Dec. 5, 2004

rub it in, won'tcha

isearch ko raw sa net ang lyrics, at ako naman si tanga...

as usual, baklaan na naman ito. it's funny how a single song could say just about everything there is.

i love you more
the softies

there's no competing with him
I can't keep you warm like that
I can't love you the way he does
I can only love you more

there's no convincing me
that you'll still talk to me like you did
I can't bear to see you like this
it makes me love you more

and more than anything ever
you're beautiful and always so clever
you're everything good, I hope that I might be
I hope he sees even half of what I see

there's nothing keeping you with me
you can go away with him
there's no sense in rubbing it in
it makes me love you more

I can't compete with that boy
I can't make you feel like that
I can't love you the way he does
I can only love you more

and more each time you ignore me
this jealousy is starting to bore me
you can have him and I'll have my own
or maybe I'd just rather end up alone

* * *

hm, this doesn't go for *now* actually... say, about a year ago. circa breakup one. that sort.

actually, the song's good. minsan pinakinggan namin sa bahay. nakakaiyak true, pero iiyak ba ako sa harap niya? siyempre hindi, sementong matibay to dude.

punyeta.

kanina, i was having one of those PMS swings... i was in bed, tas naiyak ako andeverything, ang weird. eh kami dito, we're all in a single room - tatay ko, si auntie, si wy, si krista (na 3am na binitawan tong punyetang PC). magkakahiwalay lang ng bed. and our house is one with three rooms and 2 bathrooms, alam niyo yun? pero since bihira kami magkakasama eh... ayun. pag nagkakasama sa iisang kwarto natutulog.

and so, back to my PMS swing - ayun nga, nag-P-PMS swing ako. so naiyak ako ano, tas sinisipon to the max. naka-on ang aircon kaya madaling magpanggap na sa lamig due yung sipon. tapos narinig kong tumayo ang tatay ko at kinalabit ako sa paa.

dad: o. uminom ka dito ng para sa sipon.

hay. subtext a: i'm your highly hormonal nineteen-year-old daughter, for crying out loud. subtext b: bakit ba kasi di pwedeng tumulo na lang ang luha at wag nang sipunin. leche.

so tumayo ako at uminom ng gamot na hindi ko naman kailangan. hay. tapos natawa ako sa sarili ko. natulog si krista, at nandito na ako nagboblog ngayon. o di ba, may mga bagay na pwedeng isiping nakakatawa kahit na hindi.

hay. i need to start pestering somebody else who's not you. ano ba to. ngayon ko lang narealize. hindi ko naman kasi akalain na darating ang mga gabing (umagang) ganito - kailangan ko ng kausap, at wala kang panahon.