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.