♡ Weirdoos are back intact.
Monday, November 10, 2008, 5:52 PM
This is for Regina's case. So hey, here's the quiz;
The rules and regulations :
1.Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little know facts about yourself.
2.People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.
3.At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
4. No tags back.
{1}Rewrite OOMA's real name over and over when I should ever (clearing of throat) miss him.{2}Would stare at OOMA's profile whenever I have the urge to.{3}Compose silly essays entitling OOMA with which the day that makes me feel overjoyed about him.{4}Post a complete foreign language in my blog regarding OOMA.{5}Penned down at the least 5 positive points why I might liked about OOMA, but ended up penning down for the max of 10 negative points.{6}Interpreting OOMA as an ObjectOfMyAngst instead of an ObjectOfMyAffection-at times.{7}Hugged Selena at an unreasonable point in times-most probably when I'm too happy to expressed in words.{8}Blast the music player and lip-sang after my bath.{9}Mumbling mandarin eventhough I had no puny idea what I was speeching about but know mentally what I was trying to convey in foreign.{10}Today, sort my wardrobe as in color, the next day, in sizes, the next double next day, in types and the cycle wen on for a week and I paused.Just watched out your taggyboard, readers./P.S If you had notice, 60% of which above stated was cum about OOMA.
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SYARAFINA. A penultimate Leo. 16, real triple mutliple soon.
I'm a big-time procrastinator. But hey, procrastinators enjoy life more than anyone, because they don’t worry and they still meet the
deadline. I'm weird, I run into things, I spill food, I trip, I scream about random stuff. I obviously don't have it all together.
But I like it that way. I just want to live a life without worries, where I can be me without fear of being judged. I want to let go of the past, live in
the present, and dream of the future. I don’t wish to be everything to everyone, but it would be lovely to be something to someone.
Got a problem with me? Solve it. Think I’m trippin’? Tie my shoes. Can’t stand me? Sit your butt back down. Can’t face me? Turn around. Getting tired of
me? Take a nap.
Blov-vers are as dearly loved as possible -_*
Ps/ Note to self: I think I’ll go anti-love. Really, who needs it? Butterflies in the tummy, heart skipping beats… that can’t be safe.