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 My name's Adriana. I don't exactly have a nickname. I'm very variable, sensitive , experience one embarassing event every day, and yet surprisingly mature. Heh. I, along with 186 million other girls in the world, suffer from an inferiority complex. For me, I like to see the beauty in things. I like art. But I'm not all obsessed over it. I like the beauty of it. I have this insane fixation that I will meet my soulmate by chance. Guess I'm not a big believer in slow development. I'm in PRCS's Modern Dance, 3/5. Profiles: Facebook | friendster | |
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Friday, February 15, 2008 @ 2/15/2008 04:00:00 PM
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wow, yesterday was super super horrible. first, my mum wanted me to change to choir. so the Ms Cheong asked me and Xiu Chuan to get a letter from our parents. so i told my mum to write, then she say she don't want to write, then she wrote it. so i gave it to the teacher, and she led me to Mr San. and then Mr San started saying " wah this one trump card sia" or whatever, and then Mr Marvin Leung appeared, and then Mr Seet. so there were like, 4 teachers there staring at me. so duh, anybody's natural instinct would be to freeze on the spot, speechless. and all of them were like aiming arrows at me, i tell you i could have died there ! only nice Mr Seet smile at me and say some comforting words. new respect for him. i mean really. he's a nice teacher. he's not bias or anything. anyway, back to the story. he "scolded" me sarcastically for practically the whole lunch. and i mean really badly. i like almost want cry sia. i was stammering you know. and i think Ms Cheong threw away my paper? coz i didn't see it at all. only saw Xiu Chuan's paper. well whatever. then anyway, went up to the hall with empty stomachs. zzzzzzzzzz. then sit there. then i think syah or nisa overheard me and Xiu Chuan's conver or smth coz they both asked me if i transferred to choir . but syah's was like " eh u transfer to choir ah?" which just kinda pissed me off at that moment. but nvm ah, it was just a honest mistake. i hope. anw went back to class, laugh and laugh and laugh. felt so much better. and today my fav lesson! LITERATURE! and the oh-so-funny teacher MR SHAFIE! YAY! he's so cool okay! he look at shahid then he draw a pig on the board. then he look again, and add specs to the pig. LIKE LOL??!!!! and now 1/6 has agreed to never erase that pig if possible! today he made us laugh and laugh and laugh i could have sworn i was exercising my stomach muscles! then he say if his children go against him one day he will say " I FOUND YOU IN A LONGKANG, SO NOT HAPPY GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!" LOL!!! sally say he so horrible. xD i say he's uber cool! ^^ hannah montana : nobody's perfect Sometimes I work a scheme But then it flips on me Doesn’t turn out how I planned Gets stuck in quick-sand No problem can’t be solved Once I get involved I try to be delicate Then crash right into it But my intentions are good (yeah yeah yeah) Sometimes just mis-understood |