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.
HELP ME. I FEEL SO WEAK THAT I CAN BARELY MOVE MY BACK. THANKS TO THE CONTAMINATED FISH I ATE, IT'S DRIVING ME UP THE WALL. BLUE VOMIT CAME OUT AFTER THAT. BLUE, OKAY. NOT YOUR REGULAR GREEN OR YELLOWISH VOMIT. NOW THAT I'M 50:50 VOMIT PHOBIC, I'M NEVER EVER GONNA VOMIT BLUE. STAY AT YELLOW.
Seriously, that fish brought its friend, blue vomit. Blue vomit sucks. It's sick. What I need right now is a drug that can make me sleep. No, I'm not abusing drugs. I need plenty of rest.
Pathetic fallacy: Rad is well. I practically chased Pul from one end to another and his reason for running slow, he almost fell. What a reason. Admit it I'm a cheetah inside. *evil laughter*
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