i mof'in thought it was pocong. but it was that guy from the second storey(maybe) across having hes skipping ropes workd out. yeahh geez he was wearing white and hopping and jumping in the middle of the night at the court. dayme. padahal padahal.

taxis using the old school radio to pick em up on call passengers is the ish mangg. like the conversation between the driver and operator. wahh plain singlish lahh deyy and its funny how they go around finding their passengers with the help of the radio. ahh technologies.

what i notice about Jerry Bruckheimer's movies and dramas and series is that most of em end with some slow-mo act with insert sentimental(erm...) music that fits perfectly in the finishing scene. and i guess thats how he got me addicted to CSI and Black Hawk Down and amazing race and etc(s). i dont know but i think its that stuff he do. got this impact(sad,happy,exhilirating,erecting...oops) to the audiences. and i think its very the cool. coo.

ahh spanar. spanner? i feel like my back is breaking up after all those works.

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when youre mad or angry and stuffs. take a sit. and when the heat doesnt vent enough. lie down and watch the stars gaze. and when you see a shooting star,

subhanallah.

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