Sunday, March 11, 2012

Skinny bitches


                   Crappy day today. I don't see what's the point of me blogging when, I bet, no one reads this blog. It think it's because this is shitty or no one gives a fuck. March exams has passed and I'm pretty sure I did bullshit in it. Oh well, my bad. So here I am, regretting doing bad on my exams and yet have 6 tabs open. Found out I lost 15kgs for the past year. Maybe that's a pretty good sign. lol who cares Nadhirah. I'm trying to occupy myself with activities since I have a one week holiday. Instead of letting us sleep and eat like pigs, the teachers gave us worksheets for every subject. It was requested by someone's parent. Fuck you, seriously. Well anyway, I'm just here because I'm bored. People do stuff when they're bored. I might find a cure for cancer right now but no, I'm here crapping. And all of you are here. Why? Because you're bored. 
                  I've been selling stuff on Facebook. Check it out if you want. sold 7 things so far. Didn't even count the total amount of earnings yet. I assume a lot. More to come, maybe. And if anyone wants me to tolong jualkan your stuff, don't be scared to ask. I don't bite, unless you're my friend. Trust me, you don't want to my friend. Unless you want to get bitten. I've been searching for things to wear to ICC, but I still have no idea what to wear. I've had my eyes on a dress online, but I'm scared the size would be too small. This is only one of the downside of being overweight. I have cheer practice tomorrow, but too lazy too go. It's either sleeping in your bed or lifting girls in school. Okay maybe for the guys the second option is really fun. It is fun. Cheerleading is fun. For those who say that cheerleading is not a real sport, fuck you. We lift girls. Weights are too mainstream, just saying. 


For those stupid bitches who are messing with Rianne, GTFO. She doesn't need you in her fucking life. The whole world doesn't revolve around you. I hope you die in a hole and rot in Hell. 

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