… and i am obsessed with the color red.
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my toenails are red. i’m wearing red shorts. my school bag is red. my fav shoes are red. my bold words are in red. my header is red. my edited pictures are in red. heck, my friendster profile pic is in red.
when i’m done with school (because i don’t wear a tudung, and also i’ve had my fair share of visiting the discipline room; as a prefect and as a normal student), i’m getting red highlights in my hair :D
and a new red phone.
if i can have it my way, i’m getting a red lexus too. but okay. i’ll wait another lifetime for that. no rush :)
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sometimes you think you know the people around you, like the back of your hand. sometimes you think, life can’t possibly throw you any more suprises, cos you’ve seen it all. sometimes you think, ‘this is it, no more bullshit, i’m not getting suckered into this anymore, you take your crap and your stupid mind games and get away from me, far, far away from me.’
think again.
i’m an extremist, and i’m proud to be one.
why live your life toeing one straight boring line, when you can always push the limit? why hesitate, when the lights may very well go off any second? why listen to other people, why give a crap, why not paint the town red if you have the chance? why settle for something less, when you know you deserve more? when i very well deserve more?
i’m a proud, spontaneous extremist.
and i also can’t wait to get the hell out of here :) four more months.
