* sam
* urban nomadic
* photos. bands. coffee. arts. designs. Latin. beach. jazz. vintage. music. sunflowers. fashion.

wish list

new iPod
new laptop
Have my own place
iPod Dock or Edifier
Have my hair dyed blue
Suzuki Swift
travel to Japan
go to Bora
more bags and shoes! :)
save and earn money
Have a merry Christmas this year

sand

andy best drummer
kaye anti-social
kei hang time
motie spongebob
nic mrs. johnny depp
tapel light my fire
ye X piracy X

mine kinky
panget si vincent

sea food

bamboo cambio chicosci itchyworms kjwan nARDA parokya ni edgar sandwich urban dub

bob marley no doubt the darkness

magic899 NU rock1075

puka shells

google yahoo friendster myspace photobucket hi5 blogger pinoy chords happy tree friends ultimate guitar

henna tattoo

jordi labanda carolina herrera stella mccartney dolce and gabbana kate spade marc jacobs betsey johnson

nostalgia

November 2008

October 2008

September 2008

August 2008

: wants to come
Hit Counter by-standers

Saturday, May 7, 2005
sunday morning

Sappy pathetic little me
That was the girl I used to be
You had me on my knees

I'd trade you places any day
I'd never thought you could be that way
But you looked like me on Sunday

You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well... so well

You're trying my shoes on for a change
They look so good but fit so strange
Out of fashion, so I can complain

CHORUS

I know who I am, but who are you?
You're not looking like you used to
You're on the other side of the mirror
So nothing's looking quite as clear
Thank you for turning on the lights
Thank you, now you're the parasite
I didn't think you had it in you
And now you're looking like I used to!

You came in with the breeze
On Sunday morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
And you want me badly
You cannot have me
I thought I knew you
But I've got a new view
I thought I knew you well... oh well

- no doubt -

Hmm... Exactly how I feel right now. After that last (last? Yeah, I think so) talk, I felt like a crumb, being crushed unnoticeably in the dining table. But I've had enough.

aloha
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