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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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Monday, April 6, 2009 @ 4/06/2009 10:22:00 PM
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Today's Speech Day rehearsal was TIRING. Tiring up to the point of fatigue. What did I just type ohmygawd. So contradictory for some reason.. NEVERMIND. Exhaustion does things to the brain. I had to stand. On stage. For 3. Whole turns. My knees were buckling but I just straightened up and smiled. Something I'm good at, I realised. Smile. Just smile. Show people smiles. Because that's what they all want to see. Happy carefree smiles. After that, I could barely walk to the bus stop. It was eerily dark. Suddenly Ying Ying comes running up to me. So relieved. I was getting goosebumps from all the 'looks'. My feet kept getting spams and out of the blue I would feel something like an electric jolt. Freaky. Lucky Ying Ying was there. If not I would never have made it to the bus stop. Haha! So, in the bus, hungry, cold, tired, with aching feet, we complained our hearts out. Guess what. Mum called. Said it was supposed to end at 6. I was so freaking pissed. It's not my bloody fault it dragged. Nothing to scream at me about. Guess what. I came home, and I had to warm up my own food. Maybe it sounds brattish to you, but I just felt so tired and pissed. I felt like breaking down again. ( somehow i always break down when it comes to finding food ) I was in a debate in my mind. Eat. Or not to eat. Can you believe that? I'm willing not to eat just because I don't want to heat it up myself! What's wrong with me? ----------------------- I'm tired of people, i don't know why. I'm sick of having to pacify them, listen to every whim and moan. Because sometimes I feel, like there's no point. These emotions, they're so human. They keep coming back, and breaking us down. I'm tired. Too tired. To care about even my own feelings. Much less another person's. |