hearing the squeal from a rocket blast-off, fascinating brilliant streaks of light accompanies the propulsion and smelling the fresh aroma of burnt gunpowder smoke..
Bikedrifting down the downhill spiral ramp of a carpark is nothing more than sheer fun at the same time a moment of total concentration and precision steering.. woot. I gonna die.
sweeet....
Thats a guilty weekend recall from an outstanding student which a straight-D for almost all subjects in school..
i hate my haircut. in fact, i rather shave my head bald.. but done is done.. now i needa wait for it to grow back.. if the same case happens if i were a girl, it would be a total trauma. 24/7 bitch fit. i never liked to complain over things, but total irony that i own a blog.
oh yea, i forgot that vain talks is forbidden during my puasa ordeal. shit i dunno what that means.
drift pics.. courtesy of driftclub.com
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