i saw an old painting of two friends holding hands,
i wonder how long it will stay intact?
its old yet never fading.
i wish we were that painting, getting old yet never changing.

from Cher T.

taken in our new house in town and country, antipolo rizal with my best friends. this photo is also our last photo together. sanchia left for cebu, a week after this photo is taken, i miss sanchia so much.
im a bad writer, i cant express how i feel.
since sanchia's migration, the four of us were never complete. Skip has work on weekdays and would rather rest on weekends than hangout with us. Karen is the overtime girl and Gary has full of issues... hay... well, despite that we're still trying to see eachother atleast every week even were not complete. but i guess this is what really life is... so many issues.

Eyes On Me

When ever sang my songs
On the stage, on my own
When ever said my words
Wishing they would be heard
I saw you smiling at me
Was it real or just my fantasy?
You'd always be there in the corner
Of this tiny little bar

My last night here for you
Same old songs, just once more
My last night here with you
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly placed your eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you

Darlin', so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you're never hurt
As if you're never down
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure
If frown is shown then
I will know that you are no dreamer

So let me come to you
Close as I want to be
Close enough for me
To feel your heart beating fast
And stay there as I whisper
How I love your peaceful eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you

Darlin', so share with me
Your love if you have enough
The tears if you're holding back
Or pain if that's what it is
How can I let you know
I'm more than the dress and the voice
Just reach me out and then
You will know that you are not dreaming

Darlin', so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you're never hurt
As if you're never down
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure
If frown is shown then
I will know that you are no dreamer