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"On August the 20th, the universe was gifted with a not-so-average coffee drinking, Oreo eating hippie. Maria Victoria Tinio, her mother called her. Such a beautiful name, and also a bit tad mouthful, and because of that, she huffed at her mother and demanded people to call her Ria or they shall face her mighty power.
She spent the last 15 years growing up and experimenting with life, far away from daisies and pink confetti in the warm-weathered Philippines. Harassing her fellow schoolmates in between classes, throwing paper drawing plane at Billy Martin and ogling at little creatures like hamsters and such are among the things she does.
Ask her who is her favorite band of movie, she'll probably just squeal loudly and say 'Roof!' or glare reproachfully and growl in a very Derek Bloom like way. Conor is love and Gerard's ass is strikingly attractive, nuff' said. God gave her the talent to write and draw, and He was right to do so. Speaking of God, you will sometime see Matthew Good, her alter ego, who by the way owes me a puppy and a piggy ride.
She's prissy when it comes to people, especially posers and preps. They're just reprehensible, shit reeking, piteously naive barbaris, and I meant every bad word. She loves her friends, and would definitely kill for them, which is cool. When she walks down a road, people look at her and go, 'Yo, who's she eh? She's freaky and that ain't banging.' Under the black eyeliner, black hair and black clothes, she is banging. Head shaking, muttering under her breath observing the society, she is so much more than banging.
She's acute and wise despite her age. Short in length, but long in knowledge, I'd say. Normal and ordinary doesn't exist in her dictionary, though 'Spoo', 'AnyGerardWay' and 'Flippy' does. She's downright bizzare, sarcastic, obsessed with the lovely Julian Casablancas and had a deranged cat that pooped on her Converse recently. Typical teenager? Typical hormonal changes? Typical unbalanced cat? Not at all. That's Ria, and that's all there is to it.
I may not know exactly what her first word was, or what her first hoodie was because I, unfortunately, wasn't there. But I know this, if you ever come across her path, don't lose it, she's the best thing you will ever meet though I must warn you, she's not easy to approach. Carry a dagger or something. And a box of fresh Oreos would definitely help.
Nevertheless whatever consequences, I still am and will be hers forever. She's my luv and that's the way it's going to stay."
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"On August the 20th, the universe was gifted with a not-so-average coffee drinking, Oreo eating hippie. Maria Victoria Tinio, her mother called her. Such a beautiful name, and also a bit tad mouthful, and because of that, she huffed at her mother and demanded people to call her Ria or they shall face her mighty power.
She spent the last 15 years growing up and experimenting with life, far away from daisies and pink confetti in the warm-weathered Philippines. Harassing her fellow schoolmates in between classes, throwing paper drawing plane at Billy Martin and ogling at little creatures like hamsters and such are among the things she does.
Ask her who is her favorite band of movie, she'll probably just squeal loudly and say 'Roof!' or glare reproachfully and growl in a very Derek Bloom like way. Conor is love and Gerard's ass is strikingly attractive, nuff' said. God gave her the talent to write and draw, and He was right to do so. Speaking of God, you will sometime see Matthew Good, her alter ego, who by the way owes me a puppy and a piggy ride.
She's prissy when it comes to people, especially posers and preps. They're just reprehensible, shit reeking, piteously naive barbaris, and I meant every bad word. She loves her friends, and would definitely kill for them, which is cool. When she walks down a road, people look at her and go, 'Yo, who's she eh? She's freaky and that ain't banging.' Under the black eyeliner, black hair and black clothes, she is banging. Head shaking, muttering under her breath observing the society, she is so much more than banging.
She's acute and wise despite her age. Short in length, but long in knowledge, I'd say. Normal and ordinary doesn't exist in her dictionary, though 'Spoo', 'AnyGerardWay' and 'Flippy' does. She's downright bizzare, sarcastic, obsessed with the lovely Julian Casablancas and had a deranged cat that pooped on her Converse recently. Typical teenager? Typical hormonal changes? Typical unbalanced cat? Not at all. That's Ria, and that's all there is to it.
I may not know exactly what her first word was, or what her first hoodie was because I, unfortunately, wasn't there. But I know this, if you ever come across her path, don't lose it, she's the best thing you will ever meet though I must warn you, she's not easy to approach. Carry a dagger or something. And a box of fresh Oreos would definitely help.
