hold on to hope love

Hold onto hope, love

I've searched high and low for you for you

Each day gets closer so hold on stronger to me and you

Someday soon, I'll find you

Someday soon, I'll know you

Someday, ooooh oh Yeah, oh

So hold onto hope, love

I've searched high and low for you For you

Each day gets closer So hold on stronger to me And you

To me, ohh oh, and you

To me, ohh oh, and you

To me, ohh oh, and you

slave to love

Tell her I'll be waiting in the usual place

With the tired and weary and there's no escape.

To need a woman you've got to know

How the strong get weak and the rich get poor.

Slave to love

Slave to love.

You're running with me

Don't touch the ground.

We're the restless hearted

Not the chained and bound.

The sky is burning

A sea of flame

Though your world is changing I will be the same.

Slave to love

Slave to love.

Slave to love

Slave to love

No

I can't escape

I'm a slave to love.

The storm is breaking or so it seems

We're too young to reason to grown up to dream.

Now spring is turning your face to mine

I can hear your laughter

I can see your smile.

Slave to love

Slave to love

Slave to love

Slave to love

Slave to love

No

I can't escape

I'm a slave to love.

Siave to love. no. I can't escape. I'm a slave to love.

the moon song

I'm lying on the moon

My dear, I'll be there soon

It's a quiet starry place

Time's we're swallowed up

In space we're here a million miles away

There's things I wish I knew

There's no thing I'd keep from you

It's a dark and shiny place

But with you my dear

I'm safe and we're a million miles away

We’re lying on the moon

It’s a perfect afternoon

Your shadow follows me all day

Making sure that I'm

Okay and we’re a million miles away

how could you leave

All day I sit till dawn just thinkin' about your smile I see you in my dreams how you complete me 

the flowers you left me here still wilt on the shelf by the phone 

you took a part of me all the tears I've cried for you 

I'ts day by day for me the only way I get by 

I keep talking in my sleep as if you will stay right by my side baby... 

How could you leave, and leave here with me all of the precious, memories just left me behind and how my heart cries without you I'm so lost baby I still can't believe that you could just leave standing alone the misery just left me behind to find this... come back baby

I pray I call your name still wishing that you would come home... 

Nothing comforts me... but if you could hold me... 

My world would start to turn for a moment that things would be right

Can you hear me? Baby don't you need me too?

Are you afraid of me? Please tell me how love passed us by... 

Right now I'll do anything just to have you right back in my life... 

Baby... 

All of the pain and the hurt trapped inside, keeps pulling me down and God knows how I try... 

So hard when you love someone, the way that I love you... 

Please come back... 

We can talk it out loud the time and space my love away from you... 

It's day by day for me the only way I get by... 

I keep talking in my sleep as if you were still right by my side...

video of the day: Marry Me

touching...

marry me from elvisdifazio on Vimeo.

heart of glass

Once I had a love and it was a gas,
Soon turned out had a heart of glass.
Seemed like the real thing, only to find.
Mutual mistrust. Love's gone behind

Once I had a love and it was divine.
Soon found out. I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing, but I was so blind
Mucho mistrust. Love's gone behind

In between "what I find is pleasing" and "I'm feeling fine",
love is so confusing
There's no peace of mind.
If I fear I'm losing you,It's just not good.
You teasing like you do.

Once I had a love and it was a gas,
It soon turned out had a heart of glass.
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Macho mistrust. Love's gone behind.

Lost inside, adorable illusion and I cannot hide.
I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside.
We could’ve made it cruising, yeah.

Yeah, riding high on love's true bluish light.
Ooh ooh whoa x4

Once I had a love and it was a gas,
It soon turned out to be a pain in the ass.
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust. Love's gone behind.

)

don't rain on my parade

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly, I've simply got to
If someone takes a, spill it's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade

I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it hat, sir
I guess, I didn't make it but whether
I'm the rose of sheer perfection
Or freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye

I gotta fly once, I gotta try once
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you'll see
I'm gonna have my bite, sir
Get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade

I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want, I know how
One roll for the whole she-bang
One throw, that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot, one gun shot, and bam
Hey, Mister Arnstein, here I am

I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
Guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me, love 'cause I'm a comer
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
No,nobody, no, nobody, is ever gonna rain on my parade

let your heart hold fast

All my days are spent.
All my cards are dealt.
Oh, the desolation grows.
Every inch revealed,
As my heart is pierced.
Oh, my soul is now exposed.

