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Seasons of Love
Monday, October 22, 2007 at 10:23 PM

525,600 minutes
525,000 moments so dear
525,600minutes
how do you measure, measure a year?
in daylights
in sunsets
in midnights
in cups of coffee
in inches
in miles
in laughter and strive
in 525,600 minutes
how do you measure a year in the life?
how about love
how about love
how about love
measure in love
seasons of love

525,600 minutes
525,000 journeys to a place
525,600 minutes
how do you measure the life of a women or a man?
in truth that she learned
or in times that he cryed
in bridges he burned
of the way that she died
it's time to sing out thought the story never ends
lets celerbrate
remember a year in the life of friends
remember the love
remember the love
remember the love
measure measure your life in love
seasons of love
seasons of love
measure your life
measure you life in love

Rent - Seasons of Love

I was just singing this song to myself as I did my Effective Communication reflection papers(Essays). I had it on repeat and singing this song made me all emotional. No not Sad. I felt happy and a little sad. It was mixed. I can't really describe it well. Suddenly, tears just began flowing down again(bloody f..). and then...my DAD just had to open my door and I got shocked! I did not want to him to see me crying like this. Thank goodness he left the door slightly ajar and asked me whether I wanted dinner. Phew!
I declined obviously and locked my door after he left.
It made me feel how fortunate I was on certain aspects of life. It also made me feel how inconsiderate I had been.
Love is an emotion that is very hard to explain and also very hard to know when you feel it. It comes and goes just like that *snaps his finger*. You do not really BUILD love. You build relationships OUT OF love. If it comes, you use it and build it. If it doesn't..then..too bad.
I know I know, some of you are like, WTF IS WRONG WITH MIKEY?!

Nothing really, just the recent turn of events have really made me wonder alot of things that I never took notice.

Love is also something that will teach you the true meaning of 'You never knew what you've lost, till it's gone'.
Yes. No not just your boyfriend or girlfriend, even your cousins,grandparents as well as your parents.
Being in Singpore longer than I have been in the Philippines left me far from contact with my relatives. My relatives..that took care of me when I was young, I did not really manage to see them again. They departed this world when I was in Singapore. On top of that, I did not have the chance to go back and see their bodies before they were buried.
I'll write more I guess..when my mind is clearer. Right now I've got stuff that need my attention. BBL!

I'll play for you.