I’ve been beaten down, I’ve been kicked around,
But she takes it all for me.
And I lost my faith, in my darkest days,
But she makes me want to believe.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She’s all I need.

Well I had my ways, they were all in vain,
But she waited patiently.
It was all the same, all my pride and shame,
And she put me on my feet.

They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She is love, and she is all I need.

And when that world slows down, dear.
And when those stars burn out, here.
Oh she’ll be there, yes she’ll be there,
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She is love, and she is all I need,
She is love, and she is all I need,
She is love, and she is all I need.

about a week ago, i found out that the script and parachute was going to have a concert in chicago. of course, i looked everywhere searching for tickets, but sadly it was all sold out. so everyday, i’m checking various sites everyday for unsuccessful attempts, moping around in the corner whining, complaining that all the tickets are sold out. mind you, thta EVERYONE knew that i was looking and i had a team force (okay one person) to help me look for the tickets.

today, while working my oh so wonderful boss hands me a piece of paper and what do i see?!

A TICKET TO THE SCRIPT/PARACHUTE!!!

i cannot even begin to explain my reaction, let’s just leave it to a lot of yelling, jumping, hugging, freaking out combined.

another grateful day! i truly do count my blessing everyday. and i just realize how much people i have out there caring, loving, and thinking of me.

thank you rose!

the next time i fall in love
i want to be the one that touched a person through little things.

and then even if we break up
he will remember that one word
he will remember that one move
he will remember that one glance

with his eyes
ears
nose
brain
and heart

will be ripped into pieces just tortured by my memories

i want to be a person who he just won’t be able to forget

“The Last Time”

The first time I fell in love was long ago.
I didn’t know how to give my love at all.
The next time I settled for what felt so close.
But without romance, you’re never gonna fall.
After everything I’ve learned;
Now it’s finally my turn.
This is the last time I’ll fall… in love.
The first time we walked under that starry sky,
there was a moment when everything was clear.
I didn’t need to ask or even wonder why, because each question is answered when your near.
and I’m wise enough to know when a miracle unfolds, this is the last time i’ll fall in love.
Now don’t hold back, just let me know.
Could i be moving much too fast or way too slow.
‘Cause all of my life, I’ve waited for this day.
To find that once in a lifetime, this is it, I’ll never be the same.
You’ll never know what it’s taken me to say these words.
And now that I’ve said them, they could never be enough.
As far as I can see, there’s only you and only me.

This is the last time I’ll fall in love.
Last time i’ll fall in love.
The last time i’ll fall… in love.

i asked my heart
“if it was going to end and hurt this badly
why did you even start to love?”

my heart asked me
“if you weren’t prepared for pain,
why did you give your heart?”

love relationships, those are really selfish.
defining like, love, whatever
in the beginning both are blind by the “love”
so tries anything to find something in common

even if they are born on the same month it seems like fate
and even though half of the people that they know like the same food
if that person likes it, it seems like destiny
even if they like the same singer
it seems like this is it, we are meant to be
laughing, smiling calling it “love“

but

as time passes,
one year
two year
if they are on the spot as long term relationship couple
the times that they were trying to find little things
to have common with, have vanished, disappeared

even if the genre of the movie that they want to watch is different
it seems like they have nothing in comon
become immune to anniverseries
not seeing each other for one or two days is nothing
and if those days continue

ah

they changed, it’s changed
a wall forms between two people
that once had many things in “common”
were once madly in “love“

finally

we are not meant to be
it was never meant to be
i tried so hard to find things in common
i don’t remember why i liked you
if it really does go to the end
you become suspicious if it was really “like”…”love“…

and they break up
whether it was easy or hard
their next relationship is the same
it seems like this person is perfect for me
this person seems different than any other person i met before
it feels…different
i really think it’s going to work

but…
it’s the same love story.

