i played the good daughter yeterday. i had a date with my mom and dad. arriving at the mall, we went for a snack at mcdonalds. everything was on me, i told them. my dad was just his usual self while my mom was smiling sheepishly. i wish i knew what they were thinking.

we headed straight to the movie house, not knowing what to watch. i was teasing my dad telling him we'll be watching "All my Life". he's one person i know who doesnt patronize tagalog movies. ironic i thought, for someone who laughs so hard watching home along da riles. well, the next thing i knew we were seated inside the movie house watching the movie Troy. and yes, what a movie.

after 3 hours of watching, as in really watching and no sleeping, ( my mom has a tendency to sleep for like half the movie time, but denies it and claims she enjoys every scene in the movie) , we headed straight to Mangan for dinner. scrumptious meal my dad told me, but expensive. he still prefers Kenny Rogers. oh well.

but the dinner wasnt the highlight. what we talked about or didnt talk about while eating was. my mom told me quietly that my dad was happy that we got out. ill never hear my dad say that. so when i saw the satisfied smile my father has, i couldnt agree more with my mom.

Everybody Hurts
by REM

When your day is long and the night
The night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough of this life
Well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries
and everybody hurts, sometimes ...

Sometimes everything is wrong,
Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go (hold on)
If you think you've had too much of this life
Well hang on

'Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don't throw your hand, oh no
Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone
no, no, no, you're not alone

If you're on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much
of this life, to hang on

Well everybody hurts,
sometimes, everybody cries,
And everybody hurts ...
sometimes
But everybody hurts sometimes
So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on,
hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Everybody hurts
You're not alone

titans spirit is worn out. we are dead tired of the job. our throats are swollen. our fingertips, callused. our eyes, red from the strain of looking at the computer screen the whole day, some very little veins appearing already. not to mention that we are slowly losing everything that we have learned during our schooling days. why? the fact that we only get to say 10 english sentences everyday- welcome, how may we help you, one moment pls, have you got a street address, which town pls, and the walang kamatayang "gotcha numba!!! woh, its not even 10 sentences! we are slowly going down the drain...

so call it a God given blessing for us to finally settle for a date to go out of town- Subic, and finally get the vacation we rightfully deserve. the summer is about to end, good thing its pushing thru. this out of town thing is finally taking place, the forever planned trip. i can quite picture it, the beach, the sand, fresh air, mountains...i couldnt have been more contented. thought its only for 2 days, i know we'll be rejuvenated after.

Fallen Embers
by Enya


Once, as my heart remembers
All the stars were fallen embers
Once, when night seemed forever
I was with you

Once, in the care of morning
In the air was all belonging
Once, when that day was dawning
I was with you

How far we are from morning?
How far we are?
The stars shining through the darkness?
Falling in the air?

Once, as the night was leaving
Into us, our dreams were weaving
Once, all dreams were worth keeping
I was with you

Once, when our hearts were singing
I was with you

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Pilgrim
by Enya



Pilgrim, how you journey
on the road you chose
to find out why the winds die
and where the stories go.
All days come from one day
that much you must know,
you cannot change what's over
but only where you go.

One way leads to diamonds,
one way leads to gold,
another leads you only
to everything you're told.
In your heart you wonder
which of these is true;
the road that leads to nowhere,
the road that leads to you.

Will you find the answer
in all you say and do?
Will you find the answer
in you?

Each heart is a pilgrim,
each one wants to know
the reason why the winds die
and where the stories go.
Pilgrim, in your journey
you may travel far,
for prilgrim it's a long way
to find out who you are...

Pilgrim, it's a long way
to find out who you are...

Pilgrim, it's a long way
to find out who you are...