, it’s too late for you and your white horse
catch me now
try and catch me now
it’s too late to catch me now

We were crushed and completely overwhelmed, and we thought we would never live through it…

In fact, we expected to die. But as a result, we learned not to rely on ourselves, but on God…

–he wrote on his letter to the Corinthians

Pyramus and Thisbe.

As told by Thomas Bulfinch

Pyrramus was the handsomest youth, and Thisbe the fairest maiden, in all Babylonia, where Semiramis reigned. Their parents occupied adjoining houses; and neighbourhood brought the young people together, and acquaintance ripened into love. They would gladly have married, but their parents forbade. One thing, however, they could not forbid- that love should glow with equal ardour in the bosoms of both. They conversed by signs and glances, and the fire burned more intensely for being covered up. In the wall that parted the two houses there was a crack, caused by some fault in the structure. No one had remarked it before, but the lovers discovered it. What will not love discover! It afforded a passage to the voice; and tender messages used to pass backward and forward through the gap. As they stood, Pyramus on this side, Thisbe on that, their breaths would mingle. “Cruel wall,” they said, “why do you keep two lovers apart? But we will not be ungrateful. We owe you, we confess, the privilege of transmitting loving words to willing, ears.” Such words they uttered on different sides of the wall; and when night came and they must say farewell, they pressed their lips upon the wall, she on her side, he on his, as they could come no nearer.

Next morning, when Aurora had put out the stars, and the sun had melted the frost from the grass, they met at the accustomed spot. Then, after lamenting their hard fate, they agreed that next night, when all was still, they would slip away from the watchful eyes, leave their dwellings and walk out into the fields; and to insure a meeting, repair to a well-known edifice standing without the city’s bounds, called the Tomb of Ninus, and that the one who came first should await the other at the foot of a certain tree. It was a white mulberry tree, and stood near a cool spring. All was agreed on, and they waited impatiently for the sun to go down beneath the waters and night to rise up from them. Then cautiously Thisbe stole forth, unobserved by the family, her head covered with a veil, made her way to the monument and sat down under the tree. As she sat alone in the dim light of the evening she descried a lioness, her jaws reeking with recent slaughter, approaching the fountain to slake her thirst. Thisbe fled at the sight, and sought refuge in the hollow of a rock. As she fled she dropped her veil. The lioness after drinking at the spring turned to retreat to the woods, and seeing the veil on the ground, tossed and rent it with her bloody mouth.

Pyramus, having been delayed, now approached the place of meeting. He saw in the sand the footsteps of the lion, and the colour fled from his cheeks at the sight. Presently he found the veil all rent and bloody. “O hapless girl,” said he, “I have been the cause of thy death! Thou, more worthy of life than I, hast fallen the first victim. I will follow. I am the guilty cause, in tempting thee forth to a place of such peril, and not being myself on the spot to guard thee. Come forth, ye lions, from the rocks, and tear this guilty body with your teeth.” He took up the veil, carried it with him to the appointed tree, and covered it with kisses and with tears. “My blood also shall stain your texture,” said he, and drawing his sword plunged it into his heart. The blood spurted from the wound, and tinged the white mulberries of the tree all red; and sinking into the earth reached the roots, so that the red colour mounted through the trunk to the fruit.

By this time Thisbe, still trembling with fear, yet wishing not to disappoint her lover, stepped cautiously forth, looking anxiously for the youth, eager to tell him the danger she had escaped. When she came to the spot and saw the changed colour of the mulberries she doubted whether it was the same place. While she hesitated she saw the form of one struggling in the agonies of death. She started back, a shudder ran through her frame as a ripple on the face of the still water when a sudden breeze sweeps over it. But as soon as she recognized her lover, she screamed and beat her breast, embracing the lifeless body, pouring tears into its wounds, and imprinting kisses on the cold lips. “O Pyramus,” she cried, “what has done this? Answer me, Pyramus; it is your own Thisbe that speaks. Hear me, dearest, and lift that drooping head!” At the name of Thisbe Pyramus opened his eyes, then closed them again. She saw her veil stained blood and the scabbard empty of its sword. “Thy own hand has slain thee, and for my sake,” she said. “I too can be brave for once, and my love is as strong as thine. I will follow thee in death, for I have been the cause; and death which alone could part us shall not prevent my joining thee. And ye, unhappy parents of us both, deny us not our united request. As love and death have joined us, let one tomb contain us. And thou, tree, retain the marks of slaughter. Let thy berries still serve for memorials of our blood.” So saying she plunged the sword into her breast. Her parents ratified her wish, the gods also ratified it. The two bodies were buried in one sepulchre, and the tree ever after brought forth purple berries, as it does to this day.

