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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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Wednesday, February 17, 2010 @ 2/17/2010 07:06:00 PM
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Today was total crap. Maths, rush rush, copy corrections. SS, mad rush to do homework (she gives us loads of things to dooooo) Recess : Mad rush to do PoA! And smth happened, not gonna elaborate. Just that I think I have anxiety disorder -.- I get really crazy when I'm stressed. Not talking about it. PoA : Mad rush to copy/understand what the hell they're talking about. (but PoA was fun, talk to Zaf. Haha.) Physics : Mad rush to do the worksheet. Lunch : Happy ^^ Eng : Finally a period where I can calm down. Slowly elaborated on the dream I had. I got 16/25 for the test so I just relax one side. Lol. MT : Let Nasha read, then he wrote a damn cute song for me, hahahhahaha! Can't stop laughing. Then Zaf showed me his rap, while he's "kicking" my chair. Correction. RapS. In the end I didn't finish my dialogue. Zzzzzzz. Watched the NCC guys for a while, bought JELLY JOY! (i rindu this, i used to buy loads in primary school and down it in one go) Went minimart, crapped with Stead for a while. Then went her house, coz I really needed to pee. (Two packets of Jelly Joy, whaddya expect?) Haha, her bros were at home, they're really cute. As in small cute. Don't get me wrong. Her grandma was there, so must sit down and listen to things she say. Her: Sape ni? (Who's this?) Aisyah: Kawan syah, Adriana. (My friend, Adriana.) Then I salam her. Her: Same class? Me: Takdelah. I'm in 3/5, she in 3/4. Her: Oh... Skolah sama? (Same school?) Me: Ye... (Yes...) Then i went into the room, went out. Her: Duduklah. Makan epal. (Sit down, eat apple.) Me : Okay.. Her: Same class? Me: O.O??? No..... Aisyah's Mum : Bear with it. xD Then the brothers smile at me, hahhaha! I'm like okay.... Her house is NICE. Got stuff I LIKE. Got sugarcane juice(!) and ondeh-ondeh (!!!!), and I LOVE THE INTERIOR DESIGN OF HER HOUSE! Sat there for like.... an hour... I couldn't just excuse myself. So rude. And she was saying I manis, and she suke sangat. (Sweet, like alot.) So I just smile and listen. And listen. And listen. She talk about ugama and the days when she was a teacher.(Ugama=religion) So I just smile. And smile. I'm good at it. Until Aisyah fake a phone call. This is the funny part. Aisyah: *picks up phone* Eh, Adriana, your mum. Me : ...... O.O? Aisyah: YOUR MUM LAH. Me: OH. OH. *takes the phone* helloooooo? (on the verge of laughing) Grandma: Oh? Sape tu? (Who's that?) Aisyah: Mak dia. (Her mum.) Grandma : Oh! Cakap cakap. (Talk, talk.) Me: *whispering to myself* Me to aisyah : Eh, gotta go. Aisyah: Ah! Adriana kene pergi lah. (Adriana has to go.) Grandma: Oh? *disappointed voice* Me: Nek, pergi dulu ye. (Grandma, I go first k.) Me: *runs, grab bag, salam her, salam mum, put on shoes, went down, took 89, gave pavi her hw* I still find it so funny. I was like, what? No, my mum doesn't know your number. LOL. Slowwwww. And her Grandma's favoruite quote is "Bukan nek nak marah, ingati je." Bus-ed home, super tired. Crappy. Haiz. But I'm still happy. I still am. Hanging from a string. Adriana says, shrugs. I leave things be.
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