Liking somebody, hiding your feelings
standing in between emotions
holding back the words that i desperately want to come out
saying words that will only bring regret later

through all this i suddenly get selfish thoughts of wanting to be loved
i don’t know how to love, but want to be loved

as days pass, and though i am getting older
what should i do with the part of me that still wants to be young?

yes i am 21, and still sharing a room with my little sister, which can be hell.

well i found out we are moving soon, which means…

wait for it…

MY OWN ROOM!!!

so, as i get to decorate it my own way i want it to be “me” as possible, if that makes any sense.

it has been a habit for awhile to save pictures of rooms that i liked; so here is some few example, scratch that…

ALOT. every room has it’s own flavor which i just adore!

it’s just a few from my collection, otherwise i would be here alllll night.

i just love the white furnitures and the rug!

the uneven frames on the wall! and the whole bedroom has a very cozy feeling…

if i had a really really big room, then this would be my choice, i absolutely ADORE the couch.

this is one of my favorite rooms!

i love how the black and the pink compliments each other

and does anyone notice the white storage shelves on the right?

does anyone know where i can get them?!?!?!

i would love to be surrounded by books, of course reading is a whole other story.

this is a space saver!

i lover her workspace, and the touch of the pink chair!

very abstract but comfortable

PINK!

i love her mirrors!

very clean

again, i love this person’s workspace!

working here would totally bring out the creative thinking.

her little chair is what made me look, her nightstand is what made me save..

okay i’m sure you get it by now i heart pink?

‘A man who can’t be moved’ by The Script

the lyrics are absolutely awwing.

i guess if i was in the position of the girl that he was waiting for, i would be “STALKER!!” but since i am looking into this song as a third person, all i could do is ooh and aahh and aaww.

“The Man Who Can’t Be Moved”

Going Back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, “If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?”

Some try to hand me money, they don’t understand
I’m not broke I’m just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do
How can I move on when I’m still in love with you

’cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving

Policeman says, “Son you can’t stay here”
I said, “There’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year”
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

’cause If one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving,
I’m not moving, I’m not moving

People talk about the guy that’s waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

Maybe I’ll get famous as the man who can’t be moved
Maybe you wont mean to but you’ll see me on the news
And you’ll come running to the corner
’cause you’ll know it’s just for you
I’m the man who can’t be moved

[Chorus 2x]

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move

“one day, after school i went into my mom’s room
she was laying down, as if she was dead.
i was looking at her from afar. at first.
but ten minutes passes, then twenty minutes passed
and she was just laying there. without moving an inch.
as if she was really dead.”

“then?”

“i went closer to her. i went right up to her.
it looked like she was not even breathing.
so then i thought, is my mom really dead?
i was about to cry, and then my mom opened her eyes
then she went out of her room, and made lunch for me.
she held the spoon out for me, and did not talk about what just happened.”

“why didn’t you ask?”

“i felt like i shouldn’t.”

“hmmm.”

“then next week at the same day,
the following week at the same day.
it was always like that.
like she was really dead she just laid there,
getting my attention. then was it the fourth time or the fifth time.
instead of rice, we ate noodles. it was my birthday.
she told me i would live a long time, and held chopsticks
in front of me instead of a spoon. i was about to eat my noodles,
and my mom asked me, if i wasn’t curious, why she was laying there
week after week. i wasn’t really curious then since i didn’t want to fight her, so i just said yeah. so then my mom said, she was practicing being dead. so if one day, without notice, without reason, she can die like that, so was building me up.

“so what did you say.”

“oh, i see.”

“…that’s it?”

“she said it liek wasn’t a big deal. so one day, when it was the start of summer break. that day mom was practicing. useless practicing. so i didn’t want to bother her, so outside her door i told her i didn’t need lunch today, and went into my room. i was there for a couple of hours, and my mom was still practicing. so i went out and came back, and my mom was still practicing. so the next day when i woke up i went into her room, and i saw her. this time she wasn’t practicing.”

susan was still walking with a man. she was talking slow and and if the story was boring her she let her head fall. as if she was talking about someone else.

“i guess it did work, i wasn’t really sad. i became strong. already.”

“yeah.”

“so let’s break up.”

there wasn’t a break in atmosphere, it was continuing.
the man looked up at her and smiled.
or was he crying?

“are you trying to make me strong too? practicing?”

“yeah, so be ready.
so one day when we really break up, you won’t feel sad.”

glasses?

suspender pants?

two huge front teeth?

front row tickets to a star trek convention?

well that may be true… har har har

well would you ever date one?

sure geeks are “in” nowadays, but would you ever choose one over let’s say brad pitt?

well…don’t underestimate them

excerpt of the beauty and the geek show

the geeks makeover, or shoudl i rather say transformations?

who would have thought??

so geeks, don’t feel sad that you can’t get the girl you want, you have nobody to take you with to prom, or some bully has made fun with you, cause if that could happen to them, who knows what’s in store for you!