In the oceans deep;
In the canyons steep,
Walls of granite here I stand.
All my desperate calls
Echo off the walls
Back and forth; then back again.

To believe I walk alone
Is a lie that I've been told?

So let your heart hold fast
For this soon shall pass,
Like the high tide takes the sand.

Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

At the bitter end,
Salt and liquid blend
From the corner of my eyes.
All the miles wrecked,
Every broken step,
Always searching, always blind.

Never fear! No! Never fear!
Never fear! No! Never fear!

So let your heart hold fast
For this soon shall pass.
There's another hill ahead.

wait for you

I never felt nothing in the world like this before
Now I'm missing you and I'm wishing
You would come back through my door, ooh
Why did you have to go? You could've let me know
So now I'm all alone

Girl, you could have stayed but you wouldnt give me a chance
With you not around its a little bit more than I can stand, ooh
And all my tears they keep running down my face
Why did you turn away?

So why does your pride make you run and hide
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know its a lie what you keep inside
This is not how you want it to be

So baby, I will wait for you
'Cause I dont know what else I can do
Dont tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life

Baby, I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just ain't true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do, I'll wait for you

Been a long time since you called me
(How could you forget about me?)
You gotta be feeling crazy
How can you walk away, everything stays the same
I just can't do it baby

What will it take to make you come back?
Girl, I told you what it is and it just ain't like that
No, why cant you look at me? You're still in love with me
Don't leave me crying

Baby, why cant we just, just start over again?
Get it back to the way it was
If you give me a chance I can love you right
But youre telling me it wont be enough

So baby, I will wait for you
'Cause I dont know what else I can do
Dont tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life

Baby, I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just aint true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do, Ill wait for you

So why does your pride make you run and hide
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know its a lie what you're keeping inside
That is not how you want it to be

Baby, I will wait for you
Baby, I will wait for you
If its the last thing I do

Baby, I will wait for you
'Cause I dont know what else I can do
Dont tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life

Baby, I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just ain't true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do, I'll wait for you

i'll be waiting

He’s getting married (Youngblood, Philippine Daily Inquirer)

this is from another blogger sublimestthings
tissue please :/



TODAY, I will attend an execution: my own. I will watch it with both eyes open and I will not cry. I will not break down just because the man I have loved since forever will marry someone else. I will watch him promise himself to a woman who will never love him like I have. I will watch them bind themselves to a vow I should have taken.

I have loved Oliver almost all my life. I have known him since I saved his six-year-old hide from a bully named Ricardo who wanted to rid him of his two yellowed front teeth. I was five at the time, but having grown with five older brothers and a hellion of a sister, ”Totoy Cardo” was a piece of cake.

Oliver was so overcome with embarrassment at having a girl to protect his scrawny neck that from that time on he made it a point to be the rescuer, not the rescued. As time passed, muscles filled out this lanky frame and those two front teeth began to sparkle. He combs his hair, and he takes a bath daily now. In short, he has become a fine specimen of manhood.

The best part is, he lived up to his promise: he became my self-appointed guardian (well, I don’t know if that’s the best or the worst part). He was just always there, sticking to me like glue. It used to drive me nuts that he never let me out of his sight.

When I was 12, I ran from the infirmary on my way home. I had found out in the most humiliating way that I had become a woman: there was a big red stain on the back portion of my skirt. The jeers and the taunts followed me through the school corridors. Oliver dashed after me and offered to accompany me home. I declined, of course. He seemed to understand my discomfiture and promised to drop later with the things left in school. When I reached home I was told that I needed to jump three times on the stairs (which I did) and to wash my face with my blood (which I didn’t do).

Oliver dropped by in the afternoon, sporting a black eye and a bruise on his arm. When I asked him what happened, he said he had walked into a closed door. I believed him. But a few days later, minus the dysmennorhea, I found out that Oliver got into fisticuffs because some guy made a disgusting remark about me.

Nobody had ever fought for me before that. And when you’re 12 and discussing in class how King Arthur and fairest of them all, Lancelot, fought for Guinevere’s love, you tend to get ideas. I loved Oliver then.

When we were in high school and I found out that the school’s heartthrob and one of my most ardent suitors, Richard, was involved with a bustier girl, it was to Oliver that I ran. When I didn’t graduate as valedictorian and I got so drunk, it was Oliver who took me home. He didn’t even mind that I barfed all over his dad’s car (which he borrowed without permission).

