Sunday, February 27, 2005

Ice Cream, Bamboo and The Wedding Singer

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Had a merienda chat (which extended to early dinner) with Amy and Rej. Over ice cream (Rej’s treat), I succumbed to nostalgic retreat. Realized that clerkship’s just a couple of weeks away. These gals will be terribly missed by yours truly. Lunch/merienda/dinner breaks spent analyzing recent episodes in our lives, laughing over incredulous events, Q&A-ing each other about anything that comes to mind. Malling, movie-watching (with Rej, anything with Sandara in it…hehe), night-outs, soul-baring in coffee shops. Amy’s place: our sanctuary for 3 years…where we sleep, review, eat (chocoholic’s asylum), YM, bulldoze TV personalities and objects of hatred, play Hangaroo, dress up for night-outs, re-enact memory-worthy moments. I’ll miss Amy’s jokes, apathy for lovelorn people (weird but cute) and excellent IQ/EQ. I’ll miss Rej’s Kris Aquino-voice, kikayness and martyrdom in the romance department. I’ll miss Cheryl’s juicy stories, klutziness and motherly concern. I'll miss Mia's anecdotes and OC-ness. I’m thankful that med school brought these people to my life.

I Won't Last A Day Without You

Day after day I must face a world of strangers
Where I don't belong, I'm not that strong
It's nice to know that there's someone I can turn to
Who will always care, you're always there
When there's no getting over that rainbow
When my smallest of dreams won't come true
I can take all the madness the world has to give
But I won't last a day without you
So many times when the city seems to be without a friendly face
A lonely place
It's nice to know that you'll be there if I need you
And you'll always smile, it's all worthwhile
When there's no getting over that rainbow
When my smallest of dreams won't come true
I can take all the madness the world has to give
But I won't last a day without you
Touch me and I end up singing
Troubles seem to up and disappear
You touch me with the love you're bringing
I can't really lose when you're near
If all my friends have forgotten half their promises
They're not unkind, just hard to find
One look at you and I know that I could learn to live
Without the rest, I found the best
When there's no getting over that rainbow
When my smallest of dreams won't come true
I can take all the madness the world has to give
But I won't last a day without you
When there's no getting over that rainbow
When my smallest of dreams won't come true
I can take all the madness the world has to give
But I won't last a day without you

Friday, February 25, 2005

Nestea event: Fresh Faces 2005 (Go Mitzi!) and Bamboo. Was with my brods and sisses. Bamboo was cute but Ira’s way cuter (I love the goatee). Songs that I’m familiar with: Elisi, Kung Ayaw Mo Huwag Mo, Noypi, Waiting in Vain, Awit ng Kabataan.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Today was uneventful. Just went to school for the Seminar Block. My rendezvous with friends from high school got cancelled (for the 3rd time) ‘coz a friend suffered an allergic reaction to the antibiotics she took. Poor girl. Rashy all over. Hope this date pushes through the next time around. Watched The Wedding Singer (again) on cable. The airplane scene brought me to tears (again). Grow Old With You is one of my ultimate fave songs. This song makes me swoon.

(Airplane Scene from The Wedding Singer)

Billy Idol (speaking): Good afternoon, everyone. We're flying at 26,000 feet, moving up to 30,000 feet. We've got clear skies all the way to Las Vegas. Right now we're bringing you some in-flight entertainment. One of our first-class passengers would like to sing you a song inspired by one of our coach passengers, and since we let our first-class passengers do pretty much whatever they want, here he is.

Robbie hart (singing):

I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

I'll miss you
I'll kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
I'll need you
I'll feed you
Even let you hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Ode to the Nice Guys

Funny. Just finished writing an entry entitled "Do Torpe Girls Finish Last?" when I came across this article on my bulletin board at Friendster. Thanks, Claire. This is a fun read. I don't agree with some of the points raised here though. I don't think nice guys finish last. Torpe guys do. Hehe. Most of my girl friends are either dating nice guys or are committed to nice boyfriends. I'd also choose nice guys over jerks anytime. Nice guys rule! Problem is, most nice guys are torpe so the not-so-torpe guys who usually turn out to be complete a-holes win the girl's heart.
Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal...
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl's every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style. This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they're at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don't end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldnt worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn't have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing serious between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "Oh, but we're just friends!" And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're nice like that. The nice guys don't often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don't seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can't. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as "Oh, he's too nice to date or he would be a good boyfriend but he's not for me or he already puts up with so much from me, I couldnt possibly ask him out!" or the most frustrating of all: "No, it would ruin our friendship." Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can't figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I'm going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn't last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single. So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know youre sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

Do Torpe Girls Finish Last?

