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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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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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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Writer's Block
I’ve been sitting at my computer for quite a while now, trying to figure out just how the heck I’m to write an essay about myself and my experiences, and how my experiences have shaped me to become who I am now. I’ve never really considered myself much of a writer, even though I blog and have been blogging for nearly four years. Most of my entries have been narrations of interesting days and small snippets of my thoughts concerning certain things, things that to me hold a strange sense of importance though to many may seem pretty shallow. Words have rarely failed me though. Weird or ordinary, happy or sad, long or short, words have always been easy for me to grasp; once I sat down in front of a PC with a blinking cursor and a blank page, I could more often than not find something, anything to write about. But now that I’m faced with the essay, quite possibly one of the most important essays that I will ever write in my lifetime, I’m at a loss. And I’ve been at a loss for nearly two days. I’ve never had writer’s block this bad before, and it couldn’t have come at a worse time. I’ve been trying to get myself into the state I usually find myself in when I blog, when words seem to flow so easily and my hands move so swiftly to quell the need, MY need, to express myself, but I simply can’t. What’s ironic is, this is one of the things I should be able to write most easily about; myself. It’s like what Rob said; before I manage to write anything, I automatically edit it, crossing it out before it’s been written, hitting the backspace button before anything has even been typed yet. Everyone’s telling me that I can do it, and I know I can. I know I can, but I can’t. My pen is stilled, my keyboard silent. Where are my words?


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3 Reflections

Look again, love.

Look again. :)

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 4:18 AM  

Honestly? This blog entry could be the first paragraph of that essay. :)

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 9:55 AM  

i love to write but assignments are hard, I just want to free write.

hope you break through the block!

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 12:41 AM  

Look into the Mirror?

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I'm almost somewhere.