When I decided to go to UP and he went to Ateneo, we celebrated by partying. When I lost my mom in a car accident, he took care of everything. When my dad followed my mom less than a year later after a heart attack, he was there again. By this time he was an appendage of my life. He used to check out the guys I came to know. Nobody dared to get serious with me–not when Oliver had a black belt. I didn’t know how to define our relationship.

I didn’t know what we were. We definitely were more than friends, better even than best friends. It was like we were a couple, but formally not one.

We did all the things that couple did like hang out and neck but always stopped when things got too hot. Since we never defined what we meant to each other we never said ”I love you” or whatever serious couple told each other.

As a result, I remained a chaste princess while my prince caroused and sowed wild oats, but still had the energy to monitor my movements. I didn’t mind. After all, I was so sure we’d end up together. I always thought that in the end, it would be us. I loved him. I managed to convince myself that he loved me (what else could it be?). Little did I know that love doesn’t conquer all, it only conquers the weak.

I didn’t think he’d be so stupid as to get a girl pregnant on the same night they met at a party. I didn’t think he’d be so stupid as to forget to use some form of contraception. After all, he had given me a lecture on safe sex. And I didn’t think he’d be so stupid as to marry the girl. But maybe I forgot that after all he was a man, and men have been known to be stupid about these things. Their brain is located in a region other than between the ears.

What could I do? Kicking him in the groin and punching him in the eye seemed like a good idea then. Don’t blame me; he was the one who enrolled me in a self-defense course. But I did not feel better. Seeing him bent over in pain only made me angrier. I wasted my life for this lousy excuse of a man? I could not believe it! I wanted nothing more than to run to him and beg him to wake me up from the stupid dream. I wanted him to take me some place where we didn’t know anybody.

No pain, no memory, no humiliation. I wanted to just forget it ever happened but since I flunked in the School for Martyrs, I couldn’t, for the life of me pretend, it didn’t happen. I couldn’t pretend he didn’t hurt me.

I couldn’t pretend everything was fine and dandy and exactly the way it was before. We didn’t talk for a month. For both of us who were practically inseparable, that was like an eternity. I ducked into corners whenever I would see him. I wouldn’t take his calls. I wouldn’t see him. And for some time hate was my reason for getting up in the morning, for breathing, for living.

Hate and I became good friends.

“God brings men into deep waters, not to drown them but to cleanse them,” somebody once wrote. I didn’t want to be cleansed. I just wanted to drown in pain and misery and utter desolation. I wanted to wallow in the dark and deep pit of despair. I know a thousand and one clichés that say this can be a blessing and that I should be thankful. But thankful is the last thing I’m feeling right now. I’ve always thought that there are three kinds of women: those who break, those who mend and those who are broken themselves.

Before this hit me, I assumed that I belonged to the first or second category. Now I know I’m in the third–so hurt and broken up inside. My grandmother used to say that there is nothing you can do about pain when it gives you a silly grin except grin right back. All I could manage was a wry smile, a killer headache and the worst hangover the day before his wedding.

Evidence of that is the disgusting sight of mashed potatoes and barbecue, thrown up not three meters away from where I was lying prostrate on the floor and the awful stench of cigarette on my hair. Frankly I don’t want to go. I want to wallow in misery in my messy room, crying, retching and stinking, surrounded with Michael Learns to Rock (whose songs are dedicated to the broken-hearted) CDs. But I have to go and attend the wedding. I have to bathe and prepare and put on that atrocious peach (it’s not even my color!) gown.

I’m not doing it for the groom, my one true friend and love, Oliver. Neither am I doing it for the bride, my younger sister, Sandra who needs me. I’m doing it for my unborn niece who has the great fortune of having me as her aunt. Call me stupid, but I’ve always known my place. If it isn’t beside the man I was destined to marry, if it isn’t behind my sister, who will take his name, wear his ring and bear him a child, then it must be with my niece, cradled close to my heart so that she will know both of our love.

