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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, March 10, 2009 @ 3/10/2009 09:35:00 PM
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To the person who broke my friend's heart : You're one guy, Funny and sly. You really know how to break a girl's heart, Now she's all torn apart. You say 'I need time', I say you're doing a crime. Why leave her hanging, confused, dangling? She thinks you're perfect, like a toy with no defect. You say 'I miss her', But it's not her you see so clear. You're caught between the two, undecided, without a clue. You were her first love, made her fly high up and above. Made her love you so much, she missed your every touch. Now she's weeping, on a daily basis she's keeping. Well, buddy, I pity you, for you do not see her love so true, you'll regret, not keeping the pact, of guarding her heart, and playing your part. One day she'll no longer cry at the mention of your name, Instead she'll laugh and say, " Oh, that game?" --------------- Haha, I think all these emotions are giving me an inspiration boost. Mix of emotions as always today. You never give me a chance. You really enjoy shooting me down don't you? Funny thing is, I mind but do nothing about it. Today I felt like I let alot of people down. I let myself down. I failed my Maths. Again. I got E8. But all is not lost. I got A1 for Lit and History! And an almost A2 for English. Jiayou! Dance was okay. Kinda fun, I suppose. Li was crying again after that. I stayed to accompany her. Then Halimah sprained her ankle. Stayed for a little while, then I thought to myself. Why stay? There's so many people here. It's not like there's no one to help her or anything. I'm tired of always being there, and get shot down again as always. Sometimes you don't see how you're treating me. Sometimes you don't see that some things you say do hurt. Sometimes you don't see that you're always trying to have authority over something, even though you complain you don't want to. I don't have anything much to say left. Except for.. How come some people are shown more sympathy than others? Life is unfair, is it not? |