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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."
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________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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Okay. I swear, I am a total movie-junkie today. Even yesterday. I dunno, I've been a movie-junkie since the beginning of summer. I've watched 6 movies in the past 1 1/2 days.
What I've watched in the past 36 hours:
** Shooter (with my brother)
** Ratz (some Hallmark flick...eh, w/ sister)
** Charlie & The Chocolate Factory (on the treadmill telly)
** Wild Hogs (woo!)
** Tarzan (yes, the animated one on Disney, w/ sister)
** Ed Wood (again, w/ sister)
I also bought a VCD of Rock Star (Mark Wahlberg, Jennifer Ansiton). Why? Because Mark Wahlberg's a sexy piece of ass. He was way cool in Shooter (me and my brother just felt like watching a nice action movie for once). I'll watch it tomorrow...I've got enough information in my barin at the moment.
It's kinda weird that my sister and I like the exact same guys on MADtv and Saturday Night Live, but we do, and we both have good taste.
We're into Ike Barinholtz and Josh Meyers from MADtv, and Andy Samberg from SNL (Josh's older brother Seth is a cast member, but frankly...blegh). I mean, none of them are the typical good-looking guys, but whatever man. Ike is a cutie. Too bad Josh got fired after only one season.
Anyway...moving on. The folks (that is, mom, dad, and my brother) went up to Baguio for my dad's birthday tomorrow, while me and my sister stayed here (we really...don't feel like travelling much). They gave me money. Oh, the freedom!
I mean, I researched about (facial) piercings last night, and started talking about it to my mom, who supposedly didn't get it. "Okay, fine, I'd do it myself."
Turns out, eyebrow piercings are the least painful. Cartilage piercings (which is what I want to get at the moment) are pretty high up there, though, being more painful that lip/laberet piercings. Damn.
Well, I chickened out while I was out at the mall a while ago (I bought the Rock star VCD instead of getting them...then I bought some fries :D). Couldn't really do it. I have sanitation issues. And for once, I decided not to give my parents possible heart attacks. Aren't I nice? I should get a trophy for this.
But nevertheless, once I am free, I will fill every space on my ear. Then I'll get a barbell for my left brow, a ring for my right nostril (I'd rather do it on the nostril than the septum), and a ring for my lower lip (or maybe snake bites. :P).
I have a tendency of being symmetrical, so the one on the left brow, and the right nostril evens things out for me. But it'll be hard to decide on what side to sleep on, though.
Turns out, alcohol isn't good for cleaning piercings (shit, that's what I've been using!). And piercing guns are unhealthy and can give you slight impact trauma (shit, that's what I've been using...again!).
Anyway...yeah. I'll do it all for the future.
Lex said she saw my dream boy in the mall yesterday. She said she can't bring him home though because then she'll have to pay for the ticket (she's in the US). And she doesn't want to bruise her ego and run up to him saying, "Hey, can I set you up with my friend? You two will be like so perfect for each other! Here's her YM. *scribbles on his hand with magic marker* Bye!", as she said.
...That bitch. (;P) *glares at Lex who possibly ruined my chances of getting another boy-toy* ..But he was 5'11"...dude, for the people who know me...5'11" might as well be as high as Jack's Beanstalk (Lex! Si Jack!!! xD)
For those who have no idea, Jack is my other boy-toy.
*hears Monica and Lex cough at the background*
Shaddup. ;POkay, this is just an update post...because I'm lazy. I'm not going to polish my writing, or whatever. So...yeah. I'm just typing in the order that it spews our of my brain.
Haven't watched Grey's Anatomy Season 2, episode 33-36? Then leave. There are spoilers unless you welcome them.
Watched a Grey's Anatomy rerun a while ago. I am ready to kill Izzie. Hoe could she do that to Denny? He was...a hottie! Kinda. But whatever. I liked him, and I screamed when she cut his LVAD (left ventricular assist device, for the non-professionals out there). Gah. But although I'm pissed at her for doing that, I'm rooting for their relationship. Too bad he died. Argh!
But the Memorial Clinic named after him is so nice. It's really cool....oh god, I miss Denny already. :(
Me and mom went to the grocery yesterday...uhm...she stopped in the middle of a clearing and answered her cellphone. And she was laughing so loud. Her laugh is annoying, and embarassing. God, kill me now.
