# Basket Case
SPM is just around the corner in my face; but all I can do is zoom out on my iTunes, jogging, watching French movies on the pretext of ’studying’, pampering myself with scrubs and rubs; and spending too much time following my mum around town looking at stuff in supermarkets.
The picture is a basket Azlan and I shared when we were in Mercato a month back; when he was accompanying me in Bukit Bintang while we waited for my mum.
Simple pictorial reason to why in a decade to come, the faggot and I should up our sticks, get married and move to Pahang where we shall have kids by artificial insemination.
I seriously think I should stop listening to this depressing Japanese shakuhachi music.