He’s Getting Married is a Youngblood article published in Philippine Daily Inquirer. Forgive me but I can’t remember the exact year when this article was published. It’s been a while since this article was published and I’m still moved every time I get to read it. This may be old but I’m still posting it here because it’s one of the articles that I like most among all the Youngblood entries I’ve read. Youngblood is a section of Philippine Daily Inquirer that publishes true-to-life story or experiences that the sender would like to impart to readers.

image from bridaldetective

indak

Tatakbo at gagalaw Mag-iisip kung dapat bang bumitaw
Kulang na lang, atakihin Ang pag-hinga'y nabibitin

Ang dahilang alam mo na Kahit ano pang sabihin nila
Tayong dalawa lamang ang makakaalam Ngunit ako ngayo'y naguguluhan

Makikinig ba ako Sa aking isip na dati pa namang magulo?
O iindak na lamang Sa tibok ng puso mo

At aasahan ko na lamang na Hindi mo aapakan ang aking mga paa
Pipikit na lamang at mag-sasayaw Habang nanonood siya...

Paalis at pabalik May baong yakap at suklian ng halik
Mag-papaalam at mag-sisisi Habang papiglas ka ako sayo ay tatabi

Tayong dalawa lamang ang nakaka-alam
Ngunit hindi na matanto kung sino nga ba ang pag-bibigyan ko
Makikinig nga ba sa isipan na alam ang wasto
Ngunit pipigilan ang pag-ibig nya na totoo

Iindak na lamang ba sa tibok ng puso mo
At aasahan ko hindi nya lamang aapakan ang aking mga paa
Pipikit na lamang at mag-sasaya Habang nalulungkot ka
Pipikit na lamang at mag-sasaya Habang nalulungkot ka

Ako'y Litong-lito Tulungan niyo ako
Di ko na alam Kung sino pang aking pagbibigyan o

Ayoko na ng ganito Ako ay litong-lito ohwooh

i'd be suprisingly good for you

[Eva and Peron:]

I've heard so much about you

[Eva and Peron:]

I'm amazed, for I'm only an actress (a soldier)

Nothing to shout about (One of the thousands)

Only a girl on the air (Defending the country he loves)

[Eva:]

But when you act, the things you do affect us all

[Peron:]

But when you act, you take us away from the squalor of the real world

Are you here on your own?

[Eva:]

Yes, oh yes

[Peron:]

So am I, what a fortunate coincidence

Maybe you're my reward for my efforts here tonight

[Eva:]

It seems crazy but you must believe

There's nothing calculated, nothing planned

Please forgive me if I seem naive

I would never want to force your hand

But please understand, I'd be good for you

I don't always rush in like this

Twenty seconds after saying hello

Telling strangers I'm too good to miss

If I'm wrong I hope you'll tell me so

But you really should know, I'd be good for you

I'd be surprisingly good for you

I won't go on if I'm boring you

But do you understand my point of view?

Do you like what you hear, what you see

And would you be, good for me too?

I'm not talking of a hurried night

A frantic tumble then a shy goodbye

Creeping home before it gets too light

That's not the reason that I caught your eye

Which has to imply, I'd be good for you

I'd be surprisingly good for you

[Peron:]

Please go on, you enthrall me

I can understand you perfectly

And I like what I hear, what I see, and knowing me

I would be good for you too

[Eva:]

I'm not talking of a hurried night

A frantic tumble then a shy goodbye

Creeping home before it gets too light

That's not the reason that I caught your eye

Which has to imply, I'd be good for you

I'd be surprisingly good for you

a rose in the wind

I was born at daybreak / To the road I did take
Trembling as the groung shakes / Under my feet
Cracked in the stone heat
Never ending motion / Way across the ocean
Into your devotion / Long have I gone
So far from my home

What to do with this love that I'm in?
I have given you all of my soul
Flying all my life like a rose in the wind
Tell me why I am always alone
On my way home

(Garuda maafkan aku yang melupakan mu, tetapi cinta lebih kuat dari perbatasan)

Dreaming always begin / Find a door that's opening
Something there is shining / The light in your eyes
When you were all mine

All alone as I wake / moving in a new place
Shivering as I trace / A road of my own
Cut by the deep cold

What to do with this love that I'm in?
I have given you all of my soul
Flying all my life like a rose in the wind
Tell me why I am always alone
Hang on to me tight, and a rose in the wind
Will be with you wherever you go
All the way back home

(Biarkan aku jadi kompas mu, kan kutunjuk lahar mu arah gunung api di masa kecilku)

Can I take you back there? / Drifting on the warm air
Say you'll follow anywhere / All of our nights
Into the jade skies

I'll be true to you / Flying over the moon
Lying in the bamboo / I'll always know
The light in the window

(bawa aku bersama angin mu)

What to do with this love that I'm in?
I have given you all of my soul
Flying all my life like a rose in the wind
Tell me why I am always alone

amber

Brainstorm
take me away from the norm
I got to tell you something
this phenomenon
I had to put it in a song
and it goes like