Speaking of mom's annoying traits, she was listening to her iPod while she was driving me from school (enrollment day...she only wants me to come so that she won't have to stay in line), and I had my iPod plugged to the radio. She lowered the volume of my iPod, saying "I can't hear mine." and she started singing along. (Geez, now I can't hear mine)
Anyway, nothing really happened in the grocery. I was just standing there, trying to be like Jack Mercer (it's hard and strains my spine if I lean too far back. :D). And I bought a kiwi! A single kiwi. Why? Because I wanted to. Sue me.
....Uhm...maybe I'm the only 14-year old kid in the world that can have "fun" in a grocery. I mean, not really "fun", but I was just looking at the toilet paper (so...much...tissue...) and had the huge urge to TP someone/something. It would be a stress relief.
Speaking of stress, two days ago, I woke up wanting to cry. I was aching and I was frustrated at myself. I dressed up, and when I couldn't find my ponytail, that's when I cried. It was just so frustrating already, and even little things like that aren't making it easier.
I dunno. I was just so emo. ;P
I went to my dad in tears and said that I was tired, and frustrated, and angry, and all he said "Well, it's your fault for not sleeping early." And I started screaming at him, "What the hell does that have to do with anything?!" and I stormed out the room and went to the car.
I was crying whilst I was being driven (by the driver, of course) to the gym. I was listening to Take That, which made me feel slightly better, but even so, I cried even more. It's ironic.
But yeah. I was PMSing. ;D
It was the worst PMS that I've gotten.
Anyway...uh...yeah. Monica and I decided to make our own Quizilla account. It's a little random, but we wanted to make a story. Well, more like I wanted to, and I just forced her. But she knows how serious I am with this, and that I'd kill/disown her if she didn't do her part. After all, she agreed.
Anyway. The introduction is up. We don't really know what we're going to do with it, but whatever. And yes, we wanted to do typical. It's easier that way.
Uhm....yeah. Aunt Sue has not replied yet. So I'm kinda hoping she's not angry at me for asking for so much stuff (c'mon, it's just an OK Go hoodie and several other shirts and CDs! ;P).
...Argh. I'm doubting the address I got for Garrett. Ugh!
TO NANCY, BRITTNEY AND KAT (from BH): Please respond already! o_O;;Okay, so for the past few weeks, I've been a total movie junkie (haven't you noticed?). I'm always whining, "I'm so booooored! Can I go out for a movie?" and tonight is no different.
I still wasn't allowed to go out and watch one, so I scrounged around the house looking for some (addiction!). And then I found...Interview With The Vampire (I knew everything about the movie before I actually watched it).
I've read IWTV, as well as The Vampire Lestat, although I barely remember anything from them, since it was about two years ago. ...Or three, yeah, maybe three. I loved Louis, I hated Claudia (too bratty for me), and admired Lestat as the queerest, most determined vampire ever. But he had insercurity problems.
In the movie, it's exactly that way.
First of all, Brad Pitt hs always been hot, but he is just steamy with long hair. I never liked Kirsten Dunst nor Tom Cruise, but whatever. Claudia still sucks, and Lestat is still queer. But yes, I did feel sorry for Lestat when he was shown in the (near end).
Although when he did appear in the car in the actual end, I couldn't help but go, "You still are the queerest, most determined vampire I ever did see."
When Armand appeared, the name rang in my head for a long time (because I couldn't remember who he was. I read him in IWTV and TVL, yes, but what his role was, I couldn't recall).
"Wasn't Lestat's creator's name Marco?"
I have no clue why I thought that.
And don't ask me who Marco is. I wouldn't know.
And isn't Armand's hair supposed to be auburn?
And their nails look awfully manicured.
Anyway...yeah. I feel like being a total movie geek right now. But I can't squeeze enough films in one day (today was busy!).
...OMG I REMEMBER NOW! *omigaaaawd moment*
I also watched Home Alone 2 on the telly connected to the treadmill today! Macaulay...Culkin? How the fuck do you spell his name...anyway, he's a cutie then, but now...bleh.
Puberty ruins you, friends.
It is evil, and it ruins you.
Anyway, yeah. I was feeling pissed because the people there kept telling me to change treadmills, so I kept missing some scenes. And eventually, I gave up and I don't want them to keep asking me, so I didn't finish the movie and I left (:c). Just when it was going to end.
Ahh...moving on to iPod news.
Yes, I kick myself in my imaginary balls for insisting that I knew what I was pressing/agreeing to. I forgived myself as well, because it gave me a chance to clean up my iPod and sort the songs one by one (I am a put-in-the-whole-album person, but there's some songs that I really don't listen to).
I got new songs, too. I am lacking the songs to which I don't have a CD of (borrowed!), and some albums that are currently...uh, lost.