Moore, in the “Sylph’s Ball,” speaking of Davy’s Safety Lamp, is reminded of the wall that separated Thisbe and her lover:
“O for that Lamp’s metallic gauze,
That curtain of protecting wire,
Which Davy delicately draws
Around illicit, dangerous fire!
The wall he sets ‘twixt Flame and Air,
(Like that which barred young Thisbe’s bliss,)
Through whose small holes this dangerous pair
May see each other, but not kiss.”

In Mickle’s translation of the “Lusiad” occurs the following allusion to the story of Pyramus and Thisbe, and the metamorphosis of the mulberries. The poet is describing the Island of Love:
“…here each gift of Pomona’s hand bestows
In cultured garden, free uncultured flows,
The flavour sweeter and the hue more fair
Than e’er was fostered by the hand of care.
The cherry here in shining crimson glows,
And stained with lovers’ blood, in pendent rows,
The mulberries o’erload the bending boughs.”

I would take the stars out of the sky for you
Stop the rain from falling if you asked me to.
I’d do anything for you
your wish is my command

I could move a mountain when your hand is in my hand.
Words cannot express how much you mean to me.
There must be some other way to make you see.
If it takes my heart and soul
you know I’d pay the price.
Everything that I possess I’d gladly sacrifice.

Oh you to me are everything
The sweetest song that I could sing
Oh baby
Oh baby
To you I guess I’m just a clown
Who picks you up each time you’re down
Oh baby
Oh baby
You give me just a taste of love
To build my hopes upon.
You know you’ve got the power girl
To keep me holding on.
So now you’ve got the best of me
Come on and take the rest of me
Oh baby

Though you’re close to me
we seem so far apart.
Maybe given time you’ll have a change of heart.
If it takes forever
girl then I’m prepared to wait.
The day you give your love to me won’t be a day too late

Oh you to me are everything.
The sweetest song that I could sing.
Oh baby
Oh baby
To you I guess I’m just a clown
Who picks you up each time you’re down
Oh baby
Oh baby
You give me just a taste of love
To build my hopes upon.
You know you’ve got the power girl
To keep me holding on.
So now you’ve got the best of me
Come on and take the rest of me
Oh baby

Oh you to me are everything.
the sweetest song that I could sing.
(Your the sweetest song that I could sing.)
Oh baby (oh baby)
Oh baby (yes I need you baby)
You to me are everything.
The sweetest song that I could sing.
Oh baby (you are everything to me)
Oh baby (cant you see)
You to me are everything.
The sweetest song that I could sing.
(Your the sweetest song that I could sing.)
Oh baby
Oh baby (you’re everything)
You to me are everything.
The sweetest song that I could sing.
Oh baby
Oh baby (your the sweetest song)
You to me are everything.
The sweetest song that I could sing.

waits for their destiny…

their lights shine when they find it…

their lights die when love fails to arrive…

will my light shine or will it die out?

gm mac’s song for me…hehehe!

All your life youve waited for love to come and stay
And now that I have found you, you must not slip away
I know its hard believin the words youve heard before
But darlin you must trust them just once more… cause baby
Goodbye doesnt mean forever
Let me tell you goodbye doesnt mean
Well never be together again
If you wake up and Im not there, I wont be long away
cause the things you do my goodbye girl
Will bring me back toyou.

I know youve been taken, afraid to hurt again
You fight the love you feel for me instead of givin in
But I can wait forever, a-helpin you to see
That I was meant for you and you for me
…so remember

Goodbye doesnt mean forever
Let me tell you goodbye doesnt mean
Well never be together again
Though we may be so far apart you still will have my heart
So forget your past my goodbye girl
cause now youre home at last.