Where pigs can fly. And life is good.

whats wrong
job- why cant i seem to find the kind of work i want to do?
job-crazy work load
friends- haven't spoken in ages
scooter battery died

whats right
mum-dad
me n abhi
friends- they don't hate me. yet.
i can still make up songs about everything

i have so many things to do. that i really want to do. when will i do them?