But I feel sorry for losing the Song Play Count. A certain The Strokes song has been repeated at most 350 times. And the most repeated album would be Take That's Beautiful World. Anyway, I'm close to having the number I ended with last time. But I didn't really look at it, so I can't be certain.
New downloads? Of-fucking-course.
Something To Talk About : Bonnie Raitt (OMG Sanjaya! Bwahaha.)
This Is An Introduction : Broken Spindles
Induction : Broken Spindles
Inward : Broken Spindles
Talk To Me, Dance With Me : Hot Hot Heat
Maria In Motion : Son, Ambulance
...And the whole Silent Alarm album by Bloc Party. :)FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! I ACCIDENTALY DELETED EVERYTHING ON MY iPOD!!!
HOLY FUCK, I FEEL LIKE SUCH A DUFUS RIGHT NOW!!!! GAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! FUUUUUUUUUUCK.
I knew something like this was going to happen someday, but fuuuuuuuuckkkkk!!! (Btw, I don't care if I'm barely literate right now or not, I'm ina fucking crisis!)
Oh my gooooood, I had 2 days worth of songs on that thing! Fuck! I can't believe how dumb I can be! WTF I HATE iTUNES, IT NEVER SAYS WHAT THE BUTTON'S GOING TO DO SPECIFICALLY AND IN A MANNER I CAN UNDERSTAND.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
*feels like a total idiot*2:56am 4-21
I just finished watching The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy a few minutes ago, and I must say...it's one fucking awesome movie. Cutest moment would be the whale and the bowl of petunias. ...Just because. ;P
Sam Rockwell is good there. I mean, he's just about the best looking guy in the movie, if not the only.
One thing I find strange though, is that they did not bring any closure to, what was it, Hummer? I think that's his name. The main guy with the nose-religion thing. He was never shown again, and yet he's on the cover. *shrugs* Thought he'd be more important than that.
I'd love to have that Point of View gun.
...And I have a really big urge to drink tea right now.
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Feeling: Flirty, dirty, wholesome and lonesome.
Y'know, I realized the strangest thing (1 1/2 months ago, but I'm mentioning it only now) is that lovely Conor looks like dear Milo. There is a freakingly uncanny resemblance!
I mean, I've been watching Heroes interviews (because our awesome country does not awesomely show the awesome Heroes series. Awesomely.) and with some angles, and a certain hairstyle (try Petrelli's), I'm ready to glomp ol' Petrelli there and give him a big hug.
Conor needs that.
One big hug. *heart*
Moving on to more (awesome) news. I have found the guy(s) with the hair of my dreams (whether on myself or on a really hot person, I don't care.) There are a number of them, but they pretty much have the same do. I'll list the top 3 (in no specific order...I just like them the most. ;P).
(Supposed to add Andy Ross, but I didn't have a good picture)
I've always had a thing for soft(looking), slightly wavy hair; particularly brown. Kind of shaggy, and the almighty just-woke-up-but-still-flawless trait.
Paolo has pretty hair, Damian has even prettier hair (I vote him the lead singer with the hottest hair), but ?!?! totally wins me. The perfect shade of brown, the soft-look, the curls...*drools* Absolutely gorgeous.
And no, I'm not telling you who ?!?! is.
I want to keep him and his hair protected. ;P
ON A SIMILAR NOTE...I want to watch Hairspray.
Haha. John Travolta!Gah, accidentaly scratched myself...
There's a 2 and a half inch long gash down my arm. :(
Earlier today, I spent roughly two hours on the treadmill because I was too busy watching Edward Wood (starring Johnny Depp~!) on the telly screen that's attached to the machine. I didn't get to finish it, though because my legs were ready to fall off.
I am sick of walking. I walked 12+ kilometers ("uphill") in 4 days. Blegh.
But anyway, I don't know if I've talked about it already (too lazy to check), but I bought Four Brothers and Forrest Gump on VCD a few days ago. Both are awesome, especially 4B (Wheeee~Jack Mercer is god!).
FG was also nice, but I must say...Jenny's a whore. She did good in the end though, she was prettier then, too. The kid straightened her life out. Speaking of the kid...*squeals* Haley Joel Osment was soooooooooo cute!! The big eyes, and the little body, and...gah!
My brother lent me Infinity On High (FOB), but he took my USB cable, so I can't transfer it to my iPod. He said he'll give it back today, but he didn't come home.
