Dreaming with a Broken Heart

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with your crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh

Now do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Would you get them if i did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part

[John Mayer]

this song is stuck in my head. i heard it when we were working. it was so sad that it almost brought me to tears. i guess you could call it empathy.

sa uulitin

huwag kang magpapaapi
kasi kawawa naman sila kapag
pinagtanggol kita...

cheesemelt

bad day

i need a good cry. a very good cry. the database i worked on for hours crashed. it ate up the time supposed to be spent on my homework. i had to resort to an outdated back-up. the group meetings got rescheduled.

i am crushed enough to know that the Lord could take care of me in this mess i'm in.

stained

for a moment i looked back in longing
it was a glance i regret ever taking
delusions are my demons
and my bloodied hands are stained
with...
my beloved's

Voice of Truth

Oh what I would do to have
The kind of faith it takes
To climb out of this boat and then
on to the crashing waves

To step out of my comfort zone
Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is
And He's holding out His hand

But the waves are calling out my name
And they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
...

But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story
The Voice of Truth says, "Do not be afraid!"
And the Voice of Truth says, "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of Truth

Oh what I would do to have
The kind of strength it takes
to stand before a giant
With just a sling and a stone

Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors
Shaking in their armor
Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand

But the giant's calling out my name
And he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
...

But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story
The Voice of Truth says, "Do not be afraid!"
And the Voice of Truth says, "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of Truth

But the stone was just the right size
To put the giant on the ground
And the waves they don't seem so high
On top of them lookin' down
I soar with the wings of EAGLES
When I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus
Singing over me

But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story
The Voice of Truth says, "Do not be afraid!"
And the Voice of Truth says, "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me (calling out to me)
I will choose to listen and believe

I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of Truth

[Casting Crowns]

sunday morning was very eventful. i finally cleansed the room. been sleeping better since. it was also an opportunity to cry out to God and surrender all my fears.

some things

...could only be learned within the context of relationships

...like trust.

Water Under the Bridge

I do not love you the way I did when we met.
There are secrets and arguments I haven't finished yet.
But it's only that grace has outlived our regret that we're still here.

So maybe we can stay, 'til the last drop of water flows under the bridge,
We can stay, till the last drop of water flows under the bridge.

There are times meant for breaking, and words to ignore,
And a bent to our souls when our skin is at war.
And if leaving were freedom, well, we'd both walk right out of that door.

Maybe we can stay, 'til the last drop of water flows under the bridge,
We can stay, 'til the last drop of water flows.

And the years roll by, and you hold my hand, while the shadows stretch over the land.
Crumble and fall in my arms, and we'll struggle to hold on.
Waters they rise and they carry our hopes and dreams away, baby we can stay, stay.

And the years roll by, and you hold my hand, while the shadows stretch over the land.

Maybe we can stay, 'til the last drop of water flows under the bridge,
We can stay, 'til the last drop of water flows under the bridge,
We can stay 'til the last drop of water flows under the bridge.

[Jars of Clay]

i tremble.

how will i teach that which i do not know?
annoint my lips for they are unclean

all for Your glory.

pee bday, kuya butch!

i hope i (or it) met your expectations... ^_^

freedom

discipline.

sick cycle

you wake up from your delusions
only to find yourself caught in
another dream spiraling its way
into a recurring nightmare