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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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qinny mus atin isabel nabila natasha |
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Tuesday, July 8, 2008 @ 7/08/2008 08:20:00 PM
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okay, today was TIRING! i failed my 2.4. 2nd time. WOOOOH! well, did it on purpose really... i was motivating Sally.. and you know what? i didn't stop running and i felt AWESOME! well, we failed by a min. 1 FREAKING MINUTE! SALLY! ONE MINUTE LAAAAA SEYYYY! -.- sheesh. Tiffany failed too.. oh man.. she looked so sad.. i made both of them promise me that they'll pass next week ^^ JIAYOU! i felt awesome after that okay! i was doing sit ups.. raced Halimah to the toilet.. hahahhahahha! the rest keep telling me to forget about them.. they're just dragging me down.. i know i know! i just feel that it's so mean to do that.. i don't mind failing over and over again.. just if they can pass.. bahhh! oh, during recess i met abang! he was like staring at me -.- scarily. hahas! well. that was because he wasn't wearing his specs/contacts. SHEESH! Halimah was dragging me up all the way. and it hurt! nyehhh! in Malay, Hizan kept asking bout Abang Qayyum . Like " Tadi message Qayyum kan..." " You suke Qayyum kannnn..." ish -.- hahahhahaha! oh, and he go tell Khairul that i like Abang. -.-" i merajuk and refuse to talk to him after that. PADAN MUKA! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! we went to the Library for 1 period of MT. and me and Khairul sat with our backs against each other. and you know what that gatal babi did? he fucking leaned onto me , and our hair brush each other and stuff, and he was like pushing his shoulder to mine, and he blew into my hair. like, 3 TIMES! WHAT IS SO WRONG WITH THAT FUCKING GUY? sheesh! and he fucking rammed me okay! BASTARD SIAAAAAA! i dun care, i ram him back -.- dance was okay. i can do split! YESSS! but my back leg is not proper and now my ligaments fucking hurtt!! ahhhhh! sakit giler.. went home with Pavi, Imah, and Atiqah.. on the bus Khairul called me. -.-! |