Who will cry for the little boy?
Who will cry for the little boy,
lost and all alone?
Who will cry for the little boy,
living without his own?
Who will cry for the little boy?
He cried himself to sleep.
Who will cry for the little boy?
He never had for keeps.
Who will cry for the little boy?
He walked the burning sand.
Who will cry for the little boy?
The boy who would be the man.
Who will cry for the little boy?
Who knows well hurt and pain.
Who will cry for the little boy?
He died and died again.
Who will cry for the little boy?
A good boy he tried to be.
Who will cry for the little boy,
who cries inside of me?
Happie Birdae.
GJ and I went shopping for our respective birthday gifts for each other today. Or rather, looking at the time I'm posting this, yesterday.
We ended up buying similar shoes.
This is what he got for me:
And here's what I got for him:
Heh.
Mine cost $10 more than his did.
TAN TIO! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA!
Stop spending, Sean
Damn. I've been compulsively spending moolah non-stop these past few weeks. Don't know why.
Here's today's loot.
Growing Pains
Daaaaaaaaaaaaamn. Has it been eight months since my last post? Sure doesn't feel like it.
Heh. For the first couple of weeks I just could not find words to express what I was going through. Nothing I wrote seemed fit to be published. Then it kinda became me being too tired to blog. Then it degenerated into not being bothered to blog.
I know. Excuses, excuses.
Check back again if you feel like it. I'll blog when I blog.
Lots of crap happened the past few months, but I think they can be summarized into one phrase:
I'm growing.