*sigh* I've been feeling so anarchic these days. I was planning a full-out parents/friends/life/world bashing post some time ago, but *shrugs* I forgot to do so, and why I would have done so. Plus, I'd rather spend my time playing KoL ("These are chocolate brownies with large lumps of spicy pork in them. Just like grandma used to make. Grandma hated you.").
Fuckin' amazing, that game.
Speaking of amazing things, I downloaded stuff the other day.
Kissing The Lipless : The Shins (!!!)
The Fritz : Say Hi To Your Mom (!!!)
Yeah, I'm In Love With An Android : Say Hi To Your Mom
Dimensions And Verticles : Say Hi To Your Mom
Gust Stains : The Unicorns
Peach Moon : The Unicorns (!!!)
......*sigh* I miss Julian.I've been twitching since 8am. I'm shivering. I feel tense and reckless. I want to keep moving, but I don't know where to go. I feel hollow yet strangely full. I want to explode. I want to scream, I want to laugh, I want to do anything...as long as it's loud and releases takes up as much of my energy as possible.
Why? I don't know. I have alot of reasons. But I can't seem to really comprehend what those reasons are as of this moment. If you want it summarized, I don't feel suicidal, nor do I feel depressed. I'm just confused and happy and twitchy all at the same time.
I need to let something out.
But I don't know what, or why.
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I plan to go to the States or to Canada for college.
...Or, I dunno, any time, just not now.
I don't really know how my parents would take it, nor will I find out soon (it's hard to tell them these things), but I really want it. And maybe, if I fight them enough to prove that, they'd let me. My grandparents would let me, I'm sure.
If I go to the States, I can't choose the state I want to go to because, so far, in the states I want, there are no people whom I can stay with. I prefer staying at a dorm, but I need someone I know near for safety and needed supplies ($$$). Sigh. I dunno. I want to fight for it, but it's a complete turn around from life here, y'know?
I mean, even if you want to turn around, there's still this gut feeling that when you do, what you'll be facing will be completely different from whatever's behind you now. In short, it's not going to be easy.
...But hey, that's just a plan. I'll tell you when I actually break it to the folks.BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Finally! After 12 hours of editting, filling, coding and uploading, it's done! Yeah, done, baby. Done as in rifinito! Done as in tapos! Done as in...done! *squeals with joy*
So if it's not obvious yet, I'm talking about the new skin (Congratulations for finding this page!). I actually started working on it yesterday, when I got the codes, and some simple black and white coloring. I had to change the theme by looking for a background image and change the colors of the font, links, scroll bars, and the like.
It kinda sucked because most of it was in CSS, an area where I am not very experienced (but I am now!). And I couldn't find a right BG image interms of size (I tried editting some, but it was hard because of some other factors like the positioning, and the margins) and whatnot. Plus, there were no instructions on how the hell I'm supposed to edit it.
I finished it all about an hour ago, actually, but then there was this tag problem with the posts part of the blog, and I didn't know how to fix it. So when I applied it as a skin, and saw the problem, I started sweating and stuff. "Fuck, what's wrong now?!" Yeah. But then I saw a stray tag, and encoded it again. Now it's done. Done as in--okay, shut up.
Needless to say, my brain turned into soppy, wet, mush during the first 3 hours that I editted. And I was only at the change-theme stage. Wtfz.
So...yeah. With this new skin, some new formats arose:
** Because of how unsightly it is to see lots of posts, and having to scroll up all the time, I decided to show only 1 post on the main page. If you missed a few days, you'll have to go to the archives (which is pretty easy to do so now).
** I transferred all my fanlistings back to the links part, primarily because I have more space. I think they're also still on the first post, but I'll be removing them sooner or later (I'm too lazy now).
ANYWAY!!! Yeah. That's done, and I won't be doing any HTML/CSS/Java Script for a long, long time. Oh, and...
VOTE FOR BLAKE LOUIS!!!
I don't really like American Idol, but he's hot. Bwahaha.Okay, this is just a filler post with some wrote-in-a-rush info ('cuz prolonging the explanation will make it repetetive and boring).
1. To give convenience, I've listed all my fanlisting banner codes on the first post. That is, over here. Y'see, I'm part of a lot of them, and it's just unsightly to see them all in the Navi bar. As of this moment, I'm still trying to remember the ones I've joined. (Oops.)
**EDIT! I'm done remembering. :) But I'm pretty sure I left some out on purpose... Anyway...phew. My mind is screwed 'cuz of all the HTML. And no direct-linkage?! WtfZ! (So I had to make another Photobucket account so it'll be fast)
2. I'm a member in a gym where in the nurtitionist is the mom of one of my batchmates. Awkward...but she's nice and kinda loud, so it's okay. As long as she doesn't disrupt me from watching Tom&Jerry on the treadmill screen.
