This was a crime scene that took place last year. This was my grandfather's. Maybe it was your grandfather's. Maybe its just belongs to the people. The first cut was the deepest but the first saturday of the year was sweet! No brown sugar but red sugar was presence at the crime scene.
Books. Littered with books, so I came inside with a broom and a duster and sweep the litter which are books and changed the shop name to Clean Come Inside.
Those shoes I picked out at Primark in the UK goes well with everything eh!
Therapy is a band. I've never listen to them and neither do I need a therapy for a problem I'm going to face in the next 4 years. My art is my drug and I don't even make art anymore. Tsk. Procrastination got to stop!
My beautiful lady that also happens to be my bestfriend. Sweet, intelligent and everything nice. Getting to know you was a choice but being in the same primary school is fate.
National Archives Of Kamarul