serving its purpose. 3.
again. ayla and i helped in making it possible for these delicious things serve their purpose.
quantity is never an issue. as long as there's food, am starving.
memories of Mister Kabab.
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memories of Mister Kabab.
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about me. about boyish.
i am Rhye and not a professional blogger. writing is not a passion. it is an expression. it is personal. and this is not something that i can say i do best. i struggle finding the right words. i am lost with style. i lose to my emotions. when that happens, i'd just stare blankly into the blinking cursor in front of me. or hit the backspace key and watch as every letter disappears to a word. to a sentence. to a line. to my fancies.
i am 23. a graduate of Materials Engineering from the prestigious University of the
Boyish is a character you'll learn to like or get bored with. and i won't care. the attitude is random. to the point of being erratic. i don't cater anybody's interest in here. it is me. it is either you can relate with me. or be indifferent with whatever i bitch about.
for whatever it is, there is my shoutbox. just shout it out and am sure to hear you. and thanks for dropping by. thanks to the search engines that link to my blog.
ain't needing any umbrella
sometimes, i prefer sporting my Nike jacket over a simple shirt topping my brown pants used for the nth time. and tip-toeing with my now-dirty-white high-cut Chucks to the drenched earth.
sometimes, i prefer wearing a white shirt under my orange jacket with a rolled-up pants while making splashes with my overly-used brown flip-flops.
but, i never ran to cover when it rains.
sometimes, i prefer wearing a white shirt under my orange jacket with a rolled-up pants while making splashes with my overly-used brown flip-flops.
but, i never ran to cover when it rains.