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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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Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Surrounded.

Mood: Unbelievable. I can't believe this is happening.


This feeling is the same as insecurity. But no, I can't believe it. I realize people's hating me like I'm one kind of a stereotype. Some say I'm the brave & daring one, some say I'm hilarious, some say I'm arrogant.. what more am i? I still haven't know WHAT I really am. As in, what's my personality. I ain't that arrogant, that brave, that hilarious. I'm just me. At this moment, the presence of hate can be felt everywhere I go. But thanks to Razy, he managed to say that I'm really a good friend that he's counted on. He even told his friend that hates me that I'm not that bad once you get to know me. Sweet kan. Kan? Kan? Aku tau.

Believe me, hating me doesn't really matter. What matters most is, you manage to say it in front of my face and not at the bloody back of mine. As the old saying goes, hated by many, loved by one. Hating me doesn't really matter.


The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.
And for that, the obvious things are the people around me.
They aren't real.
They won't be real.
So am I.
Got nowhere to run.

Labels: How could this happen to me?


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