How Fragile We Are {version2.3} .:|:. Espionaged.BS.com

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Written by: Raviena
Love you, Ravy. <3

"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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Yesterday, my sister took me to Ateneo to watch 2 off-league basketball matches between, duh, Ateneo, and DLSU. Ateneo won both games (first was the Men's Team B, and the second was the Females) with, I think, a good 10 points ahead on both.

I got to see Sarah, Alan and Joe again after a long time (I think I saw Jason and Marlo, too). If you don't know, around early 2006 or so, my sister told me about a site in which she is a part of, and some of her friends.

These friends go and watch games together and such. So she took me on several occassions (including a few parties hosted by Tita Mitch, in which all the Ateneo players were invited), and I got to meet them.

It was only lately that she took me out again. So...yeah.

I remember one instance when we went to a kainan with some of the players (I don't remember most of them, though). Miggy Solitaria was there, of which I'm a big fan...and/or had a slight crush on.

He found out while we were eating and tried to make it seem as if he didn't know. My sister and Sarah, I think, started teasing him and stuff, and got him to write a note (in which he really took time on) to me. I lost it. Haha.

Anyway, today, my sister took me out to the movies to watch Music & Lyrics. I wanted to watch it because PoP made me laugh. Haha.

It was really cute. Alex Fletcher (Hugh Grant), who really sung his songs, was as hot as ever. Cora Corman (Haley Bennett) freaked me out, but I think that's her purpose. I'm not really fond of Drew Barrymore, but whatever. She was okay, I guess.

Anyway, as I said, it was really cute. It made me so embarassed to watch some scenes, though, because it was just too..."Oh my god."

It's Hugh's 36th film, can you believe that?

My sister was laughing everytime he was dancing because it reminded her of his other film, Love Actually (which we have a DVD of, and it's really nice).

I didn't mind. I still found it funny, though.

Honestly though, if PoP was real, and if I was born at their time, I really think I would be a fan. I mean, who could resist?

I am soooo buying the soundtrack.

*sigh* Valentines. I don't really care about Valentines. But I'm having a hard time trying to decide if this year's V-day is the best or worst that I've had.

Okay, it isn't necessarily the worst one, but it's one of the most annoying. I've been laid back all my life when it comes to Valentines, except this year. Pffsss. I feel like pouting alot. And that's what I did in school today. Pout (with the occasional whining).

Uhm, well, it was Teacher's Day today as well, so that meant we had student teachers (4th year esp). So "Ms. Hilario" (ate Mary-Ann!) was massaging me while Mass was going on, 'cuz it's just so boring to just sit there.

I ditched "Ms. Calayag's" class because we were literally doing nothing. "Ms. Clarete's" class wasn't so bad, because the student teacher (ate Chinny...) was just telling stories that were funny, compared to the real Ms. Clarete's blurbs.

*sigh* I have a crush on ex-Mr. Big frontman Eric Martin.

Anyway...uhm, my sister gave me a New Kids On The Block book published in 1990, for Valentines. Mom gave me a small packet of Kissables (the mini version of kisses...), and everyone else I knew gave me a hug or a greeting.

Argh. Must. Stop. Pouting. *shakes head*
I'm so annoooooooyyyeeed!!!

So, uh, before I go ballistic, I'll just leave you with the list of my fresh new downloads for today. Yes, I recommend you download them, too. I'll give out more next time.

2014 : The Unicorns
The Twenty-Second Century : Say Hi To Your Mom
To The Floor : Loquat
Busted : The Black Keys
She Made Me : The Brian Jonestown Massacre
Staring At The Sun : TV On The Radio
I Predict A Riot : Kaiser Chiefs
Touch You, Touch You : Hot Hot Heat
I Disappear : The Faint
Such Great Heights : The Postal Service

I'm listening to Stay The Same by Joey McIntyre. It's pretty.

I'm pretty tired. I mean, I've been tired since Monday, even if I slept heartily during the weekend (woke up at 8am on Saturday, slept againt at 1pm until 7pm. I woke up again and went back to bed at 10pm, finally waking up at 9am the following morning).

