I wonder why the wind keeps blowing you to my mind.

Coldest of seasons. Sleepless nights. Nights I long for the touch I once enjoyed. The connecting of two souls - intertwined and one. Never ending. Or so I thought it was. The sweetest heartfelt kisses. The dreams of future of us being together. Weaving the life we will have.

Stuck on the point between rupture and rapture. The point were you are not stuck anymore to the lonliness of the cold, dark nights.

The haze fills my eyes. But not as frequent as it was. Not as painful as it was. This is crossing over. This is moving on. Will I bother writing you the letters you once enjoyed, saying that I am sorry? It is too late - very late. In fact, I wouldn't even bother. I've never been so aware of the life. It feels so wonderful to be alive - again. Do I enjoy this? No, but sooner than later, I will.

Now I wonder why the wind keeps blowing you to my mind. Is this love? Is this hate? When all this is over, and everything is serene like once it was when you are not in my life, I will smile, laugh even. Because I feel so alive. Alone but alive. Will I learn from this? Yes I will. And thank you for that. Thank you for your four letter lie.

Will you ever learn?

So what’s the point in all of this? When you will never change. The days have past, the weather’s changed, should I be sorry?
Could I be sorry? I did it all for you, Hoping you would see. Your eyes are dull, your hands are clenched. Are we ready?
But you think about yourself. Only but yourself. But what about…Un-lonely nights, romantic moments. The love. What about them?
Throw it all away. You know me well. You know it’s wrong. Then what is it you feel? You hide behind those perfect smiles.
It won’t fool me because you already did. But you think about yourself. Only but yourself. But what about…Un-lonely nights, romantic moments. The love. What about them? Throw it all away.
The perfect dates, the sweetest kisses.
What about them -Throw it all away.

Meeting Room 4 and Some SOB who ruined some people's day.

Whaw... This day has been so depleting for me. I've spent almost the whole day on a small room for the following tasks:

• Code Review preparation (am)
• SCEA Review, conducted by yours truly (pm)
• Code Review (pm)
• Standup meeting (pm)

Whoa... I am so tired.

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Yeah, just minutes ago, I learned a news that was so long ago forgotten, that when some development happened, I was shocked, especially when my NAME was included on the NEWS.

Ely Roqueza, a maniacal, comical stooge, IMed me in YM, and told me that Nene* learned the news of her supposedly starring a scandal. Well, that mail was started by a seemingly reluctant Bryan Sy (because he is in love with her or something) but he gave in eventually after 2 minutes I think. It included Nene in the nude but her face was blocked by a black rectangular thingy often seen in murder movies that do not like the star to be exposed. Well, the likeness is staggering, all the way to her petite figure.

Anyways, that has been, like, months ago. So, Ely just IMed me out of nowhere and says that Nene is now in the light regarding this "scandal" issue. Like a well-rehearsed star, she denied the fact with an amused dejection. Meaning, she just brushed off the issue and she was saying that I am a fan of hers. (Because the mail was sent to her and from the lower most mail sender, is yours truly's name. Lols. Well, Bryan is the one who sent that to me and I don't know the jabrony whom I sent it.

Ok, I have a fault here, but hey, come on! Why do I have to take the blame, (well, I am just overreaacting, Nene is not blaming anyone)? Well, that's life...

Hehehehe... Tarantado ka Louie! Bat mo sinened amp! Tapos pinutol mo pa yung other senders. Amf! Natuwa ka pa sabihin kay Nene na sinened din sayo. Manyak! Hehehe...

*A Mapua figure on Astronomical fame.

Between rupture and rapture.

Rupture: state of being torn or burst open
Rapture: ecstasy: a state of being carried away by overwhelming emotion

In the veins of the ultraviolet light,
the phosphor is starting a fire
shooting up in the iodine;
its turning on

rupture the wall around my heart
I feel so lost,
i've been shaking. You can't save me
(forget what the doctor said)
every bird in mid-flight is calling out your name
before it hits the window and it sings the rapture

without a second opinion
the chemicals saturate
to counteract the code
through the double-helix we are twisting
(too scared to let this go)
someone call the head nurse
she's coming to the capitol
to wrap us up and throw us in the dirt, with a dream thats turning off

rupture the wall around my heart
i feel so lost,
i've been shaking. You can't save me
(forget what the doctor said)
every bird in mid-flight is calling out your name
before it hits the window and it sings the rapture

we're coming to the capitol
the distance between us will rupture
coming to the capitol
in our hearts the disease wont touch us
coming to the capitol

love, now its too late
(love) to turn this off
alone is all we are
even when we we feel this close
it's just a lie we believe

these are the words that escape from our lungs,
rupture the wall i've built around my heart
i've been shaking
you can't save me
Im turning off
we can't find a way
out of this moment
were lost in a dark hallway