Sorry…
September 25, 2005
Do you wanna know what I think of you
Do you wanna know
Do you wanna know if I’m doing okay
just ask and I’ll say
I’ll say the words that I’ve longed to speak
have kept quiet for some time
I’m sorry it’s just too late
to get it all back get back what we had
I’m sorry it’s just not right
we both know it wasn’t meant to be like this at all.
Do you wanna know how I feel about you
do you wanna know
Do you wanna know if I’m able to forget
there are times I wish we’d never met
I’m sorry it’s just too late
to get it all back get back what we had
I’m sorry it’s just not right
we both know it wasn’t meant to be like this at all
Time won’t change this
won’t change the way I feel.
(Sorry by Lene Marlin’s Another Day)
The one with the inspiration
September 15, 2005
Maya Angelou said this:
"I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today,
life
does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I’ve learned that you can tell a
lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy
day
lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights." "I’ve learned that
regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when
they’re gone from your life. "I’ve learned that making a "living" is not
the
same thing as "making a life." "I’ve learned that life sometimes gives
you a
second chance. "I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a
catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things
back.
"I’ve learned that when ever I decide something with an open heart, I
usually make the right decision." "I’ve learned that even when I have
pains,
I don’t have to be one." "I’ve learned that every day you should reach
out
and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the
back." "I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn." "I’ve learned
that
people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but
people will never forget how
—
…
September 12, 2005
…when all else fail, would you be there
to love me…
…when all else fail, would you be brave
to see right through me..
( exerpts from Same Ground by Kitchie Nadal)