Nevertheless whatever consequences, I still am and will be hers forever. She's my luv and that's the way it's going to stay."
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gar·rett john hed·lund n. A rare species from Roseau, Minnesota. The first and only one of its kind was discovered on September 3, 1984 by Robert Martin Hedlund and Kristine Anne Yanish; adj. the state of being extremely spankable ("You better be Garret Hedlund when I get back from the kitchen!")
...I'll just stick with the last definition. Har har. Oh, I wonder if it's obvious yet that dear ol' Gary will be our topic for today. It's not? ...You're dumb. Like totally.
The image above shows the 4 roles he's starred as so far in his fresh career. Left to right, chronological order. From the films Troy, Friday Night Lights, Four Brothers and Eragon, respectively.
Okay. So y'see, it all started with a boring Sunday evening.
I went up to my dad and was like, "Hey, I wanna see a go out." I understood perfectly that it was Monday the following day, and I'm pretty sure he did too, but he said "Go see a movie." anyway, so maybe he didn't care. And my sister came, too.
We catch last showings most of the time, so we had dinner first. I asked my sister if I looked old enough to be 18. When she said no, I replied that Saw III would be out of the question then. (Donnie Wahlberg is there! *fandom*)
And speaking of which, Mark Wahlberg, Donnie's brother, is in Four Brothers (as Bobby Mercer)! And do you know who else is in Four Brothers? Yeah. Gary. Haha.
Y'know how many slash fics I've seen of Bobby/Jack or Eragon/Murtagh (ew yuck gag)? DUDE. Can't they make a fandom clash? Like...
JACK/DON BILLINGSLEY!
The image was made by Danrad of LJ. And it's totally true! It's a good idea. Har har. Oh, and just in case you can't read the text (because Blogspot is a bitch in resizing), here's what it says:
Jack: OMG plz make fandom clash *is sick of jack/bobby*
Don: I is looking for mia long lost twin to shag plzkthx
And...yeah, the "Slash us plz we be begging you" thing. *cough* Yeah, well, just an opinion. Heh. So uh...onto the story. *completely trailed off-topic*
She then said she didn't want to see Arthur and the Invisibles either, despite its all-star voice-actors (i.e. Madonna, David Bowie). And I nodded in agreement...not much of an animated fan.
So the only thing that was left (that looked the least bit interesting) was Eragon. I look at their movie posters around the mall alot, and only wanted to watch it because of an actor named Garrett Hedlund, who was hot on the poster.
So me and my sister watched it (my dad drove us there but due to some things happening, he had to go back home), and we occasionally made fun of things (as usual).
The movie was extremely predictable, but hey, it's a fantasy thing. All fantasy movies/stories have something in common.
My sister kept pointing to some characters and asked if that was "the guy". But then, 45-minutes left into the movie, he appeared. And she could tell because I squealed. Yup.
I wish I could have seen better angles of him, though. And he was only active for like...20 minutes throughout the movie. For the first hour or so, he was nonexistent. The next 15 minutes, he was there. The next 15 minutes, he was in "jail" and again, nonexistent. And finally, for the last 5 minutes of the movie, he appeared again.
His last scene...he was dirty. He looks better clean. Yes.
Anyway, during the movie, my sister was also saying stuff like, "He kinda looks like Brad Pitt's cousin from Troy. And that other guy from Friday Night Lights."
And I'm like..."Nah, couldn't be...or...nah."
So she researched, I guess, and so did I. And she was right. Haha. He was Patroclus (Troy, 2004) and Don Billingsley (Friday Night Lights, 2004).
So the day before yesterday, I looked around the house for DVDs, and we had them both. Haha. I watched Friday Night Lights, which was an okay movie (it was about football, but it's was nice nonetheless.), yesterday.
I'll watch Troy sometime else.
Lovely Gary will be starring in Georgia Rule and Death Sentence, which will both open later on this year.
It's hard, but I will watch Georgia Rule. But only for Gary. Lindsay Lohan can die and rot in the stage producer's bathroom for all I care. Hah. Wait, I don't care. Rawr.
Oh, you know the only major sucky part of the movie? The end credits. You know why? The background music of said credits. You know who sung it? Avril Lavigne.
