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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, December 19, 2008 @ 12/19/2008 10:27:00 AM
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 I watched Twilight with my mum and my sister yesterday. I'd already heard the scenes were messed up, so I wasn't expecting much. The movie was overall rather well done. I was only disappointed that Edward's and Bella's love is portrayed as more of a " physical lust". I thought the kisses in the book were more... chaste. And their relationship progressed pretty fast in the book. Bella falls in love with him for his appearance. Edward falls in love with her because she smells good. Yeap, that's love alright. Well, it's hard to fit a whole story into a 2 hour or so movie, so I guess it's still alright. Waiting for the next one though. My name is Luka I live on the second floor I live upstairs from you Yes I think you've seen me before If you hear something late at night Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was Just don't ask me what it was I think it's because I'm clumsy I try not to talk too loud Maybe it's because I'm crazy I try not to act too proud They only hit until you cry After that you don't ask why You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore You just don't argue anymore Yes I think I'm okay I walked into the door again Well, if you ask that's what I'll say And it's not your business anyway I guess I'd like to be alone With nothing broken, nothing thrown |