I have a brother. We’re so sweet that his then-girlfriend’s friend thought that we’re a couple. Hahaha. Most of my cousins are guys. I hang out with them sometimes. So, I’ve been surrounded by Martians since childhood. Why, then, do I have trouble interacting with the male specie? I find it hard to warm up to them. I usually come across as a snob which I’m so not. I become too shy, stiff and self-conscious when I’m around guys. I don’t know how to act. I don’t know how to carry on a sensible and blooper-free conversation with them. Lucky me ‘coz I have guy friends who can put up with this, um, weird facet of my personality. This has always baffled me. I am torpe. I also get drawn to torpe guys. What’s the problem with me? I dunno.

I could have spoken
I could have shown
The feelings I’ve kept from you
The feelings I’ve known
But I had to hold back
‘Coz somehow I felt
You aren’t ready yet
And I think I’m just a friend
I patiently waited
I hoped and prayed
That He would give me a sign
Am I waiting in vain?
Now I’m confused
Should I stay or should I go?
I think I’ve found my The One
But we’ve only just begun…

“The things we want are the things that speak to us. Understand us. Reveal us. And when we find it, we know. We just know.” --- THESAK.COM

The Taste of Summer

I savored every spoonful of my first halo-halo for this year. The sweetness of the yam and the coldness of shaved ice brought back fond memories of the previous 25 summers I’ve tasted. Some tasted sweet. Some tasted bitter. Some tasted bittersweet. My best summer so far was my 15th. New home (my home for a decade now). I can still remember the smell of freshly-painted walls when we moved in. The squeaky clean tiles on the bathroom floor (I’m a bathroom person :-)). My summer friends/crushes. Incidentally, two of them are now my exes. Hehe. Holy week. The humbling Visita Iglesia. The spectacular salubong at the crack of dawn. Got to bond well with my cousins who live close by. Got accustomed to the day’s noise pollution (mostly loud music and orchestrated barking of dogs) that woke me up every morning. The hit songs that time: Breathe Again, Fixing a Broken Heart, Now and Forever, the first few hits of Backstreet Boys (I forgot the titles), Your Love…Fell in love with Nick Carter. Became a shrieking/screaming Backstreet Boys fan. I wonder what Summer 2005 will bring…Can’t wait… :-)

Sunday, February 13, 2005

To the One God had Prepared for Me

Whenever I feel like I'm about to give up on my search for my The One, I think of my friend Val. She patiently waited for 2 decades. Last summer, love came for her. The guy's in med school as well. I get to witness their saccharine moments together everyday. I can't help but smile whenever I see them. They look so good together. I'm sincerely happy for my friend. Val forwarded this beautifully-written piece a year ago. It's entitled "To the One God had Prepared for Me." To those whose search isn't over yet, don't lose hope...You're definitely not alone. Hehe.