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
you ought to know what brings me here
you glide through my head blind to fear
and I know why
whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally

You live too far away
your voice rings like a bell anyway
don't give up your independence
unless it feels so right
nothing good comes easily
sometimes you gotta fight

Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
launched a thousand ships in my heart, so easy
still it's fine from afar, and you know that
whoa, brainstorm take me away from the norm
whoa, I got to tell you something

princess of china

Once upon a time somebody ran
Somebody ran away saying fast as I can
I got to go I got to go
Once upon a time we fell apart
You holding in your hands
The two halves of my heart Oh oh Oh oh

Once upon a time we're burning bright
Now all we ever seem to do is fight
On and on
And on and on and on
Once upon a time on the same side
Once upon a time on the same side in the same game
And why'd you have to go
Have to go and throw it all in my face

I could've been a princess, you'd be a king
Could've had a castle and worn a ring
But no, you let me go
I could've been a princess, you'd be a king
Could've had a castle and wore a ring
But no, you let me go

You stole my star, lalala la lala, lalala la lala, lala la lala
you stole my star, lalala la lala

Cause you really hurt me
Oh you really hurt me
Cause you really hurt me
Oh you really hurt me
Cause you really hurt me
Oh you really hurt me oh
Cause you really hurt me
Oh you really hurt me

winter

Snow can wait
I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose
Get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart
When I think of winter
I put my hand in my father's glove
I run off
Where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice
"You must learn to stand up for yourself
Cause I can't always be around"
He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Boys get discovered as winter melts
Flowers competing for the sun
Years go by and I'm here still waiting Withering where some snowman was
Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace
But I only can see myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know dad the ice is getting thin

When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Hair is grey
And the fires are burning
So many dreams
On the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself

He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that I'll always want you near
You say that things change
My dear

one on one

I'm tired of playing on the team
It seems I don't get time out anymore
What a change if we set the pace face to face
No one even trying to score
Oh oh I can feel the magic of your touch
And when you move in close a little bit means so much
Ooh yeah, you've got to understand baby
Time out is what I'm here for

One on one I wanna play that game tonight
One on one I know I wanna play that
One on one I wanna play that game tonight
One on one so slow

You can't tell me you don't miss me girl
I think I might know you too well
Wonder what you'd say if you knew that I was coming tonight
Want to? I want you can't you tell

One on one I wanna play that game tonight
One on one I know I wanna play that
One on one I wanna play that game tonight
One on one so slow
That's all you need to know now

'Cause if it's really right there's nothing else
One on one I want to play that game tonight...

The Dateless Gay Man: A Survival Guide

by Lex Bonife.

posted April 2008 by one my favorite blogger.
worth-reading : ♥
more at; http://lexuality.blogspot.com

(This article first appeared in Valentino magazine)


You chat. You party. You even try visiting the blue bars once in a while. But still, you don’t seem to meet the “right” guy that you would like to date steadily.

Has the gay market run out of “steady date-material” guys? Is the majority content with one night stands and quick gratifications? Or are some people doomed to be dateless for the most part of their lives?

The issue is not about sex. Sex has been quite easy for the gay men. It’s everywhere. It even comes cheap nowadays ranging from less than a hundred bucks to a few thousand pesos, given if you’re game for the flesh trade. And it can get a lot cheaper, especially if you’re willing to settle for a quick “orgasmic” fix inside dark parks, secretive rest rooms and your popular “raid-able”, rundown theaters.

But meeting that single and attractive guy, who would be willing to spend moments with you, whom you would proudly introduce to your friends and family and who genuinely shares your interests -- is quite rare in this lifetime (at least for me).

So I came up with a short list of “things-to-do” and “must-always-remember-stuffs”, every time I feel sorry that I’m dateless. I hope some of these things help, should you find yourself in the same situation.


· Being dateless is never a tragedy.

Even the most beautiful and most successful people in our society, whether straight or gay find themselves in a “dateless” mode at one point of their lives. So if you’re dateless, that does not automatically mean that there is something terribly wrong about you. Never feel bad.


· Image is Power.

Humans are primarily motivated by what they see. So, let’s accept it, we are judged with what people see from us. As date searchers, it is our primary duty to stay as beautiful, as healthy and as fit as we can get. Don’t expect people to have the patience to search for the inner beauty in you. Let it shine for all people to see!


