The butter herb chicken chop served at design school western stall has me enamored, with all of it depositing throughout my body. The duo sauntered to the nearby video store to rent old flicks, just to burn non-inspirational moments during FYP and MWKP. The abrupt cloudburst is washing my windows with John mayer serenading me. I promise myself to boil down to serious work once I'm done watching this movie starring Adrien Brody (by the way, he's a brilliant actor).

I'm on a high cloud almost-nine. (: