Fourth 'Super-Something' July!

This happens 366 days ago.

It took place in the heart of the city.

The atmosphere is somewhat irksome, 

yet amusing at the same time.

People pushes through, making their way.

On the background, music's blasting real loud.

Sweats. Sweats. Sweats--everywhere.

This bunch of kids were there too.

Queasy smiles, and returned handshakes.

The familiar noise.

With unfamiliar faces

"Shit."

"Shit."

The music blares again, louder.

"This actually sounds good."

"Yeah, feel like joining the crowd?"

"Sure."

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And the rest is history.

They sing.

They dance.

They collide.

As a matter of fact, today is the 366th day.

They've been a bunch of buddies ever since.

Crime partners. Laughing machines. Music mates. You name it.

Three hundred sixty six days and counting. 

p/s: dudes & dudettes sekalian, thanks untuk 04072009. 

kita memang super-something jyeah!  ♥

Time Is Running Out.

Three days left, and I haven't packed a single shit.

Artie Abrams.

And oh before I go to bed, I have to get this thing outta my head. A song.

I dont know the title nor the singer. Heard it when I watched Glee the other day.

The boy on the wheelchair sung it beautifully.

Its just this one line.One particular line.

Its been playing over and over again. 

"Dream a little dream of me."

Hm. 

Goodnight, I guess.

and oh, dream a little dream of me.

Um Dois Três Quatro Cinco Seis & Sete!

Its 7-0. Grinning. Seven. Grinning wider.
Hey, Meireles Tiago Almeida Ronaldo Simao & Liedson,
give yourselves a big pat on the back. 

My Portuguese heroes, let's prove them wrong and kick those Brazilian ass this Friday.

Jyeah!

p/s: I do believe that with Eusebio da Silva Ferreira being there watching,it brings a lil more luck to the team.

Blahs.

Sigh.

Can't remember what its like to be excited over something, or anything.

Wake up every morning with a slight pang inside.

The same ol' dejection. Nothing new.

Wasting daylights in bed.

Too many wasted daylights in bed.

And the introspection goes on. Abiding, really.

Tell me, is it an adaptive response,

or plain depression?

Hm.

K-Stew, K-Stew.

I  have the hots for her--the look, the whole attitude and stuff.Go check this out.

Kristen Stewart--2010 MTV Movie Award

Freedom Smells Like Sean John's Unforgivable.

After 63 sweats-ful days, here it comes.
Two words--I QUIT.
You heard me. I fuckin' quit.
Screw the boss, screw the payday, screw it all.

p/s: this is some celebration people, so somebody somewhere PLEASE get drunk for me!
( I'm a Muslim so liquor's totally off limit -.-" )