...I'll just go chop my tongue off over there in the corner.
Don't bother waiting up, sugar.
She said that I shouldn't lock myself in whatever miserable place I'm in now. She said that when I find that happy place, and I look back at how miserable I was, I'd laugh about it. She said she loved me and wants me to be happy.
She also called me Captain Emo.
And I corrected her, "Ep ep! It's Miss Captain Emo."
...Man. This evening is whacked. I got online, got on YM, and before I knew it, was crying in front of the laptop while desperately trying to see the keyboards and type normally.
If it wasn't obvious, I was talking to Grace. And while our topic was confidential and quite personal (me me me me me), I'm sure you already know what we talked about (me!).
How many times did I repeat Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh by Bright Eyes? Dude. (If you're an idiot and don't know, HHALH by BE is my comfort song and has been such for the past year.)
Gracie, you know I'm trying. And I want to be happy, too. So there's still hope for me. There really is. :)Ahahaha. I feel like shit. Well, I did. Now I just feel pathetic. And shitty-like. Hahaha. It's kinda funny, actually 'cause I don't know the reason why. Hah.
Like...yesterday morning (jan 18; am) on the bus going to school, dude, I was just sitting there and I totally wanted to cry. I just felt like crap. And what sucked even more was...I didn't know why.
It was probably because I left my test permit at home, or because Aunt Sue and Uncle Dave went back to the States, or something else, but I just felt like crying.
(And even today (jan 19; am) going to school, I still felt like crying, but not as much. I got home today and read my horoscope by habit. It said that I'm whacked out at the moment but it'll all be better tomorrow. As in it specifically said tomorrow. So I'm just trying to hope it's true. Because feeling like crap is...y'know, crappy.)
So anyway, back to yesterday. I got to the HS building and told Monica about it but she just shrugged it off and I was there, ready to jump off the edge of sanity. Nice one.
So since I was particularly ignored, I just did my test, ate Monica's lunch, told Monica a Blink182 joke, who told Lex the same joke, and then did my other test, then went home.
And then I watched The Breakfast Club. It was fun. I now have a crush for Emilio Estevez (sp). And the part where Judd Nelson and that Molly girl hooked up...that was cute.
And I'm not particularly fond of the Basket case. She's okay and all, but she isn't all that pretty. How the hell did she end up with Emilio? *anger*
Okay. Anyway. Uhh.
So then I fell asleep and dreamed about Emilio Estavez (I'm serious) and woke up around 8. I ate dinner and proceeded to the biggest waste of time in my life.
I watched ABS-CBN (it's a local channel, kids) and waited for Princess Hours (Goong...BECAUSE GIAN WAS HOT IN THE COMMERCIAL SO SUE ME!).
I had to go through Sana Maulit Muli which wasn't so bad since Poknat (aka Jasmine Sta. Maria aka Kim Chiu) died. I was like, "Well that's strange. It's only...the how many-eth episode and she's dead?" And it then danwed on me.
Sana Maulit Muli (I Hope It Happens Again). And I'm like going, "Oooooohhhhh" on my bed the whole time until the next show, which I thought to be Princess Hours, turned out to be Maging Sino Ka Man (Whoever You May Be).
Ugh. It's okay, I guess. But I totally wasted my time. Sam Milby's an ass who can't speak Tagalog. And his English is just as annoying. Maybe he can just stand there and be pretty and people'd still like him.
Not that he's my type, 'cause he's not. He has okay hair, but only okay. Not as close as how Dame's is. Har har.
Anyway, so...yeah. That was the biggest waste of two hours in my life. And the Princess Hours episode wasn't very good.
And I realized....Gian is hotter in the commercial. He didn't look as girly as I wanted him to look in the episode. Plus, he was a snob. Which I figured, but if only he was the teasing snob then that would have been cuter.
Hey, but who am I to criticize?
I'm still going to watch it.So...today, I went snorkeling in Anilao, Mabini. Uncle Dave, my dad and brother went, too.
The main reason I was going is that they already went snorkeling in Hundred Islands and I wasn't able to go...uhm, so yeah. I had to go this time.
So they said it was a 3-hour trip. But an hour after we left, we stopped near my grandmother's house. Soon, out came my dad with some guy.
The guy looked like your typical surfer guy. Y'know, buff, fairly tanned skin, the strange...surfer hair, and whatnot. So he put his bags at the back of our car, and dad stood by my window.
And I was mouthing from one side of the window, "Who the hell is that?" with a grimace on my face. He didn't answer, but just got in the car, and so did the dude (he sat beside me...and he was a little big so I got squished with Uncle Dave :S).
So we drove a little while until the guy turned to me and smiled. "Ria, right?" and I'm like, fake smiling back and nodding (I'm listening to my iPod...no use talking to me much).
He then said, "I'm Max. Remember me?" and I'm like...still fake smiling and shaking my head. And he's like, "You don't say hi?" and I looked at him like he had 3 heads and begun to say something. "Uhh..."
But he effing cut me off. "I remember when you were a baby and you taught me the only Filipino sentence I know. 'Isusumbong kita sa tatay ko!'"
Uncle Dave asked what that meant and I, now knowing who the surfer dude is, said "It means 'I'm going to tell on you to my dad.'"
The guy's my half-Swiss cousin (3rd out of 8 children from my dad's younger sister) who apparently just graduated from college and came to the Philippines because so.
Uhh....okay. So he's like, "Did you get my gift?"
And I'm like, "Yeah, thanks."
(Which was Caran D'Ache coloring pencils)
So silence for the rest of the trip....and then we fast forward to the time we actually go snorkeling. (We went to Vistamar, a resort, and then to Sombrero Island. We plan to snorkel there first while Uncle Dave scuba dives and then move to this other place near it)
So when I got down the banca, I saw all the coral and it was so cool. It was so beautiful and stuff, with all the fish and whatnot. So...yeah, I swam a little farther.
But...what really bummed me out was...
When I swam a little, the coral eventually gets too close (because the guy said we should snorkel in the shallow part), and I panic like hell ('cause they're sharp and potentially dangerous).
So seawater gets in my mask and I frantically swim anywhere else (sometimes to even shallower waters). That totally sucked.
Once, I really got too close that I kinda overpanicked and kinda went in a vertical position (from the horizontal position you're supposed to be in while snorkeling), which was totally not a good idea.
I hit the coral, ended up sitting on it, and trying to get up by kneeling first (idiot idiot idiot idiot).
So I kept away from that part of the sea for the rest of the activity and swam somewhere else.
I was swimming once and I felt a sudden sting on my left arm, so I jerk it towards me and saw nothing. It kept hurting so I went back to the boat and looked at it.
I told my dad about how it feels and he said it was a jellyfish sting. So...yeah, when it became a little more visible, you could see a line from my inner arm going to the back of my hand, and he described it as the jellyfish's tentacle wrapping around my arm.
Hmph. Stupid jellyfish. AND...stupid watchmean don't even have first aid. It was annoying, man, and then I looked at my right leg and it's totally covered with coral scratches and it was bleeding.
I looked at my right hand and saw that my index finger was cut in two segments, plus on my left hand, the skin at the center of my palm was peeling off.
How nice. (swimming in all that salt water with said wounds) Ugh. they could have at least cleaned it with fresh water, but noooo.
Anyway, I kept panicking, but man, you should see when it's deep. There's like...a tower-like structure of coral and when I swam over it, the fish just hid in it and it was like...I dunno, a castle or hotel or something for the fish? Ack, I am such a dweeb.
And while swimming in the safe part, I waved to another snorkeler who came from a different boat. Uhh...just sharing.
And going back was a really rough ride. Haha. I mean, the guy drove the boat well but I was totally getting splashed and I was cold.
But as my brother said, "Face it like a man." ...while he stands up, takes his shirt off, and steps infront of us from where all the water and wind splashes."Why so grumpy, stumpy?"
*sigh* Well. I still feel shitty, but whatever. I think I'm better. Getting smashed helps, y'know that?
I need comfort. I need love. Ugh, I need music. I just want to scream...like, really loud. But I can't find the right place to do that.
So moving on, I'd like to thank dear Mellyse for sharing:
Click on it. After watching that, I just couldn't help but respect Justin Timberlake in that...haha-you-suck-but-you're-funny-anyway...kind. And of course, my favorite SNL cast member is there, Andy Samburg (?).
(Because there's just something about JT that you love hating...right? Admit it! Yeah...but it's a damn funny song anyway.)
