it's feb 22.

i find the brain a really funny thing. well okay, maybe it's just my brain haha, but it's really weird. a always remember things to say to different people at odd times and places, and yet when im right in front of the person, i forget i even have to tell them anything. weird. haha. kinda looks like memories choose when they surface. lol.

anyway, i don't understand why songs like this were never made for the opposite gender:

Puzzle of My Heart - Westlife

It's the way she fills my senses
It's the perfume that she wears
I feel I'm losing my defenses
To the colour of her hair

And every, little, piece of her is right
Just thinking, about her
Takes me through the night

(Chorus)
Everytime we meet
The picture is complete
Everytime we touch
The feeling is too much
She's all I ever need
To fall in love again
I knew it from the very start...
She's the puzzle of my heart

It's the way she's always smiling
That makes me think she never cries
I feel like I'm losing my defenses
To the colour of her eyes

And every, little, piece of her is right

(Chorus)

Like a miracle she's meant to be
She became the light inside of me
And I can feel her like a memory
From long.......ago

OMG. it's so sweet. haha. i wish i could find a song like that for him. lol.

totally out of the topic, i won't rant about sir limuaco. it's a complete waste of my time ( lol, as if im busy. XD)