Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?
SEASONS OF LOVE, OST: RENT

i saw RENT: The Movie version of the broadway phenomenon. i cried. not just because of the story and the superb soundtrack. i cried because i saw myself in collins. yet again.

ANGEL
Live in my house, I'll be your shelter
Just pay me back,
With one thousand kisses
Be my lover - I'll cover you

COLLINS
Open your door, I'll be your tenant
Don't got much baggage, to lay at your feet
But sweet kisses I've got to spare
I'll be there and I'll cover you

BOTH
I think they meant it
When they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you are my love,
On life - be my life
Just slip me on I'll be your blanket
Wherever - whatever - I'll be your coat

the film got me thinking again: why was i in love in the first place? was i in love for the right reasons? i dunno if people would still call these wedding jitters. quandries as these are bigger than what we think they are. bigger than what i think. bigger than me. i'm starting to get scared. and sadder by the minute.

are you in love for the right reasons?