i went to the parlor..
its red. hehe.. is it cute?
i have nothing to say.. im so tired. my day is fine.. its raining now.. its cold. see soon!
How can I make it through the day
Without you
You have been so much a part of me
(and if you’ll go)
I’ll never know what to do
How can I carry on my way
The memories
When all that is left is the pain of my history
Why should I live my life today
I cannot live out on my own
And just forget the love you’ve always shown
And accept the fate of my condition
Please don’t ever go
For I cannot live my life alone
Say you’ll never go
Say you’ll never go out my way
Say you’ll never go
For we can still go on
And make it through
Just say you’ll never go
Say you’ll never go away
How can I make my dreams come true
Without you
You were the one who gave love to me
(And don’t you know)
You are my fantasy
I cannot live out on my own
(I can’t do anything at all)
And just forget the love you’ve always shown
And accept the fate of my condition
Please don’t ever go
For I cannot live my life alone
CHORUS:
Say you’ll never go
Say you’ll never go out my way
Say you’ll never go
For we can still go on
And make it through
Just say you’ll never go
Say you’ll never go away
Say you’ll never go
Say you’ll never go out my way
Say you’ll never go
For we can still go on
And make it through
Just say you’ll never go
Say you’ll never go away


its 1408... starring john cusack, i saw him first in serendepity.. a love story.. and now, a horror film. its a story about a man who specializes in debunking paranormal occurrences checks into the fabled room 1408 in the Dolphin Hotel. Soon after settling in, he confronts genuine terror. we didnt saw the first part, we're late. that is why, i keep on asking kim if why such things happening.. hehe, anyway.. the story was great. its not horror for me, its a suspense film. after watching the movie.. we eat our lunch.. , the gravy spilled out!! xet. its so disgusting.. its our date actually. hehe. he gave me lots of tissue. i just laugh at him.. thats the only thing that i can do. ehhe.Rain is falling through the roof.
And all that prospered under the sun,
the books that opened in the morning
and closed at night, and all day
turned their pages to the light;
the sketches of boats and strong forearms
and clever faces, and of fields
and barns, and of a bowl of eggs,
and lying across the piano
the silver stick of a flute; everything
invented and imagined,
everything whispered and sung,
all silenced by cold rain.
The sky is the color of gravestones.
The rain tastes like salt, and rises
in the streets like a ruinous tide.
We spoke of millions, of billions of years.
We talked and talked.
Then a drop of rain fell
into the sound hole of the guitar, another
onto the unmade bed. And after us,
the rain will cease or it will go on falling,
even upon itself.
i really love this poem. i dont know why. hhehehe. its by connie wanek. i just red it from poem websites. actually, i have a self-made poem. i just dont know where did i put it. because my laptop was reformat. hehe. if i found it, ill post it.
see yah