for the record, i stood - yes stood - for 4 hours and plus. and all i had was a stare from him, a sneer remark from a lady, lots of sweat and crumbling knees.

all for an autograph. how pathethic this life can be, yea?

that's why i love to read, sense, indulge in daily struggles. you know, to compensate myself that i 'may' not be alone leading a tragicomedy life. ya know what i mean?

and that is why too i love to see movies like crash. so real one. so dramatic. and got don cheadle some more. he good i tell you. all his films i saw him (ocean's 11, hamburger hill, traffic, boogie nights, hotel rwanda)he acting very intense one.

just like my muther-intense-watching-indonesian drama on thursday nights. she actually shouted at the screen pasal not happy with the character.

so weird one this family.