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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, January 11, 2010 @ 1/11/2010 05:32:00 PM
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"Let nature take it's course." , a friend told me that once. Recently, actually. What he said was what I really needed to hear. And i'm going to do just that. There you were. I didn't feel anything. I didn't know you as I walked past you. There was no heart clenching, there was no happiness. There was just blank, as I knew there would be. So I took a long walk to 7-eleven. I brisk-walked, feeling flushed and happy. Got my yogurt drink and a cookie. A flourish of red caught my eye. Then I remembered, you and me, laughing at the blossomed tree. It was beautiful, filled with red and the chirp of birds. For a while after that, the tree became barren. Everytime I looked at it my heart filled with sadness. Because, it too, felt barren. Empty and incapable to get back what I had. But today, I just smiled at this memory, for the tree was starting to fruit again, no matter how slowly. Today, I told someone, what's past is past. I realized right then, as I stared, that the same thing applied to me. Then I laughed because I was being so childish. I felt forgiving. Dno. Scrap all this. Haha. ---- Maths was okay, surprisingly. MT was uh. I was paired with Gloretta, and in the end my slang went totally Indon. I mean, it's not that I don't like it, technically I AM Indon ( Even tho the stupid paper said INDONESIAN EXTRACT. what crap is that?!) Haha, then it was really fun, whole day speak Indon. 3/5 is so slack, so noisy, BUT WHO CARES?! hahahahah! I kept saying we're so stupid and Halimah got pissed. Me : We finish so early coz we're in the stupid class! Imah : -.- Atiqah : Mentally challenged! Imah: -.-!!!!! WE CHOSE DIFFERENT SUBJECTS! No assembly, wait for the bell to ring! My class rocks can? It's because we're so slack but we have the desire to PROVE that we aren't stupid. Lol, k I've got nothing else for now.
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