Sunday, February 13, 2005

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!)

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Say you love me!

You know I do.

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.

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