Love is a Triangle
Love is a Game
The Boy does the F*****g
The girl gets the blame.

One hour of pleasure
Nine months of Pain
Inside the hospital
A baby to name.

hehehe... wala lng... 

its not verbatim but i have read this when i was in high school... masarap lang gunita-in at ipag alab ng muli ang diwang makabayan kahit hindi sa aling panig ka man ng lipunan. Mula kay amado v. hernandez ang manunulat ng ANG IBONG MANDARAGIT.

"...ikaw tao ay nag mula sa wala, mag punla ka ng mga dakilang gawa upang ikay hindi maging isang wala na mag babalik sa wala..."

MABUHAY KA KA AMADO! 

JACK: I don’t know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.
She laughs weakly, but it sounds more like a gasp of fear. Rose finds his eyes in the dim light.

ROSE: I love you, Jack.

JACK: No...don’t say your goodbyes, Rose. Don’t you give up. Don’t do it.

ROSE: I’m so cold.

JACK: You’re going to get out of this...you’re going to go on and you’re going to make babies and watch them grow and you’re going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here...Not this night. Do you understand me?

ROSE: I can’t feel my body.

JACK: Rose, listen to me. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Jack is having trouble getting the breath to speak.

JACK: It brought me to you. And I’m thankful, Rose. I’m thankful.

His voice is trembling with the cold which is working its way to his heart. But his eyes are unwavering.

JACK: You must do me this honor...promise me you will survive....that you will never give up...not matter what happens...no matter how hopeless...promise me now, and never let go of that promise.

ROSE: I promise.

JACK: Never let go.

ROSE: I promise. I will never let go, Jack. I’ll never let go.

carpe diem ... Seize the day!

odes 1.11 by Horace

Love hurts, but friendship hurts more when lost through love.

People say that I'm a fool
Well I don't know
At least I found out
What it takes to be strong
I was dreaming all day long
A drifting cloud
With eyes wide open
I would choose not to see

*Now I don't want
To see you anymore
Don't want to be the one
To play your game
Not even if you smile
Your sweetest smile
Not even if you beg me
Darling please

Say good morning to the world
I hope you like it
Take good care of all those
Things that we have
I've been looking for a way
For to long now
Seems like everything
Must come to an end

*repeat

Time after time
Nothing that I can do
Knowing your ways
And loving your ways
But not getting through at all
Day after day
Leaving the past behind
Coming to terms
With stitches and burns and
Learning to fly again

If you know your history,
Then you would know where you coming from,
Then you wouldnt have to ask me,
Who the eck do I think I am.

Im just a buffalo soldier... oyooy oyoyoy oyoyoyoyoyy
[R.I.P. to the Rasta Man]