So. Uhm...today, at lunch, I was writing stuff while sitting on Monica's chair. Nikka and Ocelle came up near the front of me and started arguing about if Nikka has a chest or not (if you know what I mean).
Ocelle: Oi, is Nikka like Peter Pan or Wendy?
Nikka: I'm Wendy!
Angge: Peter Pan.
Ocelle: Told ya!
Nikka: But I'm Wendy!
(Wendy having curves and Peter Pan is flat.)
Nikka posed a little, after saying that Pat (Henson) told her she had a chest. Mighty proud of it, she was. Though Ocelle just laughed, as well as the rest of us. (Nikka's a stick!)
Nikka: I'm like this! *makes a Coca-Cola bottle shape, but the "hips" were really too big*
Angge: You're like this? *does it again*
Nikka: No, no! *laughs* I'm like this! *makes a coca-cola bottle shape but the hips were " " straight* I'm like that!
And during Study Period, Pat, Gwen, Erika and Angge were drawing stuff on the black board, telling the others to guess what it was.
So one time, Erika called me to figure what it was. Angge's clue was to look at it upside-down. Then we saw someone mooning (y'know, pant's down, butt front). Yeah.
Pat, at one time, drew something. It was kinda strange. Then she asked me what I first thought it was.
Me: Boobs.
Pat: Yeah, boobs, and then here's the tummy and the toes. See? It's a pregnant woman looking down on her toes. See?
Me: Uhh...yes. Yes I do.
And we continued wasting chalk until departure.Y'know...a part of this whole ordeal makes me laugh. Most say/know I laugh and smile horribly wide when I'm at an extreme of frustration or depression.
And I'm not sure where I am, really. This world is so cruel all the time that the norm is already an extremity. It's a little funny.
And I laugh at my worthless attempt at remaining optimistic. Because that's...strangely what I think I really am. Y'know, optimistic.
I keep saying to myself that one day, this'll all be nothing and everything will be good and perfect. That maybe all these ill feelings and problems I'm keeping are just something my insecurity conjured up and will disappear right away, seeing as I think I don't mean them.
But the truth is...I want to be able to close my eyes and never have a reason to open them. And by the time I do have a reason, the whole world would have been long dead.
Then I won't have to see anything. I won't have to hear anything. I won't have to feel anything. And that's what we all want.
I need friends, but they don't need me.
And I can't help but agree with them.
...I don't need myself either. *smiles weakly*No, I'm not okay. No, I don't think I ever will be. No, I won't just remember her alive and not dead, because I've never seen her dead. ...But she is.
It sucks so much when people are right when you don't want them to be. It sucks so much when, at the same time, they are wrong when you want them to be right. When everyone makes it seem okay, when it really isn't...just hurts.
Everyone said that the doctor didn't look worried, and she looked okay. Does that give me an excuse to not worry as much anymore? Well, it was hardly enough. But I tried. I tried to believe it for once. Then...she went home, and she was gone in a day.
I miss her. I really do.
The last thing I said to her before I left was that she wasn't alone, and if she could just wait for me to get back home...I'm coming back for her. And I did come back for her...a day too late.
They told me she's gone at around 7, I assume. I went on crying until 11. It was so tiring. I was so tired. I wanted to go to sleep, but I couldn't.
My mind couldn't rest. But...I fell asleep at 3am, finally.
I just...well, if I was just there, y'know? Some people say it's better if you weren't there so you're spared of seeing them die, but for me...it's better that way. I want to be with her. I wanted to be the last thing she saw.
I thought by the time that it would have happened, I would have been more ready. But it was just so sudden. All deaths are. Expected, but still sudden.
It sucks.
I don't want to cry anymore, but...after 3 days, it still hasn't worn off. And I don't expect it to. I don't want it to wear off. I want to remember her forever and ever, and I know that one day I'll just forget her just like all the times when she was alive.
If I was there, if only I had did something differently, then maybe she could have lived longer. She could have been happier. It would have hurt less than this.
But I probably deserved it.
But now I'm scared. Like...really scared. If...y'know, this is what the start of 2007 is going to be, what more the rest of the year? I'm scared. I hate it. _________________________________________________________________*grant.my.last.request.and.just.let.me.hold.you__
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