I think I will only be famous if I'm dead... really!

Fida - the blogger, she was on tv rite?
Fida - that girl, an ex colleague, dunno what happen to her after that
Fida - she looked familiar... must be a friend of a friend, nice lady
Fida - yeah, a relative of mine... met her a decade ago
Fida - I think I have her number somewhere
Fida - Dang! I deleted her number already!
Fida - Thank God that b*tch is dead!
Fida - Oops, forgot to return her (insert personal item or cash value here)

And worse, the only 2 person most important to my life will be the suspect for my demise. Claiming they did such and such so that they'll inherit my so-dollars amount of money. Worse, I hadn't wrote a will yet. So now people of all sorts of life will walk in and goes like...

Fida and me... we're best friends
Fida and me... we know each other's name
Fida and me... we sat next to each other before
Fida and me... I know her boyfriend
Fida and me... she had lent me a pen before
Fida and me... she's on my MSN/Friendster/MySpace list, you know!
Fida and me... she tried to join my social circle back then
Fida and me... google her website URL and you'll find my blog... how much closer could we be?

Scary thought ain't it? Worse part of all, I dun think all of the above will happen, at all. But its kinda hard to say. I won't know until I really die.

I love you baby (and by baby, I meant by Fahmy. If anything were to happen to me, Fahmy's legal guardian will be God by the way)

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