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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."
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________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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Lookie at what me and Monica drew on YMDoodle!
I named him Choppie the Sewer Man. Yup. Hehe.
I feel sick, horrible and like I want to throw up. I took numerous vitamin pills and antibiotics, though I really want this sweet, orange syrup (Ceelin!) I used to take when I was a kid, but stopped having ever since I "ascended" to tablets. ...*whines* I want my sweets. :d
I checked my blood pressure about 10pm, and dad said it was abnormally high. It was higher than my dad's and my mom's BP at the moment. And they have hypertension problems.
So I took a bath upon their advice and checked again. It went even higher (145, 108...wtf?!). Took it again just in case, and it was normal (for a sick person). Phew.
A while back, I kind of started reading about Leet (a.k.a. Leetspeak, 1337, 1337sp34k)...because it is funn3r 7h4n j0r b0xx0rz!!!11one1!eleventy-one!2!1
...Yes, I've always been the one to apply proper English, I know, but it's only when I'm serious. When I feel like being playful, this is what happens. *shrugs*
Bwahaha. I find obscure leet very fun. :D
Man. I watched Pet Semetary II today (finished like, midnight or so), and until now I am freaked out.
I mean, it's not really scary, and I'm not emotionaly scarred for life, but I'm just freaked out. Like...it's fucking freaky, man.
While I was watching, I couldn't scream of jump or anything because mom and dad are in the room and asleep. My aunt was reading a book, but she probably didn't mind when I jumped in my seat more often than once.
In my head, I was like, "Oh fuck oh fuck he's right behind you oh shit run you fucktard run!!" It was just...dude. Freaky. (Fuck, my nose is running...)
And I have now decided that the hottest boy (not man. BOY. As in, totally a minor) on Earth when I was born (like, y'know, 1992, because that's when Pet Semetary came out) is Edward Furlong. Like, daaaaammmnnn.
He's a druggie now, and his shmexieness is kind of hidden beneath his, uh, druggie exterior, but he kinda looks the same. But he is way cuter in Pet Semetary. Oh man.
...Y'know, it was kinda hard to concentrate on the story when you're looking at such a hot boy--no, morbidly hot boy. As in his character in Pet Semetary in so...morbid. Like crazy-freaky. Wtf?
But I couldn't understand a few things...
(Movie spoilers...so they're in small letters)
Gus digs up Renee for Jeff, then they meet in her new "grave" near a bog, right? When Jeff looks up, Gus looks at him as if they're allies. Like, the smile and whatever.
I mean, I got the vibe that when the resurrected people are resurrected, they feel the same way towards people before they died, and only grow hostile when their murders are witnessed/prevented.
But Zowie started attacking Chase out of the blue (and them poor kittens!).
And during the end, Chase came up to the attic and Renee told Jeff to go downstairs. But when Jeff opens the door, Gus is there, ready to beat/kill the fuck out of, not only Chase, but also Jeff.
That is what I not get. Or is Renee just the superzombie that can command all the other zombies?
AND! In the end, it kinda implyed that they can be killed with fire. With all the melting and the electrical thingymajigers. But what about Zowie? He was just shot in the heart. He walks in the house and dies there.
The fuck?
(spoilers done!)
...Anyway, it was an okay movie.
I mean, horror, y'know. Can't do much.
But...yeah. *thumbs up* Edward Furlong.
I'll be offline for about a week so that I can conserve adventures in KoL. Oh, and thanks to Annatariel for introducing to me the wonder of the Hidden Temple.
So yeah, just giving those who'll wonder where I am a headstart. Now excuse me while I get a tissue.
***EDIT EDIT EDIT!!!*** Holy motherfucking Jesus, Paris Hilton is one of Edward's exgirlfriends?! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!?!The lost art of...
Family Conversations
*phone rings*
Me: *picks it up* Hello?
Brother: Ria?
Me: What?
Brother: Mom.
Me: Not here.
Brother: Okay. *hangs up*
...It's only the second day of summer and I'm already sick. My throat's been hurting badly, and my cough is slowly getting worse.
...It's only the second day of summer and I'm already bored out of my head. I mean, I do have things to do, but I made up these crazy reasons on why I shouldn't do them. At least, not yet.