So the past week has been composed of Bea ("creatively") making raps about me, Pat bugging me about if her dives (swimming lessons in PE) were okay, Nikka asking me if her hair smelled like cake (another food fight, I assume), me and my murderous intentions on killing our Algebr teacher (because she's annoying), me and Science (Ms. Calayag and me are tight), and other stuff like that.

I went on another downloading spree on Wednesday. I managed to download only 6 songs though ('cause my internet is a bitch).

Said songs were one apiece from The Decemberists, Rilo Kiley (they're totally cool), The Faint (Worked Up So Sexual is so fun!), Brand New (the same song that's playing in the BG right now), Something Corporate and Hellogoodbye.

Ocelle gave me my Fevers & Mirrors (Bright Eyes) and The Same Old Blood With A New Touch (Cute Is What We Aim For) CDs today.

Iya said yesterday that she was 50% done with the songs I asked her to download for me. Rare torrents, she said. I have no idea what that means.

Oh, and tomorrow is the Year IV's legacy concert. Are you going? I am. I don't like OPM bands, but whatever. It's kinda cool. And I'm wearing my cool shirt. Har har.

Uhh...I'm tired again. But before I go, can I ask someone to download/buy me the Scissor Sisters' Ta-Dah album? Thanks.

Catch ya'll on the flipside.

The italic part of this post is from an e-mail I sent Aunt Sue...I'm too lazy to retype it. So...yeah, I hope you get it. I've been explaining it over and over already.

...After we finished our tarp (since I last posted), "we called Ms. Calayag right after that, and she said she'll check if she received it. She didn't call back after that, so we assumed she got it. And she did. But we, as in by ourselves, found out just today...

...That they didn't print our taurplin out.

Ms. Calayag received the text from Ms. Hebron yesterday night saying that the printing agency decided to not print ours anymore. There were two 1st-year tarps that were left. One could really not be printed out because it had the wrong format, and they decided to ignore ours because it was just one tarp, and wasn't worth it.

Can you believe how much that hurt us? Me and Fatima especially, after all that we've been through. And they didn't even tell us anything. We assumed it was all right because of their silence. *shakes head*

At the end of the day today, Ms. Calayag talked to us (she said it was the only time she had) about it. She said she was sorry, and really felt bad.

She asked me if I felt bad (because she kind of knew that if I get angry, I get angry). I said I was, but not at her. I was more angry at the agency and at myself.

I lacked Photoshop experience, so I thought it was my fault on why they couldn't edit it in the first place. But I didn't say anything. So anyway...yeah."

That...really was bad. I was crying. That's why I've been explaining to everyone. But it's okay now, I guess...*scratches head*

{fatima - the coolest gurl in town, ip leader hahahaha. im also pretty weh? im the one typing} Okay ria?:] im not ria!!! :]

These day is the weirdest of all! Why? i dont know! it was half day today! and you know what we had a very nyc adventure yuck??!!!!!! yadiyadiyar hahar...

ok its the first time ria commuted!!!! Yes Oh Yes!!!!! She rocks a lot!!!! (Ria sez: Whatever!!) uhmmm.... well she told me to write the whole thing that happened..... wahahahahahahaha

ok let me start the wonderous adventure wehehehe yuck!!!!!

During the first period our very own gud teacher ms. calayag pulled us out of class she told us that our tarpaulin for the science fair had a lot of problems so we decided to stay after school.... and take note without any transportation going home....

hahahaha... as in no one was available...then we started doing the very easy and cool tarp which made our life very meaningful... tsktsk...

up and down left and ryt.... ria and i went round and round all over that very tremendously big high school building looking for someone who could help us.... after 3 hours we were able to finish the tarp but unfortunately when sir lito jimenez {the computer genuis} stored our tarp but our computer hanged so..... we couldnt save it... huhuhuhuhu....

so in other words its all gone now i couldnt take it anymore i dont want to be the reason why cause everytime i walk out the door i see him die a little more insidei dont want to hurt him anymore i dont want to be an INVESTIGATORY PROJECT.... YEHHHH! YOU KNOW IM GETTING INSANE WITH THAT TARP....!!

