satisfied.

over and done with it. ive already managed to put my playlist on this wretched of a webpage. im done. i wont ask for anything else. and honestly, im thru with my web-session. i dnt know what to write. i cant write a single, organized article, and my style is distasteful as well as choppy. im planning to close this thingee over here. no purpose really. it didnt serve as my medium to air out my complicated ideas, senseless thoughts. no purpose.

the list above are my current favorite songs, and the only ones i can find in the net that are for free. i dont want to spend so much for my obsession, so i want everything to be free. i do hope you ( people who will come upon the page by accident) will like it. thanks a many to www.music-galore.net. love this site!

im including the lyrics of my most favorite song at the moment, Bamboo's "Much Has Been Said". Unfortunately, i couldnt find any free thingees on the web so i wasnt able to post it as one of the tracks in my playlist. i really love this song. the first time ive heard it, i was hooked. i dnt mind playing it over and over again may you accuse me of redundancy, to hell i care.

Much has been said
Said you never leave
Why’d it have to be
Harder than it had to be
Don’t you throw blame
You were a part of this
Wasn’t suppose to end
With us just walking away
So many times we tried
Holding on to the pain but in my baby’s eyes I see my shame
Asking why you had to leave
Wasn’t I strong enough to make you see
That the biggest part of this
It’s not about you and me
But just be wrong if we held on
Maybe tomorrow we’ll find
A taste for the old days hard lessons
We’ve left behind
This mirrors an open door
I can barely stand to see myself
I don’t know what to do anymore
I’m crying out for helpOhh lord
Much has been saidWill I never learn
Keeping my fingers crossed

Praying for my luck to turn
But I can’t complain

I’m living it easy
Job’s keeping me busy

Going crazy
Can’t describe the way it felt
When you left said your goodbyes

It just seems crazy for me to think
That I’ll find love a second time
But we all know how it all wraps up in the end
Maybe tomorrow we’ll find
Ohhh lord…What am I leaving behind
Sweet how we see the big picture when your life’s not on the line
I know the way out but do you see what I see
A tortured life always second guessing the bookie
Put money on the table thought that was all I had to do
Never came home

Never said a word to you
No one ever said it was going to be easy…

Easy start over again this time this time
Let’s do it right
Start over again this time this time
Let’s keep the fires burning
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he just met her through a casual introduction. that's where every deep love starts. but she didnt like him, his baby-boy face illuminated by the dark color of his skin irriated her at first. his voice hurting her ears everytime he utters a word. the way he carries himself - how he dresses, how his hair become so stiff with the mass of gel he puts on to it, down to the punk bracelet that he wears on his right wrist. everything about him makes him a bit of a laughingstock to her. and his confidence just made her scrutinize him even more. he is no guy for her. nothing but a mere specie. that's it. average joe as they call it now. worse, average joe trying to be favio. well, though she isnt much of a catch either - with her bad haircut, acne-infested face, drum of a belly, and set of second-hand clothes that marks her forehead with "weirdo" to complete the package, she hated him. she despised his guts and thinks of him as one pretentious little pussycat who thought of the world as a stage. with his mask on along with a star-studded costume, he tries so hard to convince everyone that he is actually acting, playing the lead role of his own movie titled, His Life. And she loathes him for this. she reviles the fact that this boilerplate is actually playing the same game as she is. she, who seemed too different for everyone else. a game which everybody plays but very few people admit that they are indeed a player. a game of acting and mockery. so she hated him.

but as the days progress, fate made it possible for them to be able to spend time knowing each other better. he became her seatmate. they would not only sit together during class, they would also be going home together since their ways were the same. they would have lunch together, giving silliest punches on the arms.they became friends.

then one day, he leaned against her. she felt a passing shock that made her see him in a new light. he had suddenly become a pretty sight to her. his comely smile, his eyes, his hair, his everything. this is apart from his smell that drove her crazy. his smell that made her want to touch him, caress him, and kiss him tenderly.

she then started to look forward to the time when they would be together, sitting on the bus beside each other. the side of his face on her shoulder.

she likes him. no explanations. she likes him, secretly. by stealth, she would make him hers. her motivation. her world. her love. it doesnt matter to her if he feels the same way towards her, so long as she would be allowed to admire him, cherish him, and love him. it doesnt matter. she would keep him secretly in her world where no one lives but her, and no one plays any game of mockery, only honesty.