And here stood a too tall figure as he busied with himself; ignorant to his surrounding. Too preoccupied to his mirror image reflected by the shining mirror-like surface of the building he was facing. He couldn’t help but to find himself sometimes — a little too attractive. But of course that was just an unspoken and unpopular opinions of his own. Yet still, he couldn’t help but to admire himself once in a while; once when he was in his dormant state
“Who’s the man? You’re the man.” Tiny Timmy, yes, you’re the man!