I am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me, if like me, you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other. Many times I thought I finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended. I get up each morning hoping, dreaming, longing to meet you. I am thinking of how we will meet, would it be as romantic as the ones I have seen in movies? Or is it possible that I have known you all my life but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other? Oh how I wish you were here right now because you are the only one who has the answers to all my questions. Sometimes I ask myself if I have ever really known "love". I do not have the answer to that question either but I believe that, more often than not, we will never really know what love is until we find that right person.... and since I have not found you yet, then maybe I do not really know what love is! You just don't know how often I dream of finally knowing what it feels like to be in your arms. Even at this very moment I am imagining how you will simply sweep me off my feet! Perhaps I would be drawn to you by your smile, or your eyes, or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh by your silly little ways! I don't really know for sure but I am praying that God will help me recognize you when the right time comes. I think of all the pain that I have gone through in the past and of how much I have cried since the day I began my search. I just wanted you to know that I find my strength in clinging onto my vision of the beautiful life ahead of me --- the life I shall spend with you. In my mind and in my heart I know that you are worth all that pain and sacrifice. After all, the tears have become a part of my life and I believe that they are slowly washing away my flaws so that I would become perfect, not perfect in its truest sense, but perfect --- for YOU! I wonder if you've gone through so much pain as well. I wonder if you've been hurt so many times along the journey. But my dearest one, please don't ever give up because I am right here... patiently waiting for you! I assure you that when we finally find each other I would slowly heal those wounds by my love. At night, I would look out my window and stare at the beautiful sky, hoping that somehow you are also looking up and wondering about me. I utter a silent prayer and send all my cries to the heavens above thinking that in time they would reach you. And when I feel impatient, I just close my eyes and believe that you are on your way and that you are longing to see me as well. It is funny but when I finally fall asleep, it is still you that I think of, for you are always in my dreams. It seems that, for now, that is the only place where I can hold on to you, long enough to tell you how much I love you. In my dreams you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your arms of love. And this, all the more, makes me want to wake up and face the new day ahead with the hope that soon enough, you will no longer be a dream but a reality and once again I am assured that you are worth the wait. And when that time comes, everything will fall into its place, just as I had imagined, just as I had thought and dreamed, just as I had believed it would be! By then, I would simply look back and smile at all that I have gone through, in spite of the pain and amidst the simple joys of life --- and I would be very thankful because they all led me to you! In the meantime, take care of yourself for me. Hold on to our dream and don't even think of letting go. Believe in your heart that we will find each other no matter what happens. God has planned the course and it is up to us to follow the directions. Don't worry, don't be afraid about getting lost, God saw to it that all the roads, no matter which one you choose to follow, lead to me.

Phantom of the Opera

February 11, Friday

Watched Phantom of the Opera with Glenn. There’s supposed to be five of us but things happened so the others didn’t make it. It’s okay. Had fun. :-) The movie’s really nice. I love Andrew Lloyd Webber’s songs. I love Broadway songs in general. Bumped into my friends from pre-med: Tin, Charissa, Van B. and Kuya Martin (my clinical supervisor when I was an OT intern). Well, here are my faves from Phantom of the Opera (The Movie)…

All I Ask Of You (this got me teary-eyed!)

RAOUL
No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears;
I'm here, nothing can harm you,
my words will warm and calm you.
Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears;
I'm here, with you, beside you,
to guard you and to guide you.

CHRISTINE
Say you love me every waking moment,
turn my head with talk of summertime.
Say you need me with you now and always;
promise me that all you say is true,
that's all I ask of you.

RAOUL
Let me be your shelter, let me be your light;
you're safe, no one will find you,
your fears are far behind you.

CHRISTINE
All I want is freedom, a world with no more night;
and you, always beside me,
to hold me and to hide me.

RAOUL
Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;
let me lead you from your solitude.
Say you need me with you, here beside you,
anywhere you go, let me go too,
Christine, that's all I ask of you

CHRISTINE
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;
say the word and I will follow you.

TOGETHER
Share each day with me, each night, each morning.

CHRISTINE
Say you love me!

RAOUL
You know I do.

RAOUL & CHRISTINE
Love me, that's all I ask of you

Think Of Me

Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye
remember me once in a while,
please promise me you'll try

When you find,
that once again you long to take your heart back,
and be free if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me

We never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea...
but if you can still remember, stop and think of me

Think of all the things we've shared and seen,
don't think about the things which might have been

Think of me think of me waking, silent and resigned...
imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind...

Recall those days, look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do...
there will never be a day when I won't think of you

We never said our love was evergreen or as unchanging as the sea...
but please promise me, that sometimes you will think of me

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

You were once my one companion . . .
you were all that mattered . . .
You were once a friend and father -
then my world was shattered . . .

Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
wishing you were somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed,
somehow you would be here . . .
Wishing I could hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I never would . . .
Dreaming of you won't help me to do
all that you dreamed I could . . .

