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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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I'm a big ball of nerves right now. I haven't completed my hmwk, I'm feeling bloody stressed staring at a blank screen, typing my compo, when my mum comes in and asks me to buy goreng pisang for her at pasar malam. How the hell am I not to be pissed? God! I am so bloody pissed that I didn't bother to buy my burger Ramly. When I'm pissed food doesn't matter to me. I can go without it. It's just that point of time when everything the past few days catches up to you. Man, how am I to complete my homework when it's errands/chores every day?! Gah. Who'll read this anyway, probably nobody. Nobody bothers to read your rants, trust me. Because right now, I don't know you. You're non-existent to me. What? Just words? |