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You can call me Rad. I'm madly in love with Rihanna Robyn Fenty. I'm 18 years old, grows a year older every 16th July. I love dancing, laughing & eating. I have high metabolism, that's why I don't really gain weight; and I hate it. And I'm an avid foodie. I eat food when I'm hungry & bored. I'm afraid of elephants, teletubbies & evil clowns. I'm disgusted with poisonous & stinging creatures too. Example given, the bee & the hornet. RAD stands for: R - Romantic A - Amazing, Adorable & Addictive D - Deranged I can be your friend, your enemy or whatsoever. I like quoting. So if you can't handle me at my worst, you can't get me at my best. To me, love means putting someone first before yourself. Add me up & we could talk. I don't believe in fairy tales, but sometimes, life needs fantasy to make our lives feel the magic.



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Sunday, March 30, 2008
Rogue fever.

It was saturday and I've got my whole weekend off. But misery loves me and brought his little friend, slight fever. And fever has a son, sore throat. And sore throat has a sister, influenza. So we had a fancy schmancy tea party.

Rahmat & Aina lepaked with me though. Aina gave me Next Chill which I think she bought it. Rahmat accompanied me to buy something. My favourite man. You guys just know what a sick friend needs.

That's all I'm gonna write today. Throat just wants to abscond with head and never wanna see body again for the rest of it's natural life. Bloody cow, a good weekend wasted cause' my bodyparts cannot come to terms.

I love you. I tried not to. But I can't stop.
*//I'm delusional, prolly also demented. Fever makes you imagine things that aren't there. When you attempt to sweat it out, try break the effing fever, suddenly everybody's a jerkoff.

grabbed some ruffles @ 12:41 PM
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