Passing bells and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you, the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past just die . . .?

Wishing you were somehow here again . . .
knowing we must say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength to try . . .

No more memories, no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across the wasted years . . .
Help me say goodbye

The Music of the Night

Night time sharpens heightens each sensation...
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I compose the music of the night...

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor.
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender
Hearing is believing music is deceiving
Hard as lightning soft as candlelight
dare you trust the music of the night...

Close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth
And the truth isn't what you want to see.
In the dark it is easy to pretend that the truth is what it ought to be.


Softly, deftly music shall caress you...
Hear it, feel it secretly possess you...
Open up your mind let your fantasies unwind
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the music of the night...

Close your eyes start a journey through a strange new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Close your eyes and let music set you free...
Only then can you belong to me...

Floating, falling sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me savor each sensation...
Let the dream begin let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night...

You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night...

Come we must return -
those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you

February 12, Saturday



My bestfriend/cousin Margie’s birthday. Gave her chocolates. She can survive on chocolates alone for years!
Attended the TLP-PSG Sportsfest. Was just a spectator. I’m not really into sports. Hope my team won (Go Sigma Lambda!). Had to leave early to help Rej and Amy set up the booth for tomorrow’s Rose and Blueberry Cheesecake Sale and go to Dangwa to finalize everything with the florist. He looks a lot like Mr. T (from the series I used to watch when I was a kid), hair and all. He literally glitters. He wears a gold ring on each finger. Hehe.


February 13, Sunday


Later, I’ll spend the night with the rest of my sisses at Amy’s place. Busy night tonight. We’ll check out the florist’s progress at Dangwa and leave early tomorrow morning to finish setting up the booth.
HAPPY V-DAY EVERYONE !!! :-)

Monday, February 07, 2005

I'm still feeling a bit groggy. Drank coffee this afternoon in a vain attempt to stay mentally awake during the MOST BORING lecture I've ever heard in my entire life. According to my friend, Mia, she'd rather watch Godzilla. I think that's quite an unfair comparison. I heard Godzilla's action-packed and enjoyable. What our class endured this afternoon was a four-hour butt-tormenting, neuron-damaging and emotionally-stressing monologue that dragged on close to what seemed like FOREVER. The topic: imaging modalities (X-ray, CT Scan and MRI) used in determing the cause of a patient's headache. I was able to appreciate the X-ray plates a bit 'coz they looked different from each other. The CT scan and MRI closely resembled smileys with various smile intensities and monsters/ghosts/hollowmen... Are you guys familiar with FLAMES? Well, out of boredom, I did the FLAMES test on my seatmate/friend, Mia and her boyfriend. Hehe. Enough about my horrific/jologic afternoon. Not entirely the lecturer's fault. The topic was just too alien even for third year medical students.
Wasn't able to sleep much last night 'coz Mama suffered a major migraine attack. This usually happens whenever my brother goes home late, which he did last night. Took care of Mama and Papa (who was incidentally sick too). Slept in their room. Found it hard to sleep 'coz the room was so cold. I think I'm cold intolerant. I can survive without an aircon. I can even survive without a fan except during hot and humid days.
Mama asked me to fetch her at work today. That meant having to sacrifice Kitchie Nadal's gig tonight. It's alright. There'll be a next time. Anything for Mama.
I don't want to rant and rant tonight. Hmmm...Let me think of something to rave about. Enjoyed the morning lecture. Topic: exercise prescription. Yes. There's such a thing as an exercise prescription. Interesting. There's math involved. Hehe. After a series of computations, learned that I'm a couple of pounds over my desirable body weight. My prescription for myself? A 20 minute-ballroom dancing session 3x a week. As if I'll follow that regimen. Hehe. Just for the sake of seatwork. Also learned that surfing the net doesn't burn much calories and should therefore be minimized. I'm not joking. Got this info from the exercise pyramid that the lecturer discussed. As if I'll sacrifice my net hours. Another cute fact: Malling is considered a form of exercise. Yeah! Brisk-walking from Megamall's Building A to B is equivalent to a 5-minute workout. That I can do. :-)

Sunday, February 06, 2005

I’m a fan of Summit books. They’re the ones you can find in the Juvenile Section of National Bookstore. They’re this era’s Sweet Dreams. If you don’t know what Sweet Dreams pocketbooks are, you’re definitely not from my generation. Hehe. Anyway, stumbled on this list. I marked the items. My friend’s guy friend told her that this list applies to guys as well.