ok bak 2 d story. :]

we werent able to submit it on time... the teachers had to go at 3.30 and it was exactly 3.30!
we had to talk to ms. rhea hebron, ms. cynth lisbo, ms. agnes henson and of course ms. shane susan calayg.... tsktsk.... we wer in big trouble....

ok so we went home (kinda)!!!!!! we were waitng outside of the multi purpose for a tricycle... but no one came and we werent allowed to go outside of the school without a pass/an adult.... huhuhu ok i cried ....

so ria was kind enough to ask a random parent for a ride down the gate... and she succeeded... thanks to the mom of jolina!!! ang kapal talaga ng mukha namen... (Ria sez: Talaga!!!)

then we went to the corner of sumulong highway we were planning our plan for commuting and then a mysterious car called out my name... and guess what it was ms. herrero {well not really}she offered us a ride going home and we gladly accepted it hahaha... kapal n naman ng mukha namen...

our route was from AA- Sumulong highway- las brisas- ynares center- antipolo taytay border- tikling- ortigas junction- mitsubishi- ciara oliveros's house- mitsubishi- otigas junction agen- tikling agen- tikling agen- antipolo taytay agen- ynares agen- las brisas drop off station

thanks to ms. herrero.... then we took trike going to ria's house and we paid 70 pesos... hahahaha.... and it was ria's first time to ride one because of me hahahaha....(Ria sez: Second time, ah!)

it was really cool {like our group in english it was cool!!!} and breeze was really cold it was freezing cold!! it was still cool though.....!

finally when we got home her mom was so happy then she was very worried before the time we got home ok so my sentence is making no sense..... tsktsk... poor fatima... and she even called ms. calayag hahaha... who was panicking over the fone... haha gud for her.... joke!!!! :{}

uhmmmm... anyway we finished the tarp and right now im typing her blog entry an later we will be watching PRINCESS HOURS OUR FAVORITE SHOW EVER!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAH..... THE END OF THE ADVENTURE.... LATER I'LL GO HOME I HAD A NICE TIME RIA.... THANK YOU...!!!

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(Ria sez: Yahoo! Tapos na! Ang bagal mo kasi mag type eh, Fami naman...ang gago talaga natin sa mga teachers hahaha!)

The Calendar Hung Itself

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning
When you start to raise your head?
And does he sing to you incessantly
From the space between your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at school
With his feet inside your shoes?
Looking down every few steps
To pretend he walks with you.
Does he know that place below your neck
That is your favorite to be touched
and does he cry through broken sentences
Like I love you far too much?
Does he lay awake listening to your breath?
Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile there's a thousand more
you won't ever see but
Most hold inside yourself eternally

Well, I drug your ghost across the country
And we plotted out my death.
In every city, memories would whisper:
"Here is where you rest."
I was determined in Chicago
But I dug my teeth into my knees
and I settled for a telephone
And sang into your machine.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

I kissed a girl with a broken jaw
That her father gave to her.
She had eyes bright enough to burn me.
They reminded me of yours.
In a story told
She was a little girl in a red-rouge,
sun-bruised field and there were rows
Of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed.
And it rose like thunder,
Clapped under our hands.
And it stretched for centuries
To a diary entry's end where I wrote,
You make me happy, oh!!
When skies are gray
You make me happy oh!!
When skies are gray
and gray and gray.

Well the clock's heart it hangs
Inside its open chest with its hands
stretched towards the calendar hanging itself
But I will not weep for those dying days.
For all the ones who have left,
There are a few that stayed.
And they found me here and pulled me
From the grass where I was laid.

Connor is amazing, you know that? He makes me feel so many things. Like, being happy, being sad, being comfortable and relaxed. It's like he knows me, but I don't know him.

But sometimes, I feel I don't need to because he's just like me somewhat.

I dunno. I feel glad today. Well, kind of, but it's the type of glad that I've been looking for ever since January. It's the kind of glad that I felt I lacked. Though I'm not complete yet, it's a good start.

I just felt like crying because I knew that Grace and Liang were right that she loved me, and that I loved her. It was so stupid because I tried denying it with all this shit that I wanted to leave her.

And I won't. I won't leave her.
She knows I don't want to, and I know she won't let me.

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