She shoots, she scores..because you're dead.

Rikasari has yet updated her abode. Gifted she is, oh yes. I am too. If you're referring to a person who's indenial, (why do I get this from a lot of people...that's annoying) who cusses and acts like a priss, (ok maybe that was egzagerating..good lord I have not yet succeeded from spelling..and yes after much energy wasted googling..it's exaggerating, haha how shameful.) but at the same time one who actually knows what is going on in her brain, (amusement to me, really) and someone who is most likely to make the world more profound place to live in. ( I'm not sure why I event wrote that) Well partially because (a) I have a good corrupted brain..ok scratch that corrupted, wait let's just leave this matter unattended, (b) In speakable manner, I am someone with courtesy and passion to do something (what is your passion? haa see. you don't know; I do. Pun intended) (c) I am FTW. And no it's not fuck the world, (or so it is to Dian) it bares the meaning as, for the win. Directed from Megan Chng, ftw is used to something that totally pawns everything else. (like, Jasper Hale ftw, Alex Pettyfer's ass ftw, etc) Ok I do sound a little retarded here, but come on, half you may not even know what ftw means! (Come on, just play along and say you don't know it, even if you do) Well at least it's better than not knowing how to post Youtube videos to your blog (haha sorry, I have no other differences to put in) or not knowing how to cycle. (I for one, admit that I CAN'T CYCLE, yeah do laugh.) But it's okay, all you gotta do is to feel good about yourself..then everythings gonna turn out right (here we go selfless mumblings again)

World would be a better place if I look good wearing it

Well actually to think of it I might look good in it... (indenial again) for my legs are well shaped to be flaunt off, but you see I end up lacking in the chest department (growing now, but not that I care *scoffs*) so the image of perfect fit will be torned. (I might end up looking as if I wore a black plastic bag where they use to throw all rubbish in it) Hello Munira..if you happen to be reading this. Hello Johan, if you happen to criticize my language again, stop the madness please. Something got me thinking..(ok this is directed to mun again) since I am a trash when it comes to cycling, how about you letting your Madiha be my personal cycling guru? Ain't that awesome? (come on...I know you're smiling) Well actually I don't need your approval, ugh, why do I even bother asking because (a) Munira doesn't own Madiha (well she claims to, but whatever), (b) I can ask Madiha to teach me when Munira's off to Japan getting her ass and feet numb (because of no winter jackets; yet. so much for beautiful is pain) and (c) ... wait, do you even have a bike?

Err. Very well then.

(in a feeble attempt to leave the previous discussion) In another a few more hours (minutes, I hope) I shall get my ass off and start packing for a one week stay in the caven, (or haven, incase my dad decided to get curious and stumbles upon this, hello dad) of course, study. Chemistry and Biology bibles are left untouched on the table, poised in a sense to give impression on other people who (which in reality, no one ever comes in my room except myself, really) ever been to my room these past few feeks. (oh, wait...Nisha did, and I evidently caught her staring at it, well it's working then)

Ainil, if you ever read this, I think I am missing a part of you in my life, Syaiton.
(when you get back, an outing and one day to chill at your crib is a must)