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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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Wednesday, September 10, 2008 @ 9/10/2008 08:49:00 PM
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 that was Nabila, yesterday! hahas! today was fine, didn't do my art, as always. duty is fun, i always do my duty with Sibling and Zaf. I guess you can say, I don't feel lonely. For once. However, i think Love is. You okay? Hahas! People love reading my journal! I leave it unattended for a moment, and they grab it! boo you people. I had to shout " OI! GIRL! DROP IT!" across the room. Hahas! Kpos! Anyway, today, i was hanging out with Sibling and Irfan at the canteen. Like. As usual. Then Sibling wanted to follow his Mama and Papa go his Mama house. SO! I OBVIOUSLY had to follow him, because he didn't know where to go, and I did. Walked. And walked. And   walked. And FINALLY we found them . Sheesh, really. ShaSha and Bobo were there too. WE WAITED FOR AGES FOR THAT SIBLING'S ABAH! Hahas! Then we went to A.N's house. Walk lagi.... Then when we were in, we started flipping through the yearbook and stuffs. ShaSha started doing her Pencil turn, ( i refused to do, i don't feel like doing that anymore) Bobo started talking to Amirah's adik about Naruto, Sibling's Abah fell asleep to his music, and Amirah went to sembahyang. Then we left at 5.30, then they wanted to beli makanan and stuffs. Walked.( AGAIN! nari walkathon ke pe?) and then i took the bus with ShaSha. Talked. For a little while. Before i ran out of topics. Hahas! I was, of course, late when i arrived home. It was like, 15 mins to buka. I was supposed to be home at least 4 hours before. Well, i didn't mind. It was quite tiring, but rather fun too.Man, i admire Kak Ilahh and Halimah. I mean, Kak Ilahh got money from her parents AND grandparents, PLUS, her aunt actually remembered her birthday and got her something. How lucky. Halimah and her rich uncle. Brought her shopping and to makan at an awesome place. Some people are just so lucky. None of my relatives called to wish me happy birthday this year. Awell... it's okay i guess... See? Birthdays are so pathetic. There's no use for them. There's no use for extravagency in this world when others are barely meeting requirements. i don't feel like dancing anymore. or singing. i've just lost it. i guess it's because i've always thought that dancing and singing was about expressing, and not impressing. i mean, what's the point of dancing when the only point of it is to impress judges? what's the point of dancing, when all that's seen is comparison? it's just like asking yourself, what's the point in living when life is so steorotyped? or, what's the point of standing out if you're just going to be labelled a freak? what's the point of dancing when the result is pain and emotional hurt? i guess , this is the entertainment industry. everything is steorotyped. there is no room for being different. bye bye NAFA. bye bye Laselle. bye bye dreams. Labels: i'm sorry if i've been ignoring you |