One Sunday evening...



Sunday.5:55pm...m sitting at my desk after a long wait of one of the writer to finish up his post.I was tired actually.I got class this morning and all I can think of was sleeping.Seeing him so eager composing his post made me waited for him. Like I expected, he is creative..just like d way he convey the stories of his post..but anyway m still bored waiting doing nothing so i made myself busy in the room acting like rockstar hahahaha not that I am one..cant play a single instrument huhuhu...
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