walang batas na nagsasabing bawal magmahal ng dalawa.
- Vilma Santos, MANO PO 3

honestly,
things are looking up for me.
in some ways, i guess.
i found that there are a lot of wayward souls,
as i am,
out there.
that a lot of us are looking
for sanctuary in the arms of
people who are total strangers,
but are facsimiles of each.
funny.
all the while i thought
i was alone;
instead, i found
myself
surrounded by others
whose eyes seek also
that which i seek;
and whose lips are sealed
by fate that i used
to craddle.

Weren't you the one that said
That you don't want me anymore
And how you need your space
And give the keys back to your door
And how I cried and tried and tried
To make you stay with me
But still you said that love was gone
And that I had to leave
Now you, talkin' bout a family
Now you, sayin' I complete your dream
Now you, sayin' I'm your everything
You confusin' me
What you say to me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me

Cause what goes around, comes around
What goes up, must come down
Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back to me
What goes around, comes around
What goes up, must come down
Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back

I remember when
I was sittin' home alone
Waitin' for you
Til' 3 o'clock in the morn
And when you came home, you'd always have some sorry excuse.
And explainin' to me, like I'm just some kinda fool
I sacrifice the things I want to and do things for you
But when it's time to do for me, you never come through
Now you, wanna be a bond of me (eyyy)
Now you, have so much to say to me (heyy)
Now you, wanna make time for me
What you do to me
You confusin me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me

Cause what goes around, comes around
What goes up, must come down
Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back to me
What goes around, comes around
What goes up, must come down
Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back

I remember when
I was sittin home alone
Waitin for you
Til 3 o'clock in the morn
Night after night
Knowin sumthing goin on
Wasn't home befo me
You was, you was gone
Lord knows it wasn't easy, but believe me
Never thought you'd be the one that would deceived me
And never do wha u was supposed to do
No need to hose me fool, cause I'm ova you

Cause what goes around, comes around
What goes up, must come down
Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back to me
What goes around, comes around
What goes up, must come down
Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back

It's called Karma baby
And it goes around.
What goes around, comes around
What goes up, must comes down
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me

KARMA
alicia keys

i was supposed to put a downloaded short story of a Norwegian display-window artist here, but i found that it was too much for me to bear.
dammit.
today, i discovered i am a conservative with neoclassical values.

hey.