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JE ME SUIS

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



A Glance

BUTTONS






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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take my hand

Cai + Gela + Racine + Kari + Gretchen + Miranda + Berbi + Gab + Convi + Maku + Lei + Yeli + Carmi + Guia + Ginell + Jab + Amary + Zychez + John + Justin + RayRay + Rei + Mitch + Vox + Toni + Maru + Coco + Joseph + Clement + Rob + Mai

Look Back

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Saturday, August 21, 2004
It's 3am...
Listening to: Sulat ~ Moonstar88

Isn't it weird how even though that happened to me in the past, I'm like this? Then again, that may be the reason why I'm like this.

Lots happened this past week. I'm just having a hard time remembering them all. Wednesday we had our outreach in Tayuman. We were supposed to do the laundry at the Children's Center this time, but some foreigners where there, so we went to the Home for the elderly instead. I wanted to wash clothes, but that's not what happened. Honestly, I was overwhelmed. It was so sad to see all those elderly women there. One kept on singing, over and over. Another, whom Racine, Camilla and I talked to, could barely speak. It was so sad.. I almost started to cry when she told me her name, but I couldn't understand it because her voice was no more than a whisper. She kept scratching her hands. I told her to stop, because they'd hurt later, but she didn't listen to me. She already had scabs and sores. The bus reeked of Rubbing alcohol on the way home.

We had our barkada pics this past week. Maybe I'll post them. That depends though, I have to look good in them.



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