.while you were asleep.

you know when sumtyms you feel dat what you do is not enough.

you cannot satisfy everyone. even if everyone is yourself.

when the idliness and boredom collides.

you wish to run away from everything and just vaporise into thin air.

become one with the sun.

melt.

yes.

but when will the ultimate lesson of all time that nobody in this freakin' world is freakin' perfect?

is it? or is it just sum old sayings to comfort a LOSER's heart?

anyhow, i really miss pasir gudang right now.

miss the smell of pasir gudang filthy air.

miss the smell of the tiredness of my mother in her old van.

miss the smell of the top of yaya's head.





miss his smell the most.