as promised.

there are certain moments, certain days and nights and the minutes in between that make me think..

why do i even bother?

in one of them days.

i never seem to remember or understood why, in my younger days, i enjoyed being sick(sick in a not-so-sickly-kind-of-way). i would spend the whole day laying in my bed, wrapped from head to toe with dozens of blankets, with nothing but my thoughts, a thermometer by my side, and the from-time-to-time check-ups by my mom and dad.

i used to like that. i used to.

maybe it's because my thoughts are rather unbecomingly, turning into a bad companion. maybe it's just really me.

because i had nothing else to do. and my ears have been screaming music:

http://forthesakeofurl.imeem.com/

it's a playlist site, the sort. but you have to sign up to hear it. won't take more than a few minutes to do.

cute.

silent and drifting.

that's what i've found myself becoming these days; with a cup of coffee and crackers sprawled on the floor as my companion and dinner, i sit staring at the playful colors of yellow, red, and white in the canvas of the night sky. i've found a place quite similar to when i was a six year old beneath the covers of pillows and blankets and stuffed toys. but instead of imaginary houses or hidden gardens, i met my abode with the heights of a fifteen floor building and the gustling wind.

i'm liking it up here, really.