i think i've had enough of the fancy layouts for the blog and trying to find a suitable one which causes endless complications with codes and the need to arrange every single gadget they call it. so i'll keep it simple. as long as you can read.

life as a workaholic lasted for 4 days as a traffic counter at far east. i must say it wasn't the most comfortable of places to put your butt on for 6 hours 4 days straight. but i guess that's work. a routine. so long as the money at the end of the day supports your ass thats paining for days you work for.

i'm suffering from a lack of inspiration to do anything. music or even picking up the book which i borrowed off the library to read it. as enticing as the title might sound 'what men think about sex', it fails to seduce me into having sex with it. festive mood is on, but i feel off it even before it reaches the calender.

people will yak about the life i lead, but so long as the junk i do leads my night through seems to be just enough for now. reality sucks balls, but the future you promised seems to be a long forgotten past. changes everywhere. a year back and a year on does change alot of things. i wonder if people do see it. yet i'm blamed for constantly being a junk machine. you do the math.

alicia key's voice seem to be the only comforting tune of the night for now although it serves nothing to the way i feel. it just brings you a little optimism to life. goodnight.

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
Theres nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets hear it for New York, New York, New York
Welcome to the bright light.