even during my idle moments, i still find ways to communicate and let the whole world know that i’m doing shit and I want to get out of it! Friendster, Yahoo Messenger and my mp3 compilation play as my life support and yes(you bet), my anchor to keep me in place. I need more distraction to keep my head above the surface though. I always want to be working on something so my body wouldn’t freeze and sink. I want to keep myself busy and take my mind far from the world I see and I am now getting used to living.
Am I getting myself across? Can you hear me choking on every word I say? Or am I too far away now? How can I get to where you are? Dreams. Success. Bliss. These ardous attempts always seem to resemble failure whenever I feel the sand beneathe my feet. I want to stop swimming and finally get to the shore. By then I can die under the burning heat sipping a singapore sling with my face to the sun.