· Do-it-yourself.
Discover the joy of doing things that are best done when you’re alone. Read a good book. Watch an art film and really think about it. Enroll yourself in a skill that you have long wanted to learn – photography, music or any sport. Being alone does not mean you have to stop growing and enjoying life. Never wait for the right guy in despair.


· Know your history.

Have you dated other men in the past? Did you enjoy these moments? How did you feel about these men from your dating history? If you have gone out steadily with men whose company you at least enjoyed, just remember, if it has happened in the past, there is still a significant probability that it can happen again in the future. So, if you have dated “great” men, there’s always a possibility that you could be dating other “great” men in the near future. It’s a lot more fun to look at it that way.


· Don’t set an alarm.

For men, there is no such thing as a biological clock. Don't pressure yourself into a steady relationship at any point in your life. Remember, it is better to be alone and happy than get stuck with the wrong partner.


· Is X=enemy?

Life becomes more complicated if your list of “exes” is directly proportional to your list of most hated people i.e. each and every ex automatically becomes an enemy. As much as possible, be friendly with your exes. The gay world is a small world. If you bump into each other, smile or even talk to them. Being able to let go of failed relationships is a sure sign of maturity.


· Get the “Miss Friendship” title.

For a lot of people, they think that their relationships didn’t work because of misgivings or personal weaknesses. Here’s a task. Start making friends with people coming from different background from yours. Ask and learn about their dating and mating perspectives. You would soon realize people’s behavior with their relationships is highly influenced by their unique background and personal history. Accept that every person has distinct and different sets of paradigms when it comes to dating. It’s not always our fault.


· Be your own best friend.

Make friends with yourself. Examine yourself honestly especially if you find it difficult to establish relationships. Do you have an attitude or a behavior that gets in the way in keeping relationships with other men? Knowing ourselves, our needs and our hang-ups should always be a continuous process if we want to grow as individuals and as future partners.


· The "right" guy is never a "perfect" guy

Should you find a “not-so-exciting” guy who is willing to go out with you, remind yourself, there is no prince charming created for each and one of us. If you want a long term partner in life, the guy would never meet all your expectations. After all, he is just human just like you are – capable of being imperfect and inconsistent.


Our happiness should never be dependent on another person. But that does not mean that we could happily live isolated lives away from others. Failed relationships from our past have certainly hurt us and have inevitably changed us. But we should never allow these failures to embitter us.

For me, our lives are like a series of short stories. Like a good story, good things and relationships come to an end. But one should never lose the passion and the zeal to always start a new story at any point in his life.

you're so vain

You walked into the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and...

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't You?

You had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
Well you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me
I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't You? Don't You?

I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and...

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't You?

Well I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won
Then you flew your lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and...

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't You? Don't you?

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you

sana

Nilibot na ang buong mundo
Di pa rin ako nakukuntento
Makakahanap ng ipapalit
Nang walang babala
Lumipas ay nagbabalik pala

Nalilito na ako hindi na dapat gan'to
Nakaraan ay natapos at napagdaanan na
Bakit na sisindak pa sa t'wing naaalala
Matatauhan na wala ka na pala

Ako sila'y nandito na
Ikaw na lang ang kulang
Anong lunod o lalim ba't 'di na lang lumutang
Anong pait ang matamis at aking susubukan
Anong silbi ng narito
'Di mo na kailangan

Hindi nga nagtagal ang pagpapanggap na 'to
Kaliwa at kanan harap at likod ano mang anggulo
Titigan ay bumibigay ako

Damdamin ay kay bigat
Naisip na ang lahat
Wala na ba talaga akong magagawa pa

Ako sila'y nandito na
Ikaw na lang ang kulang
Anong lunod o lalim ba't 'di na lang lumutang
Anong tamis ang mapait at aking iiwasan
Walang silbi ang narito
'Di mo na kailangan

Wala na bang makakapantay at di na ba dapat pang maghintay
Ako lang ba ang nagkasala?
Kumakapit sa natitirang sana.

Kung babalik ka pa hanggang kailan kaya?
Ako dito mag aabang na magdutong na ang patlang
Ang kulang ay mapupunan wala nang makahahadlang
Wala na yatang hihigit sa pangungulila ko
Iba na bang nagbibigay ng mga kailangan mo?

Oh sana
Kay higpit ng kapit sa unan kagabi ko
Oh sana
Inaasam muling makatabi at mahalik sana