Here, I have compiled a neatly categorized list of things I need to accomplish over the summer. ...One way or another. :)
Things To Do
** Write a letter to mail to Garrett Hedlund
** Lose weight (!!!)
** Change blog skin
** Achieve Level 20 in KoL
** Play ROSE Online again
** Learn to get used to wearing glasses again
** Find out how to do LifeNote online (Katkat! XD)
Movies To Watch
** Georgia Rule (Fuck, why does Garrett's character fall in love with Lindsay Lohan? Fuck! *kicks LL*)
** Pirates Of The Carribean: At World's End (Mmm...Keith Richards. Bwahaha.)
Books/Things To Read
** Eragon (Inheritance, Book 1)
** Eldest (Inheritance, Book 2)
** Death Note chapters 8-10
Stuff To Buy
** Four Brothers DVD
** Oh No : OK Go (it's in Shangri-La or Alabang somewhere...)
** Eragon the video game (they say it sucked, but hey, Garrett's voicing in it, so who cares?)
** A tablet (asap!)
** Adobe Photoshop CS2 CD (with working serial number!)
** Macromedia Flash CD (also with working serial number!)
Meanwhile, go check this awesome link:
Wanna chat with God?Oh, I forgot to tell you something. Uhh, on the 17th (technically, because it was midnight), my dad came home from San Francisco. And in the Philippines, it's customary to have tons of pasalubong, or gifts/souveniers when you go somehwere far. So, here's what he got me (I had a wishlist, so...).
A) Eragon (Inheritance, Book 1) by Christopher Paolini...I got hooked on the movie, so...yeah. Shut up.
B) Eldest (Inheritance, Book 2) by Christopher Paolini..luckily, it came out on paperback only the day before he left for Manila. ...Because paperback is way cheaper.
C) A journal and a pen that lights up...the journal's cover and back have these purple bumps on it that feels good when you touch them. Amazing. :)
D) Eragon bookmark...it's so awesome.
E) The Loon : Tapes N' Tapes...it's an awesomely cool album. Though when Josh Grier, the lead vocals, sings in 'Omaha,' he sounds like Conor Oberst. But hey, everyone loves Conor, so I'm not complaining.
F) Juicebox : The Strokes...as in the CD single with a bonus track and videos. Hey, it was only 2 dollars, so why not?
G) Is This Is : The Strokes...hee hee.
H) Socks...love 'em.
I) New earphones...see the round thing near the ipod? It's the container for the earphones. It took me way too long to figure out how to get it out from that thing. Then I used my secret weapon! ...Rotating power.
J) Black hoodie...hehe. It was a...weird fabric.
Anyway...there, I jsut wanted to show stuff off. Haha. 'Cause, like, we don't have those things here in the Philippines (fuck us).
But he didn't get my tablet. As in, drawing tablet for PC. The guys said they sell it only online because no one is physically buying, I guess. Pfft. Whatever.Yesterday, I was cramming my Math LPs because Ms. Hilario said that if I didn't do them, she won't sign my clearance. And while I don't really care what she does, I care about being able to advance to the next year.
So from when I went home at around 1pm, I spent until 4-5pm trying to do it. It was all about LCDs and rational expressions, and my head hurt so much when I was half-way done to the point that it made me cry a little.
Oh god, I hate Algebra.
I finished most of it, 90% sure that all my answers were wrong (which isn't good because Ms. Hilario said they all have to be correct; if not, I redo it). I frantically called Janella, Julienne, Monica, or Rosanbel if they could bring their portfolio the next day so I can just copy.
So today, was the last day of school. Whoop.
My "mom" Iana bought me the Scissor Sisters' new album (Ta-Dah) as a belated Christmas gift. Haha. Thanks. (Listening to it right now...)
Rosanbel brought her portfolio and I hurriedly copied the answers. After the Filipino test, was the Math test (ugh, nosebleed). Ms. Hilario came to me and made me get my folder, so...yeah, I gave it to her.
...I'm a fucking idiot. Nabobo ako sa Math. Fuck. It's 27-x, stupid. Not Y; 27-x! Fuck. Fuck Algebra.
Anyway, after that, I-3 was planning a long postponed class party. I always come to those things because I'm bored, so...yeah. It was in the Richdale Subdv. Clubhouse. Bring swimming stuff if needed.
So...yeah, everything started fine. Turns out, it was Czare and Jean's (class vice president and secretary respectively) birthday.
I guess what was really funny was when we tried doing these stupid games. Like Egg Toss. Maxine (bath president...) and I were "practicing" upon her request.
So we started really close to each other, as in, hands touching. So there, I rolled the egg to her hand. Then we went one step back. She threw it too softly, so it fell right on the floor. It was so stupid. I mean, can you tell how near to each other we are already?
