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.
If you think b*tching about people makes you feel good/gain more friends, be it. As long you don't do it to me or my friends.
I'm tired. I'm tired of wringing my brains to remember the jolly good times we used to have. Fine, I'm jealous and felt as if I wanna kill you guys one by one because you took someone whom I really wanna grow up with. Because I treat that person as my sibling. It's not your fault. It's not mine. It's just destiny, doing what it should. I have to accept this. Accept the fact that I no longer have a place in your heart. Don't just say your heart-s, I don't even have a place anywhere beside you. Hell yeah, I miss you. But there's nothing I can do about it. I used to be one of you, but for sure, if I cannot be found, it surely means that I don't wanna be found.
Brighten up, I have to move on although I dislike the situation I'm in. It's my choice, and my choice alone. And I don't hate you. Although sometimes, I do feel the hatred.
Who else I've got? *thinks* I know. I got everything I ever wanted. I just need to open my eyes & heart to see who's there for me. I wanna get sedated today with Pul & A'an. Bring back those memories la guys.
At least I saw you today. We hugged. But somehow I wish we could fly to the stars, where we'll be alone. Our fingers intertwine, eyes staring gorgeously to each other.. Don't let go. How am I being doing? Doing just fine. Living without worries. Can I not let you go the next time?
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