A couple days back, I discovered why Nick Twisp likes Frank Sinatra so much. It's catchy, in an oldie kind of way and I guess I'm finally starting to find my taste in music... kind of.

One of the songs that I've been listening from Sinatra is "New York, New York", and I can't help but want to be there faster...

In other departments, I don't know why I'm pissed at this holiday season. My work hours are longer, my paycheck is less than what it seems, red lights every stop light, the person who's in front of me is slower, I don't have a social life. It's like problems are handed to me one by one, as if the test of time and trial is trying to score one on me, but I'm just persistent and won't let it.

I really do think that the East Coast is the solution to all my problems. Not really the East Coast, rather than a huge distance away from my family and old friends. It feels like I've done everything that I wanted to do at that stage, and I have nothing else left to do, which in turn makes my life boring and impossible to liven up...

In all seriousness, I'm tired of waiting. It's not that I want instant gratification, but I just want my results to be commensurate with my good effort for withstanding patience, crap and the other whatnots that are factoring in my currently boring life now. Bah.

I feel like Scrooge. I thought Rice-A-Roni and a movie would help me overcome this problem of grumpiness, but apparently it has done the opposite. I really, really, really, don't know why.