Anyway, Ceni adn Bea managed to throw the eggs the farthest, but when Ceni was going to catch the egg, she accidentally crushed the egg and it splattered all over her.
And that was the start of the swimming time.
Someone threw Ceni to the pool. And pretty soon, alot of people were in there after being pushed.
I managed to push Jean and Ida into the pool before being pushed/pulled by Liang and Pat. Unfortunately, I didn't bring extra clothes.
So anyway, at one point, I was holding the poolside when Liang tried pulling me. I was actually tired, but I managed to fight her. Then Pat came. Wtf. She jumped in the water and they both pulled me. Ow.
Then Liang tried drowning me (by means of keeping my head down). Then I drowned her. Then Pat drowned me. I continued drowning Liang, and then Pat drowned her too.
It started out really fun, actually. But when the party was a little over, everyone started feeling really bum and shit. Why?
Number one: Someone brought/drank alcohol and that upsetted quite a few people (esp. the religious and moral ones). Number two: It was cold, and there wasn't much to do anymore. Number three: Everyone is starting to go home.
One was especially drunk (I won't say her name to save her remaining dignity).
She started accussing me of stealing her slippers, her watch and her Bazooka. But when she kept repeating it, everyone understood that I didn't do a thing, and that she was just drunk.
I mean, it wasn't necessarily that annoying. It was offending a little (because I believe that when you say something while you're drunk, it has a hidden meaning), but I don't know. I just felt like crap and wanted to punch her brains out and go home.
I did get home a little after that and started binge-eating chocolates from the mini-ref in my mom's room.
Speaking of chocolates, thanks for the chocolate Ate Kyra. I'll eat it some other time.
(What? Don't know ate Kyra? She's my Kapatiran sister, and if I've told you about her and you know our situation, my answer to you is: Yes, we've both come to terms with each other, I guess.)I met a guy today. And I was frustrated at him, because he couldn't understand. But I didn't want to be frustrated at him because I liked him.
I told him before that I like him. He didn't understand at that time, either. I was frustrated, and I said I hated him, which I guess wasn't true. Because now, I still like him. I didn't want to tell him that because he might not understand again.
But he said he knew, and just wanted to hear it from me. So I told him. I didn't make it seem like a big deal, but it was, sadly. I didn't know why, though.
He said he was flattered, but he had a girlfriend.
It didn't hurt though, for some reason. I just raised an eyebrow.
He said I didn't need to worry, though, but I didn't get it. I just said that it was embarassing. And after what he said, I suddenly look like an idiot. He said no, and that I should shut the fuck up (up up up; "stfuuuu") because I don't look like an idiot.
I said thanks. He said he was tired, and it was nice talking to me again. I didn't need to say anything after that, because from the beginning, I told him I had missed him; way more than I can understand.
I've known him for 2 and a half years, but it's like I met him all over again. ...It's nice things happened the way they did. It's nice he still remembered me. It's nice he still cared. It's nice he remained the same.
...Yeah, Calum, you didn't change.
Not as much as you think.I woke up on the morning of March 11 with my drapes and cutrains shut tight. The air-conditioner hummed at its low-high setting, while constantly blowing cold breezes against my face.
I pouted at my pillow, who apparently found it amusing if it jumped off the bed and onto the floor. But aside from taunting me, I also pondered on other reasons why it's on the floor.
I swear I asked for some pretzels about three times, but I guess pillows aren't very good at walking to the pantry. My poor pillow probably just had enough energy to get off the bed. I give it my sympathy.
It was noon, but I obviously had no plans of getting up. So I just looked around my room. Strangely, I discovered things that I never knew were in my room or never remembered I had (no matter how recently I acquired them).
I mean, I personally think it's strange to not know what's in your room exactly. And that's what I'm showing today. Things I never knew were in my room (no matter how long ago or how recently I've had them).
