Longetivity of getting stoked
I shall remind you again, this humble abode does not want to be linked in any sort of other blogrings or rolls or any terms netizens here use whatsoever, merci beacoup.
blip, blip. It's 5.16 am and I am godwillingly able to stare at the computer (evidently, the fluid inside my brain is starting to rumble..wait can fluid rumble?) and La Prima Festa awaits! And to think of an outfit that fits for the festa, tuiton and a one night ride to hometown (cue; crooked face..no not the crooked smile) has never gotten into me. I should know, I still am bad in promising myself...(rambles, mumbles) and Isya' has not been performed yet! 30 minutes in count, or I am doomed. For I did not have any reason to leave my prayers unattended... NO EXCUSES.
- I am getting that earthy skimmers just so you know; in your face!
I am telling you I am doomed - falling in style. (because I have a great unsharpen brain and good sense in fashion)
Mr. Nice, I have a name. (though silently admiring whatever you are calling me now; and I think you have a crush; on me! (:)