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JE ME SUIS

Name: Ria
B-day: September 5, 1988
Location: QC, Philippines
DevArt: nayomi-chan
Multiply: spacepiratesolstice



A Glance

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WISHFUL

- find out what I want in life
- this moment to happen
- be a Dean's List-er
- learn how to ride a motorcycle
- go skydiving
- go scuba diving
- make my own blog layout
- learn how to use Flash
- travel more
- improve my drawing skills
- VINTAGE
- go to a Flea market
- a Tarot Card Deck
- fashion sense
- femme outfits
- witty t-shirts
- vintage clothes and accessories
- make my own clothes!
- go on a shopping spree
- contribute to WWF
- a DSLR
- bake something
- A CAR
- A CAR THAT I CAN DRIVE
- an underwater camera
 - cosplay again
- visit my online friends
- stop being a safeist
- happiness


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Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Why do I even try?
Listening to: Goo Goo Dolls ~ Name

Prom Countdown: 3 days

I am in a slump. I feel lost. No direction. No destination. Not even a northern star to guide my way. (As if I could even find it) I'm just.. so... ergh.

I had a dress rehearsal with my mom last sunday. When I was wearing everything, I was just looking at myself in the mirror. I told her I wanted to win the Stag of the Night award, and she said nothing. Not even a nod. She just looked at the dress. She didn't say anything. It was so horrible; even a shred of recognition would have been ok, but she showed nothing. I took my dress off and hung it in my brother's closet. As I wiped the make-up from my face, I couldn't help but wonder if I really am the source of all her stress. Looking back on the past week, it doesn't look good at all. She doesn't speak to me. She doesn't greet me when I come home and greet her. Geez, not even at the dinner table. I can't help but think that she hates me or something. I know I'm probably over reacting, but with the way things are...

God, please prove me wrong.


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