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a) A small figurine/keychain of a dachshund (after 10 years, it's only now that I really know how to spell it right) that my mother bought me some time last week. My coolest, awesomest, most radical dog died on January 1, 2007. I was way beyond heartbroken and blamed myself for why she got sick with every possible disease a little awesome dog could have. I thought that...maybe, if I had done something different, this wouldn't have happened. I'm not going to stop in believing that I could have done something to prevent all this, if only I was there. I don't feel that I'm ever going to accept her passing until I myself pass away. I accepted it as a fact, but I still cling on to the sensation that...she's just hiding in the yard, like she usually did.
b) The numerous dream catchers in my room. I can't believe I forgot about them. I mean, they're everywhere. Tsk. Maybe they're working too much. I mean, sure, I haven't had a bad dream in a while, but I haven't had good dreams, either.
c) There's a black thing on the light in my room. And it's light has recently been dimming. Then I thought, "Maybe iz gonna 'splode er sumtin'." Someone has yet to fix it.
d) Bright Eyes lyrics on my wall. I estimate that it was from a year ago, when Mick Foley came to the Philippines for a promotional tour. If you've been my friend/following my blog since then, then you'd probably know why it's there. One: Nothing good will come if you take out your frustration on a wall. You'll either break your fist or ruin a perfectly good wall. Two: Why the hell aren't crayons washable?!
So...yeah. My life since I last posted hasn't been any different, so I just figured that something like this would be nice.
Questions?
> Where's The Voice? No, I haven't given any/much notice to the group I mentioned in the post prior to this. I guess it's my way of trying to cope, y'know?
>Joo Wanna Hab-A-Banana? In case you didn't know, today, we sold chocolate-covered bananas with candy sprinkles for our THE (technology and home economics...) class, as an entrepeneurship project. You can't deny the power of a banana sold at P12 each! TO ASSUMPTIONISTAS: If you didn't buy a stub, you can all eat my shorts instead, because all the bananas are...
soooOOLLD OOOout. (They were that cool.)
...And the fact that I bullied a 4th grader into shutting up when we were selling them 'nanas was even cooler. Go me! I mean, she's the little sister of the loserest-loser in this side of loser's ville. She can't talk to me like that. (Yes, I'm popular enough to call some people losers. Go me again!)
>Totally Awsome. And yes, the walls of my room are pink. (Hey, I was once an ordinary 6-year-old who liked Barbies. Screw you.)I'm really tired.
I'm tired of having to watch what I say out of fear of being criticized. I'm tired of not being able to do anything but accept whatever shit comes to me. I'm tired of being unhappy and alone.
I made a promise to Grace that I'd try to be happy. But sometimes...I just can't help it.
Yesterday was the feast day of the foundress of our school, Blessed Marie Eugenie Milleret. The school had mass and the highschool body was to have a picnic or hang out until 1pm.
After mass, me and Monica went to the classroom and changed into casual. Then she disappeared.
Lex, Dana, Frans, Karla, Janella and Lica were waiting for their McDonalds delivery, and I just decided to tag along. They decided to go to the Main Gate to wait for the delivery there.
While we were walking, Karla suddenly looked at me and snorted, "Shouldn't you be with Monica?" I said yes, but added that I couldn't find her. Later on, Karla came up to me again and said, "Can't you just go away?" Of course, no one heard, and I just made it seem that what she said was a joke.
At one point, all of them held hands and locked elbows. I backed off, knowing my place.
Once we got to the Main Gate, they decided to go eat at the cafe in the Eco Park. I just sat there. Frans was going to sit next to me, but Janella and Karla suddenly went, "No, no, sit here."
I just kept silent the whole time. I refused the iced tea Lex bought me, which Karla immediately took. I refused the food they offered or the conversations they wanted to start. I kept away from all the pictures they wanted to take together.
It's kind of pathetic, but I was tearing up a little while we were sitting there. My glasses didn't make that obvious, thankfully.
After eating, they wanted to take a pictorial by the Eco Park's fountain, Francis of Assisi statue, and the wishing well. Of course, I took all the pictures. No protest whatsoever.
They took a picture by the Mother Mary statue, and Lex asked if it was really okay that I take them. I said, "Sure. I'm not really considered part of you guys, now am I?"
She asked me if I was mad. I just smiled, fiddled with their cameras, and ordered her to go to the statue and pose already.
You might be wondering why I continued to hang out with them. I wonder the same thing. You see, most of these people were the people who said they loved me, and that they'd never leave me, no matter how many times they already have.
Maybe it's me still believing them, or me waiting for them to change and eventually do what they promised, but...
Honestly, I don't like being alone. I just...stop or break down. And in the process, you can see every inch of frailty; every bit of the weakness and fright that I desperately try to hide.
It's hard to find the words.
But I don't care about what Karla said. I don't care about being rejected or talked about behind my back. As long as I have someone to walk with and pretend to be the friend of.
