9:48 pm while doing some article..

Me: san ka
K: dto nko condo..kpgod. skul kp?
Me: nope. dito nko bahay.. i miss u =c
K: punta ka dito..?
Me: (i decided not to reply anymore..sigh)
K: ei..

see. the point of this entry is that im sooper busy i cant even entertain casual sex anymoore.. haha.

kidding. but yeah i really am busy.

yes, i am in love with you.

I was at your doorstep. It was past midnight. I can feel the cold air, numbing my skin. Sometimes I wish it could do the same to my heart, but it can’t. Feelings aflame for you can’t be put out by the freezing current of air. I was staring at your window; I know you’re still awake. I wanted to call your name, but there was no voice coming out from my mouth. I wanted to shout. I wanted to scream out loud: I love you! I love you! But I know it would only be heard by deaf ears now. I love you. I know u loved me. I just know. Even though you don’t say it out loud, your actions speak otherwise.

But why ignore? Why the cold treatment? And why do I have to realize the depth of my feelings for you now that you’ve started ignoring me? God it hurts so fucking much. I can’t believe I’m hurting this much.

I can still remember our last kiss. Bittersweet kiss. Who would’ve thought it was the last time I can taste your lips..if I had known then, I would’ve never let go of your kiss..i would’ve never let go of your embrace..i would’ve never let go of our borrowed time.. I guess it will always remain like this. Borrowed.

I decide to go home then…ill just come back some other time. Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe not. But I will. Before our borrowed time ends for us…forever.

whew. been awhile since i last posted anything from here. i was just busy as in. lots of school things can really kill my social life u know. how i wish that these things would end. wishful thinking ha.

details on my upcoming posts. im about to sleep.

"Love Is A Losing Game"

For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game

One I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand

Self professed... profound
Till the chips were down
...know you're a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Though I'm rather blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

i've never been into jazz music, but eversince i heard amy winehouse's music i just cant stop listening. there's something magnetic about her sound. her lyrics are frank, straightforward and honest. she has the gift of words. with all the crappy producers and fake artists making garbage music nowadays, amy winehouse is a breath of fresh air. it's just so sad that she's totally wasting her talent on drugs though. oh well, as long as she keeps on making grreat music i dont care. i just hope she'll be making great music for a while, because i cant seem to imagine the music industry without a truly gifted artist like her.