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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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Friday, April 18, 2008
My stand.


If I see you, or he or she again, God help me.
I'll stab my eye with a blue ink pen if I must.
Or red. Or green. Or purple.
Whichever is available when that happens.


Okay, I was abit offensive two posts before this one. The thing is, I want you to realise that you can't criticize people all you want. Okay, I'm sorry Pooty.

One of those days where you wonder if you've said the right things to the significant people, done things you wished you had at defining moments, whether you've earned enough to outlast the month...


Lighten up.
We're not promised great things tomorrow for the things we've done today, or yesterday or the day before. Heck, why am I even thinking about tomorrow?

I live for today.

Truth is, I got over you days before you got him. Terror, eh?


P.s: I miss my last year. I friggin' don't know why.

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