Even if we're just pretending, I'm happier than ever. Even if you hate me, I know I can't do anything but try to make it seem that I didn't hear you. We both know that I don't have anyone else to run to.
I could put on your shoes and look down the whole time so I can imagine that I'm walking with you.
People mean more to me than I mean to people. And that's alright with me. As long as I mean a little bit more than a piece of shit...I'll survive.
I'm willing to take the beating as long as you're the one punching me in the face.I'm the childish type, y'know?
I'm the kind who wants the whole world to be simple. I don't like to be burdened by problems or responsibilities. I hate having to wait or sit still without having anything to do or look at. I hate vegetables. I love the attention, the glamour, the materialism. I want people to be my friends and no one elses.
When I'm sincere, people don't believe me. Only few people cause me to change my mind, and those people who managed to make me doubt or second-think my decision are already quite remarkable. But there are some things in life that us children can't do anything about.
The world is meant to never be understood. Responsibilities can't be escaped. Being bored is part of life. Vegetables make you healthy (which I have yet to be). No one looks at you. You can never have enough money to buy everything you want. And finally, you can never have anything for yourself.
While I've accepted all these, there's still the childish part in me that says, "anything is possible as long as you freaking say it is."
Vegetables don't freaking exist.
(Oh wait, I take that back because beauties like Conor Obie, Billy Martin and Ravydear would starve. And we all know that Billy can't get any thinner than that without dying.)
But you know what? I'm about to tell you something so incredibly true that it'll blow your mind like a .47 caliber would blow the brains out your freaking skull.
I love Gracie.
*hears a BANG in the far-off distance*
So...since I haven't been posting for a while, and I'm sure you don't really care about what I did (but I'll tell you, anyway), I'll just bullet-point it.
.February 22-23: I ditched school and went with my parents to Subic (it's hot, dead, and an ex-US military base). I went poking around the Yacht Club, and went to Ocean Adventure to play with a bunch of False Killer Whales. It cost us 5000 bucks to get in and do stuff, but whatever. It was a good experience.
.February 24: Went to UP Diliman with the whole batch to watch a play called Basilia Ng Malolos, about a girl named Basilia who is a headstrong woman's activist. I forgot my ticket, but Alexa treated me to another one, which I have yet to pay her back for. Oops.
.February 27: The 3rd year's entrepeneurship thing. Since ate Daisy and Anne forced me into buying a Salud (Italian) ticket (which is totally bad because I hate Italian with all my might) I had to rush after PE and race to the field where the thing was. So I ate with Maxine, Liang, Karyza and Monica. It was okay, I guess. I usually barf when I eat Italian, but I didn't. Congradulate me!
I forgot the date of: When I got my glasses. It's only graded 100, but whatever. I'm having a hard time adjusting.
.March 1: I straightened things out with baby Grace. I told her that it was hard to be selfish and desperate at the same time. But that's another cool thing about me: I can multi-task. Our new oath: We'll slit our throats together only after we both get laid.
.March 3: Cut my hair. Mom said it looked like Posh Spice's, which is a compliment because...dude, she's married to David-freaking-Beckham. It's okay. I'm a little...ick, about it, though. It's hard to maintain exactly how I wanted it. But it looks cool with my ultra-cooler glasses. Yeah.
.March 4: Dad's leaving for San Francisco. He hasn't gone to the States since...17 years ago. So I made sure to drop on him all the things I wanted (which Mother Stingy did not give me). Among of which are a tablet, Eragon and Eldest (Inheritance, book 1 and 2 by Christopher Paolini), and extremely awesome socks.
Did anyone figure out by now that I'm known for having extremely awesome socks? Yes. Extremely awesome. _________________________________________________________________*grant.my.last.request.and.just.let.me.hold.you__
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This is the navigation page. Let me explain what it does. The phrases in bold (below), when typed into the Next Stop? box at the bottom of the page, will take you to the different places in my blog. If you type and enter a phrase twice or more, then the page will appear twice or more.
REMEMBER: The phrases must be typed EXACTLY as how it is shown here. Spelling, punctuation marks, everything. But you may not capitalize the letters (if you wish).
Ria Rocks My Socks - sends you to the Navigation list
Da Gangsta Be Hustlin - sends you to the profile page
Monster With Stars - sends you to the blog page
I've Got New Shoes - sends you to the faves/hates/music page
Gimme A Kiss - sends you to the links/fanlistings page
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Be Nimble, Be Quick - sends you to the Cbox page
Oh Holy Fools - sends you to the credits page
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