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Hey aliens! I am Adira Faisal. Eighteen. Malaysia. I give and get plenty of hugs! I speaks out everything in my mind. I have an attention span of a spongebob. I don't listen to people. My feelings are not always mutual. I love everything that involves with hitting.
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Hey peeps. You're currently in Adira Faisal's blog. I write good and bad things happen to my life here.I hate living in this society of mine. There are too much of judging & people oftenly labels some people without knowing them. It makes people scared to speaks out their mind or gives their own opinions. So I don't accept any bad thoughts here. But thanks for viewing! :D
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Date: Friday, March 8, 2013 Time: 5:08 AM Such Excitement Awaits In The Future.
 "Inside I hope you know I'm sorry" "But you won't stop crying." "This anniversary would never be the same" "And if I die right now, you'll never be the same". God, I am so tired. My first experience of working wasn't as good as I expected it to be. The work was hard, yes all works are hard but this one, was totally tiring I can even describe how hard it is. The first day I went to work, I came back home and cried real hard. Those feelings of tired, sad and hungry was like mixed together and made me feel totally screwed and pressure. I woke at at 10 am today and was contemplating wether to go to work or not. I called my dad, told him I wanted to quit, he didn't say anything but he didn't say no either. So I texted the supervisor to tell her I'm going to quit. She rings me couples of times but I didn't pick up the phone. Well, I don't feel like explaining why I want to quit and all. So ya. As you guys know, it's March already. It's like few more weeks before SPM result coming out. I'm shaking. I do. I can't sleep at night without thinking about it and about my future all. It really freaking me out, I swear. My life is good, being single isn't that bad. I don't feel lonely at all. Went to lepaked with Fatahiah and Syaza just now. I told them everything that I did at work. It was so emotional, to story and think about that. I just hope that I'm not growing up to be working as hard as that. I mean, I can't even tolerate mayn.... What to do? And sorry, but it's annoying when people tell me "Orang lain boleh buat, kenapa you tak boleh?", sorry I am not 'Orang Lain'. I am me, obviously. |