theme song, wooho!
not the doctor (Alanis Morissette)
I don’t want to be the filler if the void is solely yours
I don’t want to be your glass of single malt whiskey
Hidden in the bottom drawer
I don’t want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine
Lend me some fresh air
I don’t want to be adored for what I merely represent to you
I don’t want to be your babysitter
You’re a very big boy now
I don’t want to be your mother
I didn’t carry you in my womb for nine months
Show me the back door
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I don’t want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon
And I don’t want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2
I don’t want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face
At midnight, hey
What are you hungry for
I don’t want to be the glue that holds your pieces together
I don’t want to be your idol
See this pedestal is high and I’m afraid of heights
I don’t want to be lived through
A vicarious occasion
Please open the window
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I don’t want to live on someday when my motto is last week
I don’t want to be responsible for your fractured heart
And it’s wounded beat
I don’t want to be a substitute for the smoke you’ve been inhaling
What do you thank me
What do you thank me for
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6
Well I already know that you’d find some way to sneak me in and oh
Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom
You see it’s too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
hehe… after not so long, kinakanta ko nanaman tong kantang to, nagsimula nung high school ang pagkahilig ko kay alanis at hanggang ngayong may dalwang bagong album na sya mula nung jagged little pill, ako nandun pa rin. buti pa si alanis naka-move-on na, ako stuck na ata dito sa tinatawag kong walang kamatayang ocean of bitterness. hay buhay! pagupit din kaya ako tas sasabihin ko rin na i have nothing to hide na kaya ako nagpagupit… haha… para kong tanga! well, uso naman daw ang tanga ngayon, ayan nanaman yung lintek na usong yan, mawawala nanaman ako. hmmm… grade five pa lang ako ay isa na kong walking, breathing, talking, relationship wrecking ball. ung nang emyu ko ay iniwan ang nililigawan na para saken, asim noh? ayos lang yun, di naman kami masado sumaya, sandamukal na love letters at phonecalls lang naman, di kami masaya noh! hehe… tas bigla nalang kami hindi nagpansinan nun, labo noh? heniwey, nagkita uli kami nung fiesta, nag-anak ako sa binyag ng isang batang hindi ko ka-close ang mga magulang at ninong sya! nagseksi-seksihan pa naman ako nun, haha… breyk na sila ng jowabels pero di k na sya type ngayon eh, sayang, may future sana… hehe…
naisip ko tuloy, ang bad ko, i ruined a 5-year relationship not once, but twice… i even made people take lotsa sleeping pills… pamatay! at hindi maintindihan ng ibang tao kung bat ko gustong lumayo na lang kahit sabihin pang friends lang kame… sa isang away nagsisimula lahat… ang isa may kasunod na dalawa and so on… hay, malis ako dahil gust kng i-preserve ang kung anumang friendship na meron tayo so far, i don’t want you to hate me if u ever break up beacause of our friendship. wala akong tinapon na friendship. sinabi kong tigilan mo na ko hindi dahil gusto kita para sa sarili ko or gusto ko ng relasyon with u or whatever. ginawa ko yon dahil frend kita at ayokong sirain o guluhin ang buhay mo. engot ka para hindi mo makita, kala mo ang saya ko nung ginawa ko yon? tanga! kada text mo parang isang hibla ng buhok ang binubunot galing sa ulo ko, sandali lang ang sakit pero alam kong may nawala kahit pano, sa ginagawa m kinakalbo mo ko… wag mo na kong pahirapan, tama na yung hirap na pag-bitaw sayo, naiipit ang dugo ko dahil nakakapit ka pa rin sa pulso ko kahit bukas na bukas ang mga palad ko sa pagtatangkang bumitaw… nakakaladkad ako sa byahe mo, hindi naman yan ang destinasyon ko, sana bumitaw ka na rin para bumalik na ang dating takbo ng dugo sa mga ugat ko. hindi ako ang sagot sa lahat ng sakit mo. wag kang kumapit dahil lang sa kasiguruhang nandito ko at may nakahandang ngiting kala mo ay gamot, first aid lang ang alam ko, nasayo na un kung gusto mo talagang gumaling. tulungan mo ang sarili mo, kaya mo yan!=j
February 3rd, 2006 at 5:04 am
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