all my cool friends are on friendster.

shall i go back? or not. na-ah. multiply is good for now.

baby steps, baby steps.

still haven’t had a good sleep lately. sleeping is a curse like gazing through the open window of despair. i don’t want to wake up soaked on a wet pillow. i’d rather get soaked with extra moolah on my bedside. atleast work is something to look forward lately. this morning my boss asked me to design the company site. i still haven’t gone around to it. still busy dealing with nothing. preoccupied with things i know will lead me nowhere.

sometimes i ask myself, why am i still doing this? why i choose to get drowned in my darkness is beyond me. why am i still hoping when at this point i am soo done moping. and for crissakes, why am i still listening to the smiths? john kusack’s character in high fidelity asks, “did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?“

baby steps, baby steps.