Dayana Rahman.

by the time you are reading this, you are about to stalk me ;)

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THINGS I LIKE

•when people use my name in conversation

•when people say “this reminded me of you!”

•when people remember little things i say/do

•when people genuinely thank me for things i’ve done for them

•when i think of the same thing at the same time as someone else and you give each other the look

STALKER

My love

My dad, he's my rock. We don't talk much but I can always rely on him for strength and my mum, the angel of my heart. She's like the sun..quite hot tempered and not always easy to be around, but I need her in my life.

My fussy sister

(the black scarf).She is my wrestling partner, the one who understand my thoughts even when i say only one word.

My annoying brother

The one who shows his action based on his mood. When he comes to see me, i know there must be something lingering in his mind. He doesn't know how to comfort others but when he speak although it just a phrase, the words are really meaningful.

Simply me

And the last person coming out from angel's womb is me. I don't need a huge mansion, all i need is affection. Pardon me for not knowing, pardon me for asking too much, pardon me for making mistakes, pardon me for never learn..but above all, pardon me for just being a human.

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PIECES OF ME

Dayana is a narcissist scallywag. Let’s begin with the curio tale of no one else but myself. I am 19 years old dame with an eccentric mind. I am my virtue. I have such different saying about my surroundings which aren’t always legit but sensible. I'm against a lot of bad things and to avoid hypocrites I'm not elaborating it. Look at me as a disease that had begun to spread vastlyand the infection is inevitable and the cure only lies in oneself when they’ve found their true self. Creativity and innovativity isn’t to be gained or learned but to be born with. I find ‘hate’ a very tedious word as it also shows love apart from its own meaning, how uncertain. I am who I want to be not who I am told to be, stereotypes don’t fit me. I give new taste in everything. I dig diversity not similarity. Scream your heart out to get me talking. I am boisterously honest and that could be bruising your ego but what's good is that I couldn't care less about it. Hey it's life you can't expect to get along with everyone or for everyone to get along with you, grow up. I am one who understands me. I'm a puzzle that can't be solved and I'm a question without an answer even Einstein can't figure me. So, try me, I'm your biggest mystery.