This is a song for the brokenhearted

Pain throws your heart to the ground,
Love turns the whole thing around...
No, it won't all go the way it should,
But I know the heart of life is good.

A beautiful song that I can't embed here from YouTube, so I embedded the instrumental by a certain Christopher Ramos.  Just as beautiful, except without John Mayer's beautiful voice.  But the melody is magic enough, and the words are magic enough, just as his voice is magic enough, to each stand alone.


♥

Who am I?

Who am I?
It's our choices that make us who we are.
What is equality?
I believe in equal chances and unequal circumstances.
How big is the universe?
As big as we make it.  Centered on you.
What is a soul?
The absence of light is darkness.

from members.fortunecity.com

He's got wheels

The Luckiest Guy on the Lower East Side

Magnetic Fields

Andy would bicycle across town 

In the rain to bring you candy 

And John would buy the gown 

For you to wear to the prom 

With Tom the astronomer 

Who'd name a star for you

But I'm the luckiest guy on the Lower East Side 

Because I've got wheels and you want to go for a ride

Harry is the one I think you'll marry 

But it's Chris that you kissed after school 

I'm a fool, there's no doubt 

But when the sun comes out 

And only when the sun comes out . . . 

The day is beautiful and so are you 

My car is ugly but then I'm ugly too 

I know you'd never give me a second glance 

But when the weather's nice 

All the other guys don't stand a chance 

I know Professor Blumen makes you feel like a woman 

But when the wind is in your hair 

You laugh like a little girl 

So you share secrets with Lou 

But we've got secrets too 

Well, one: I only keep this heap for you 

Because I'm the ugliest guy on the Lower East Side 

But I've got wheels and you want to go for a ride

Want to go for a ride? 

Love Reblog

kissssing: "'The first symptom of love in a young man is shyness; the first symptom in a woman, it's boldness.' -- Victor Hugo"

By Dr. Zeuss

From woodstown.org

Today I saw a pretty guy

Was sort of cute--but that's a lie:

He's REALLY cute

And that's the truth.

Today I saw a pretty guy.

No traces in the sea...

Photo by Anton Santiago.  Holy Week 2009 :D:D teehee.

I still thank the Santiagos a million for adopting my best friend and me

on that superfun two-night stay in Anilao. :) Bonfires, shooting stars, bbq-d fish,

the full moon, music, rocky beach walks, the "expedition" to the

great big rock, jumping into the water and all the exotic fishies...

Out of Town April 13, 2009

Saltwater on rocks

The sun in the sky

Stars fall, and all

Thoughts pass by

We don’t leave our footprints

We’ve no traces in the sea

But the waves that stroke the seashore leave

Their fingerprints on me

Tribute to one of my favorite places on earth

Photo from http://www.hotelsphilippines.org

Intramuros March 26, 2009

Pretty moss-grown archways from four centuries ago

Blooms blow across the entrance to where time is always slow

And atop the old stone walls stand the trees who watch us pass:

Those who linger and who walk away on the pavement and the grass

Every breeze and every sunbeam, every yellowed leaf that falls

And every drop of blood shed’s in the memories of the walls

All the scenes of forty decades in every stone there is a trace

And once I walk past these walls, they will not forget my face

One sunset, all was lonely and the stones were all ears

Just as silent and alive as they had been all the long years

The day was dying once again, and on a stone ledge by a tree

A patch of sunlight shone, breathing in the nearby sea

And in the secret twilight, the stars stare down quietly