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lavender fields Tambak ang labada ko... |
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vendredi, décembre 16, 2005 Shaken not Stirred Lumiliwanag,dumidilim,nadadapa, nauuntog Pag dinalaw ng antok, kahit saan natutulog Bukas may hang-over ka paggising masakit ang ulo Paano ba ko nakauwi shet kailangan ko ng yelo Alkohol, alkohol, utak mo'y buhol-buhol Alkohol, alkohol, utak mo'y buhol-buhol Alkohol, alkohol, utak mo'y buhol-buhol Alkohol, alkohol, utak mo'y buhol-buhol Alkohol, alkohol, alkohol! [insert really long story here, kaya tanungin nyo nalang ako minsan. Elvis is not dead, nagmumulto pa sya.] If not for the keys, i could have dreamt friday fright night all up. i knew i got out of the car, intact thank god, after 30 minutes of varying degrees of shock, panic and disbelief. knew that i landed on solid ground, if not for the dreams. i could have gotten thousand mileage points, from all that driving around. except, no one was there. to see. to wake me up. to make me sleep. the driver? clueless it seems (so he says). and the dreams? I’m in a car that is driven fast. And the unseen driver suddenly hits on the breaks. In that split second just before the car completely stops (and crashes), I wake up… prepared to hit the windshield. Four nightmares in one sleepless night. and that's only when i'm sleeping. I'm taking a long walk. a hike, even. pero: Plis plis lang turuan niyo akong mag-drive Gusto kong matutong mag-drive (kahit na wala akong kotse) Gusto kong matutong mag-drive (kahit walang lisensya)... magdrive....drive drive magdrive...magdrive drive # gtz | 2:25 AM | |
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