Out in

The simple things that make me happy being with friends and loved ones, sharing stories and laughter. Meet my client,waiting,free muvi,iqah's spagetti,isma's birthday and karaole in yazlie's car with iqah and rizal. What to do, my life is great.

Kebebasan Bersuara

I can only speak for myself, but yes. This is what it feels like when people only want to relate to parts of me. Take it for what it is. Humanity only sees what they want to, and just be glad to touch part of a heart.

like a g6!

Can i stop survive ?

I am well and truly sick. My face feels like it wants to explode, my neck is stiffer than, well, something much more fun than a sore neck, my shoulders feel like they're going to fall off, my stomach is churning, my ears are itchy, and I ache in more places than I knew it was possible to ache. It is possible that my internal body temperature is slightly above triple fahrenheit digits, and that I'm tickled pink which is slightly less fun than it sounds, since the tickling is inside my throat.

Concrete

I have to admit, some days this is super challenging for me to do.And one of the things I love about me is my ability to fight. And I don't mean physically. I'm pretty sure that just about anyone could take me. But this isn't about physicality. It's about internal stuff. And I love that mentally, emotionally, spiritually, I'm a fighter. I can fight my way through the mounds of steaming dung that sometimes get heaped on me, and I can come out the other side stronger for it. And I can be creative about this fighting.