he is a little man. he seemed to love his job. he does his job with pride. and the way he does it, doesn’t annoy me. he’s a little man with a big heart.

i wanna be like the little man. only problem is i’m huge. annoyingly huge, and i don’t care about the big heart. i want a big… yanno.

don’t bash my mom in front of my face. i might get emo (or turn green) and punch you right between the eyes.

and you’ll get a broken nose, bitch!

i’d rather watch project runway than futureweapons. something is not right.

heidi klum is the shiznit. one day you’re in, the next you’re out.

nothing seems to be working. i might commit social suicide later this week.

business as usual at Rumah Ilham after a while. yeah, like a year a while.

i saw someone brought a set of scrabble. nostalgia, pffft…

i kinda miss using the word ‘DONAT’ whenever i get the chance. yea, things happened, changes happened. we all move on with life.

feels different when i start to give a damn again, it feels right.

i really miss it.