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Name: Miguel Paolo Yap Nickname: Migs Birthdate: October 1, 1982 Gender: Male Height: 5'11" Nationality: Filipino School: University of Asia and the Pacific Eyes: Brown-close-to-black Hair: Natural Black Star Sign: Libra Girl Obsession: Oriental beauties Faves Movie: The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King TV Shows: Lost, Alias, WWE Raw, WWE SmackDown! Video Games: Samurai Warriors, Dynasty Warriors 4 Books: The Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion, Veronika Decides to Die Musicians: Brian McKnight, Utada Hikaru, Clay Aiken, Joss Stone Songs: Til They Take My Heart Away Athlete: Tim Duncan Dislikes: Nonsense music, Kobe Bryant, boy-bands, excessively kikay girls Relationship Status: Single 
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 Color It Red How can I choose the words to tell you Words I should've said before? Now more and more I long to hold you I wish you'd never close the door Now it's late and I feel older Having lost so much to you And though I kow everything is over How I wish it could be true That you would stay Oh no, a love like yours won't come my way I need you here when darkness comes I want you near before I turn and run I need you here when darkness comes I beg you here before I turn and run You gave me hope then gave me tears Though I could never blame you I'm calling out but no one hears How I wish it cold be true That you would stay Oh no, a love like your won't come my way I need you here when darkness comes I want you near before I turn and run I need you here when darkness comes I beg you here before I turn and run ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 7:58 PM 
Tina Arena So good When it's good I wanna spend my whole life lovin' you But I'm tired And you don't know how close I've come to leaving you You try my patience And you race me to the wire It takes every ounce of my will and desire If I didn't love you If I didn't love you like crazy If I didn't love you baby As much as I do I'd just walk out the door I couldn't take it anymore I wouldn't put up with what you put me through If I didn't love you It's hard But you won't give up 'till you Push me to the wall But I know You're the only one who'll be there for me When I call (oh yes you will) I can't help believing That it's worth it somehow Cause I've worked too damn hard To wanna give up now If I didn't love you If I didn't love you like crazy If I didn't love you baby As much as I do I'd just walk out the door I couldn't take it anymore I wouldn't put up with what you put me through If I didn't love you If I didn't love you Nah, If I didn't If I didn't love you like I do When you love someone Nothings black or white When the riptide runs There's no wrong or right I'll sail with you but I'll refuse to drown So don't you take me down, down Take me down down Don't you take me down, down, down If I didn't love you If I didn't love you I'd walk out that door I don't need it anymore Need to put up with what you put me through If I didn't love you If I didn't love you If I didn't love you If I didn't love you like I do o o o I'd walk out that door I'm not comin' back no more No more ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 7:28 PM
I think only God can do so. And even God throws people into hell. ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 9:34 PM
Have you ever said to yourself that you'd do something, but never do it? And then tell yourself, with more resolve, to do something, but still end up not doing it? Or practically vow to yourself with heaven, earth, and the powers that be as your witness that you would carry out some self-improving scheme that you could never pull off? Of course you have! Everyone has at some point, for sure. Maybe you're sick of it, maybe you just laugh it off. But it can be tragic. People love satisfying their insatiable ids and their petty whims as often as they can. All with hardly a thought for any potential consequences. Then lightning strikes, and they fry. They cry, they mourn, they wail, they tear their hair out and beat their breasts in lamentation. And then they resolve to avoid whatever disastrous shenanigans they'd been getting themselves into. Sure, they come clean for a while. Then temptation, the most talented seductress, comes knocking on the fragile doors of their hearts, and they crumble. Soon they're in their old wretched reverie again. And for what? More disaster. Maybe humans are born naturally masochistic. They live for pain. They pleasure themselves to no particular end, and get hurt. Then they shrug it off and find more ways of hurting themselves. They actually find that vicious cycle very pleasurable. They cannot understand and refuse to accept that the most pleasurable things are also the most insidious. Well, maybe they accept that the consequences bring twice as much pain as it does pleasure, but they simply don't care. Why? Because at the critical moment, it feels good. So what if the next hours, days, weeks, months or years get all fucked up? It doesn't matter. Live the moment. A "brave man" doesn't live long but a coward doesn't live at all. Sure, wise words. But easily twisted to give people an excuse to screw themselves up and feel good about it. But then in the end these same people either waste away or commit suicide. It just goes to show that human beings never learn. No, that human beings refuse to. ...at every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss... - Paolo Coelho, "Eleven Minutes" Migs, 6:49 PM
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