Friday, April 28, 2006
Happy Birthday, Kid!

April 28, 2006
Happy Birthday, Kid!

Today's just like any other day. Nothing "Whoa"-provoking happened today. Sabi ko nga, Like an ordinary day.

The thing is, I've increased my digits. That's just it. I've turned Sweet Sixteen. And, it doesn't suit me. I see no "sweetness" in it. I see no "sweet" associated with me. Or, that is what I think... Hehe. Patama ba ito?! Well, Past is Past. Haha. Ssshh.

Being old's not fun at all. So sad. I liked being a kid. I abso-fucking-lutely loved it. Hehe. In my mind and heart, I know, I am still one. Hehe. Wow. Lakas!

Yeah, yeah, say what you want. I don't care. Hehe. Kids don't care. Hehe.

Panay "hehe". This is too childish. Anyway, why the kid craze?, you may ask. I am currently searching the net for pop songs "covered" by punk bands. These songs really sound silly. Download all of them who covered Britney Spears's Hit Me Baby One More Time. Listen to them. They are funny, really! Hehe. Try it. Try also some Blink182 stuff. I kind-of heart them now. Hehe.

panay "hehe" na naman.

Serious... As I was rummaging through the contents of Ye Olde Limewire Box, I found this acoustic version of Taking Back Sunday's Cute Without the E. It sounds so sad. Depressing, really.. Lyrics:

Taking Back Sunday
Cute Without the E

Your lipstick, his collar.. don't bother Angel
I know exactly what goes on

When everything you'll get
is everything that you've wanted, princess
(well which would you prefer)
My finger on the trigger, or
(me face down, down across your floor)
Me face down, down across your floor
(me face down, down across your floor)
Well just so long as this thing's loaded

And will you tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinking,
this all was only wishful thinking
And will you tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinking,
this all was only wishful thinking
let's go...

Don't bother trying to explain Angel
I know exactly what goes on when you're on and
How about I'm outside of your window
(how about I'm outside of your window)
Watching him keep the details covered
You're such a sucker
(you're such a sucker) for a sweet talker, yeah

And will you tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinking,
this all was only wishful thinking
(the only thing that I regret is that I, I never let you hold me back)
And will you tell all your friends
you've got your gun to my head
This all was only wishful thinking,
this all was only wishful thinking

Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me
I know you well enough to know you'll never love me
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me
I know you well enough to know you'll never love me
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me
I know you well enough to know...

Why can't I feel anything from anyone other than you?
Why can't I feel anything from anyone other than you?

And all of this was all your fault
And all of this

(Nothing's worse)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this, for this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind as something larger than life
(she'll destroy us all before she's through
and find a way to blame somebody else)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this, for this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind as something larger than life
(she'll destroy us all before she's through
and find a way to blame somebody else)
I stay wrecked and jealous for this, for this simple reason
I just need to keep you in mind as something larger than life!

Reminds me of Bianca. I miss her. I like the song. I can relate to it. You should try it. Find the acoustic version. It's good. It makes me want to cry.

=)

april28 sensed inspiration at 11:47 PM.
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i love. i have loved. i will love.

---

M e

"I'm the kind of k i d
that can't let anything go
but you wouldn't know a g o o d thing
if it came up and slit your throat"

April Czareen Cruz
' ' apreeeL ' '
28th of April
student/poet/kid
PNU-CTL. Manila Science High School. UP-Manila
music freak
cyber junkie
jawbreaker(figure this one out!)
weird but really nice!

L o v e s
Kids. Music. Web Stuff. Jadis. My Friends. Photoshop. Gemma Ward!!! French Fries. The Sound of Music. Sandwich. I Capture the Castle. Cassandra Mortmain.

W i s h l i s t
I want...
a star of my own. a car. an electric guitar. a camera. to meet Sandwich. to go to Japan. my dreams to come true. world peace. high school back.

T a g

speak up, kid!

"Your r e m o r s e hasn't fallen on deaf ears rather ones that just don't care"

L i n k s

" we are salt - you are the wound"
Aaron
Abram
Angelin
April
Beverly
Biankee
Cez
Chynes
Claire
Dane
Danish
Diane
Edgar
Fatima
Fiona
Gem
Grace
Jaiskizzy
Jigs
Jochie
Jazzy
Justine L.
j-On-Na-ZeL
Jomar
Kath
Kim
Lanie
Megane-kun
Mikmik
Mnel
Nadine
Ninia
Sarah
Yasu

A r c h i v e s

"for the corpses of all my past mistakes"
April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007

C r e d i t s

My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon
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