takes two to tango

Sunday, August 22, 2004

K2

What Do We Mean To Each Other
Sergio Mendez

I'd rather know if you have turned the page. If you go faster than I do. Suddenly, it's not so clear. Just what I am to you? Am I friend, am I lover? Do we still need each other? When you touch me, when you touch me... Baby, I can't tell... What do we mean to each other? Am I friend, am I lover? Is is over now? If this is it, then why bother?

Tell me where do we take it from here? What do we mean to each other? Am I friend, am I lover? Is it over now? Do you love me still? Or do you just mean well?

I can see clearly how I'm hurting you. Ev'ry breath steals you away. Are we going in sep'rate roads? Has pride got in the way? Am I friend, am I lover? Do we still need each other? When you hold me, when you hold me... Baby, I can't tell... What do we mean to each other? Am I friend, am I lover? Is is over now? If this is it, then why bother? Tell me where do we take it from here? What do we mean to each other? Am I friend, am I lover? Is it over now? Do you love me still? Or do you just mean well...

Time became the poison working slowly on my heart. Throwing all our memories. Is it tearin' us apart? When you touch me, when you touch me... Baby, I can't tell... What do we mean to each other? Am I friend, am I lover? Is is over now? If this is it, then why bother? Tell me where do we take it from here? What do we mean to each other? Am I friend, am I lover? Is it over now? Do you love me still? Or do you just mean well? What do we mean to each other? Am I friend, am I lover? Is it over now? Do you love me still? Or do you just mean well?

Ooh...

Do you love me still?
Or do you just mean well?
posted by glady at 8/22/2004 02:32:00 PM 0 comments

it's a new sort of forever

It's a curse to have a journal at home and to have a blog online specially when you're only on prepaid internet.
(pldt DSL gods, where art thou?! you're cramping my style!!!)

Ok, so why is this a new sort of forever?

Well, first off, I just heard the acoustic rendition of my poem-turned-song done by a friend of mine who's in LA. Very Dashboard Confessional-ish. He's sending me a copy of the album by the end of this year with my song in it. hehehe. Royalties here I come. Ha! Suuuuure royalties my arse. I must be insane...

I've paid my dues, time after time. I've done my sentence, but committed no crime. And bad mistakes, I've made a few. I've had my share of sand kicked in my face, but I've come through.

I have just gone through a week of staying at home and tutoring my nephew. Actually that was two weeks, but hey, I'm not really in the same time frame as the rest of the world anyhow. So another reason for a new sort of forever, is the option that my mom's been heavily hinting at: that I stay in the States for like 6 months, get a job there, then probably go back here while I wait for the company to work on my working VISA.

For someone who doesn't really think about the future in a clear way, this has further befuddled my brains. In fact, I'm so blitzed out now that I can only think of checking out the new stuff on tianggeonline.

I think I can. I think I can.
posted by glady at 8/22/2004 01:43:00 PM 0 comments