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

A Glance



- 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
- 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
- an underwater camera
- cosplay again
- visit my online friends
- stop being a safeist
- happiness

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Thursday, September 15, 2005
Listening to: Maaya Sakamoto & Steve Conte ~ Garden of Everything


Dammit, I'm SO DAMN PISSED. I'm pissed, annoyed, and distressed.

First, there's Jayz. He used to hang out with us. Now he doesn't, because he claims na binabakla sya ni Arjay. Which is total shit. Ok, so Arjay does have gay tendencies, but Jayz is the first person who should know that he isn't gay. Arjay was Jayz's first friend when he got to UST, since they're both from Nueva Ecija. But now Jayz's spreading rumors that Arjay is gay. I'm so unbelievably pissed about it. I'm appalled at how fast people can change for the worse. What makes it even worse is the fact that people are believing it without any proof whatsoever. My friends told him to get a GF so he could prove that he isn't gay, but I told him that getting a GF solely for that reason would be wrong. Besides that, he doesn't have to prove anything to anyone. Ignore them. But once they hit below the belt, it'll be time to confront them.

How horribly immature. I just can't stand it, geez. Part of me can't wait for next year because I know that some of them will disappear by then. Then I wouldn't have to put up with so much stupidity and immaturity.

Maybe I'm being too full of myself..

Then there's Coco's physical breakdown earlier. Well, I'm not ranting about that, but it left me drained and rattled. We left UST late and Coco got herself a fever right before we left. Then we walked in the rain from Dapitan to Espana to Morayta, where we rode a bus. Then Coco got sick on the bus and started to vomit, and I became really worried. The rain grew stronger and the traffic seemed to get worse. We jumped off at Shell Commonwealth where Dad picked us up and from there we took Coco home. ~_~ I hope she gets better.

School was sucky. I'm still traumatized by the spider scare a few days ago. (Yes, I'm terrified of spiders.) A huge spider came into the class and I was scared out of my mind, to the point that I was teary eyed. It reminded me of when I got stuck in my room because of the spider the size of my palm. Anyway, Coco had called me to her to point out the spider, and when I was on my way to her, it suddenly appeared on the floor and started crawling REALLY FAST toward me, and whilst I was screaming my heart out, I hit my hand on the edge of the Prof's table, and now I have a nice purple bruise.

Then there's the thing with my mum. You know, the number one reason why I was so excited about my 17th birthday was because I thought my mum would loosen her grip on me, even if just a little bit. But we all know I was wrong and here I am, having to sleep at 8:30. (which I am now breaking because it's 10pm as I type this.) I just don't understand why she has to be so strict with me. She doesn't like the fact that I enjoy playing video games. She deosn't like how I dress. She doesn't like the things I watch. Sometimes I wonder if my life is supposed to make her happy instead of me. Yes, I know it's dumb. Why can't she just... accept me? She likes Jeth because he's academically inclined, and because he's responsible, but she doesn't like how he's stubborn and immature. With me, she likes how I'm open-minded and mature, but she doesn't like how I'm not so academically inclined. Why doesn't she treat us the same way? She doesn't like how Uncle Vic (my mum's brother) is spoiled by our lola, but mum is doing the exact same thing with Jeth. The irony.

($#*%&)(#@. Here I go again comparing myself with Jeth. In being more strict with me.. she's not teaching me to obey, rather I'm teaching myself how to disobey... without getting caught.

I'm tired of feeling like shit. :(

Make a Wish
-Crap, this site was freakishly accurate for me. O_o I hope the wish comes true.

{/8:49 PM} - { 5

5 Reflections

*back rub*

By Blogger Lei, at 11:51 AM  

I'm kind of an effeminate guy so people think I'm gay sometimes. It's not the worst thing, if they are going to judge me based on my sexual orientation I don't want them to be my friends anyways.

I used to hate taking orders from my parents too, it sucks. Hopefully you're not paying rent at least.

By Blogger sasfdasfdljkfksdjkfjsd, at 5:38 PM  

Spiders freak me out too. >_<

Don't worry, your mom's gotta loosen her grip sooner or later. Hopefully sooner rather than later. =P

By Anonymous Ginell, at 6:24 PM  

1. eh, leave your blockmates alone na lang. asa pa sila di ba. mas astig ka. /gg

2. wah sana ayos lang si coco -_-

3. sa mom mo...eh, well, alam na natin lahat yan...prove mo na lang siguro sarili mo in another way na hindi academic. ewan. siguro basta pakita mong may ginagawa ka at magaling ka naman sa ginagawa mo (na hindi games XD) di ba ^^

By Blogger Racine, at 7:25 PM  

i believe it would help if you pointed out that your mom is doing the same thing her mom did to her. people unconsciously imitate their parents, y'know. :D

coco! D:

(please pass this on to arjay) >>



By Blogger Rheader, at 8:08 PM  

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