Things I Want in a Boyfriend/Husband

Kind ***
Great sense of humor (able to laugh at himself) ***
The biggest supporter of my dreams – my own rah rah boy ***
Passionate about his work ***
Sweet and malambing – loves to touch and hold me all the time ***
Is a little boy at heart – has a child’s innocence and innate trust in the world and mankind *
Highly-tolerant, open-minded ***
Is sweet to his mother ***
Well-read ***
Loves to travel and see the world ***
Remembers things I say, even ones I’ve already forgotten I’ve said **
Someone who always looks after my welfare ***
Has a great deal of respect for women ***
A hopeless romantic ***
Loves to give me backrubs and footrubs ***
Smells good! ***
Loves my family and friends ***
Fiercely loyal ************************************
Someone who dresses well, knows what looks good on him **
Doesn’t smoke **
Someone who openly considers me his best friend ***
Someone who surprises with nice little meaningful presents **
Loves to make love and constantly looks for ways to spice up the sex act (um, when I get married, I’d probably give this ***)
Outdoorsy and athletic *
Has wonderful, expressive eyes ***
Has nice little crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles *
Courageously pursues his dreams ***
Shares the conviction that the Brits are the world’s best lyricists *
Thinks me the smartest, the funniest, and the most intoxicating woman in existence! ***
Believes in marriage ***********************************
Believes in God ***************************************

Legend:
* - doesn’t matter
** - optional
*** - absolutely non-negotiable!

Source: Wander Girl by Tweet Sering

Saturday, February 05, 2005

Serendipity

Serendipity is the facility of making happy chance discoveries.
Horace Walpole, 1743


I’m floating on Cloud 9! Finally saw Serendipity (the movie). Watch it. Perfect for V-day (winks). Incidentally, there’s a book here entitled Serendipity Bible. It was lent to me by an Australian Catholic missionary priest. It’s used for bible-sharing sessions. Browsed through some of the pages. The book’s divided into mini-courses: Men’s, Women’s, Singles, Marriage, Parenting, Youth, Marketplace, Spiritual Formation, Special Needs and Recovery. Guess the course I’m taking now (winks-winks). An interesting read. No tranquilizing effect. Hehe.
Going back to Serendipity (the movie), there's a song there that I really like. It's entitled Waiting in Vain. I love Bob Marley's version. I hate Cher's. MYMP's version is quite ok too. Not sure if the lyrics are right. Got them from a site.
WAITING IN VAIN
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love.
From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl,
My heart says follow t’rough.
But I know, now, that I’m way down on your line,
But the waitin’ feel is fine:
So don’t treat me like a puppet on a string,
’cause I know I have to do my thing.
Don’t talk to me as if you think I’m dumb;
I wanna know when you’re gonna come - soon.
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love,
’cause if summer is here,I’m still waiting there;
Winter is here,And I’m still waiting there.
Like I said:
It’s been three years since I’m knockin’ on your door,
And I still can knock some more:
Ooh girl, ooh girl, is it feasible?
I wanna know now, for I to knock some more.
Ya see, in life I know there’s lots of grief,
But your love is my relief:
Tears in my eyes burn - tears in my eyes burn
While I’m waiting - while I’m waiting for my turn,
See!I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love, oh!
I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna -I don’t wanna wait in vain.
I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna -I don’t wanna wait in vain.
No, I don’t wanna (I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna -I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna wait in vain) -
No I - no I (I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna - I don’t Wanna - I don’t wanna wait in vain) -
No, no-no, i, no, I (I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna -I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna wait in vain) -
It’s your love that I’m waiting on (I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna -I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna wait in vain);
It’s me love that you’re running from.
It’s jah love that I’m waiting on (I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna -I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna - I don’t wanna wait in vain);
It’s me love that you’re running from.