My Scarytales

Well blogger seems very down in this recent year but hopefully we all will unite. The funniest thing about my blog is that it keeps updating even though there is no readers lols.   That’s because when all readers return they will get to read my previous thoughts… :-) This time my heart robber is a chick who sits just next to me in class; she comes from abroad and talks in very fluent English. Her curves are just to die for and her nose just seems like a nippy. The first day I was thinking about her belly, so slim. Wonder how the digestive system fits in her stomach… the first class passed away while I was just busy in researching her belly… I said my bike curves are amazing and is ready to shine… she said then it’ll suit her :-D Ooh lets highlight the top news, I saw heart breaker… that lady who tattooed a heart in her neck,,, I pressed the breaks so hard causing some weird noise and a black line in majeedee road. Well guess after a death defying stunt this beauty disappears in a sho

Well chasing down a dream is the hardest thing I have ever faced. For more than two years I have been fully involved in this but yet cant countdown the miles ahead. As I walk step by step the roads seems opening its ways from the dusty fog. Every day every night, I try, I try, I try my best but writing a post seems harder than ever.   Can’t find an easy way to give-up, neither do I want it to happen. Focusing on my computer I see my blog as the only hope which might get me in trouble too but we shall think wiser than ever before. Risk is the way that lead us to win, and as you know shutting my mouth isn’t gonna be a easy job… keke An august summer night soldiers passing by is an old lyrics that my grandpa used to sing... So let’s step to step and head to a new decade. Well that was past and hope not to talk about the lady who rejected me and tattooed a heart in her neck in the means of modesty… even though still my heart dhak dhak,s for her…. My interesting classes started today, ins