Hannibal Lecter’s Whore: Blog Of

Come up to meet ya, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need ya
And tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions
Oh let’s go back to the start
Running in circles, coming in tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart.
Questions of science, science and progress
Don’t speak as loud as my heart.
Tell me you love me, and come back and haunt me,
Oh, when I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing tails
coming back as we are.

Nobody said it was easy
It’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy.
No one ever said it would be so hard
I’m going back to the start.

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I’ve done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D’you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D’you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you

[Chorus]

I follow the Moskva / down to Gorky Park
listening to the wind of change
An August-summernight, / soldiers passing by
listening to the wind of change.
The world is closing in, / did you ever think
that we could be so close, like it brothers?
The future’s in the air / I can feel it everywhere
blowing with the wind of change.
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change.
Walking down the street. / Distant memories
ate burried in the past forever.
I follow the Moskva / down to Gorky Park
listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
with you and me. / Take ma to the magic...
The wind of change
blows straight into the face of time,
like a stormwind that will ring the
freedom bell / for peace of mind.
Let your Balalaika sing
what my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic...

As I was surfing through the internet, I came across with this very informative site on debt management. Perhaps the best part of it is the fact that it has been the most trusted FREE debt consolidation online, and it works first with having debt consultation (and of course, that is done online).

The people given aid? Well, plainly EVERYONE… everyone across the globe and across cultures. It helps people get away from the uneven situation of debtors-creditors. Of course, the ultimate goal is for one to be debt-free, and not always at the mercy of the hungry creditors. The key word here in affordable payment every month – something that would not be heavy for the debtor.

I find it funny that this is one thing that the Philippines should have – debt management. With our ever-increasing foreign debts that even the unborn Filipinos are entitled to pay, perhaps our public officials and those in office should consider this option. If we have freedom of expression, freedom from torture (our freedom and liberties are actually quite a long list), perhaps we should also include freedom from debt.

I find it really funny that when you start working on your own, you start to have different priorities. Your likes and dislikes change. You change.

Working outside the country which will always be my comfort zone means so much. And more than anything else, it means independent. You decide what to do with your life (and that’s quite disturbing!), and you have no asses to kiss for you are on your own. You don’t have to please people in the first place (most especially your parents). That’s one of the peaks living outside the family and outside the country.

Which brings me to another point: coping up with the culture of the new place. One thing I really noticed is that people here are really so easy with disposing their money. SO different from where I grew – where money and spending have values that you need to learn.

And that’s one thing I am learning here – coping up with their lifestyle. Not that I am required to do so. Here, every adult seem to have a credit card or two. And the good part is that there are a lot of services and information offered for those ‘greenhorns in the field’. So not only that your fed with information as regards different credit card offers, you are also told how to use the thing wisely. (Well, I hope that does not sound like I am still home…)

While looking through your old box of notes
I found those pictures I took
That you were looking for
If there’s one memory I don’t want to lose
That time at the mall
You and me in the dressing room
I told myself I won’t miss you
But I remember
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

The bed I’m lying in is getting colder
Wish I never would’ve said it’s over
And I can’t pretend… I won’t think about you when I’m older
Cause we never really had our closure
This can’t be the end
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
(And I think you should know this)
(You deserve much better than me)

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.