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 -.-" )

Trust Me, Its Really Funny.

It'd make more sense if you worked at the same place as I do, trust me.
And by the way, Azuin is my Store Manager. We HATE her.

This I Promise You.

Come on.

We both know that I'm old enough to

understand what's happening before my eyes.

There's no need to pretend that things are okay,

when it really is not.

In case you haven't notice, I've been through the scenario before

and look at me today, I still am breathing. Aren't I?

So don't bother hiding those tears.

Because a daughter always know.

I promise we're gonna make it through this.

I'll be fine, you'll be fine. We will all be just fine.

I promise you.

Dont worry now.

I won't judge you, mom.