watch this and you will hear yourself squeeking with terrible joy, just what i will do everytime i click play.





i am finished with essays. *applaud* and supprisingly, i recalled back about the boy called Forsythe. his intrests, his talents and especially his habbits.
i am lucky i've already met the semi-similar. (:

tomorrow will obviously be a beautiful sunday. it's so clear that i can smell it. likewise, spending my morning with coffee and mr tauhuey alone is already a ritual. oh, let me not forget waking up to see mr hippo first thing in the morning. somehow, it will end itself up infront of my face, waiting patiently for me to open my eyes after a dream. things are brighter on Sundays. when going out to get breakfast two hours after the crack of dawn, the illuminated faces by every grin makes my day easy and the smell of the morning dew keeps me going. the old man who sits with his morning paper greets me good morning in malay reminds me of why we shouldn't rush in life. his pet dog that always sleeps by his side constantly amuses me.

i can't wait for tomorrow.