3. I went to Astrovision today after signing up for the gym, and went to look for the Four Brothers DVD/VCD (*siiiiigh* Marky Mark and Garrett...*siiiigh*). They said they had one left in stock, but...couldn't find it. So I ordered them to call their boss or whatever, to buy more. And they did. Bwahaha. (In the meantime, I had cash to burn, so I bought something else)
4. I. am. a. SOPHEH. That, in proper english is, a sophomore.
I can't believe I pass. Wait, I can. *scoffs* ...but not really.
Ms. Santiago made us write a short-story last February, see, and she wanted to keep mine, but instead gave it back to my mom. Blegh. I could've gotten it on exhibit!
And yes, I did terribly in Religion and Philippine History classes.
5. Anyway. Uhh...yeah. This was supposed to be a really depressing post (due to another, completely off-topic subject from what I'm talking about here), but right now, I don't feel like making myself feel like crap.
...That's another thing that I think distinguishes me from others I know as of this moment.
At least I'm trying to make myself happier. There's just things...that, I dunno. There are just things that make me cry at 5 in the morning. ...Which actually happened.
(But, I guess, 5am is now the equivalent to 10pm for me. My bedtime has been at 7 in the morning for the past month. *burp*)
Although...y'know something that made me feel better?
...Johnny Knoxville.
Bwahahaha.
Yeah, I got the Jackass VCD from Astrovision.
Mmm...Bam Margera...<3 Sexy sexy.I feel like exploding.
Like, not really in a bad way. Just...let it all out, like "BLEAAAGGGHHHAARRRZZZ!!!!" Or maybe more than that. It's up to you to comprehend whether that was frustration or a certain urge to rape someone (Monica!).
...And yes, I just said bleagharz. Don't ask what that means, because even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. ...'Cause it's a really, really, really big secret. A family secret. A super-duper secret hidden under the depths of Queen Elizabeth's extremely frilly underpants.
It's that much of a secret. *nods*
..................Fuck, I'm bored.
...I wanna learn how to fly. And I wanna go "woosh!" when I do it. Kinda like how superheroes always go "woosh!" when they fly. They're the coolest.
Aw shit.
Oh, wait, I just wanna say this.
I LOVE YOU, PAOLO!!!!
LIKE HOW I LOVE YOUR NEW SHOES
*siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighhhhhhhh*For the past two or three days (I can't really tell...), I've been in my grandparents' house in Bagui, without internet, sufficient entertainment, and communication to the outside worl (a.k.a. Monica).
I don't mind, really, becayse I did just want to kick back, do nothing (but not to the point of boredom), and be productive. The latter was accomplished slightly.
I'm done with more than 3/4 of Eragon, going at a steady pace. Why, I remember spending a day sleeping until noon, reading until I got tired again (which was about less than an hour...), and drifting back to sleep. The cycle continued until I wake up the next day.
Aside from reading, I've done other things to quench my boredom and liven up the stifled silence of a mountain province. Let me list 2.
1. Finished a 500-piece jigsaw puzzle of the Camelot Inn (of Glastonbusy, Somerset, England). I suffered only a mild, wavering headache, fortunately.
2. I won my first game of Solitaire on an iPod. I always wondered if you can win in iPod games, so...yeah.
During those activities (3 including Eragon) I had Take That's comeback album, Beautiful World, on loop. I've fallen in love with I'd Wait For Life. Whenever I'm reading, and the chorus comes up, I put the book down and just feel the words. Eragon, I kick myself in my imaginary balls for watching the movie first. It's only after reading his last part in the book where I appreciated Brom (and I'd Wait For Life was playing...man, I wanted to cry).
And Murtagh was more playful in the book than in the movie (where he didn't even get a substantial part!).
He was less...badish. That was cool and all...BUT HE TOOK OF HIS TUNIC! Why the hell didn't they show that in the movie?! Garrett doesn't mind showing a wee bit of skin (or a lot of it in Four Brothers)...man...
The past half-week has been one of the most productive days I've had in a long time. I'm strangely pleased.
But then again, something happened today. I don't really feel bad, but it was such a waste. ...I need to find away to gain back the 3 days I've wasted on that thing.
Note to self: C-A-R-I-B-B-E-A-N.
Argh it. Haha.From now on, I'll be cross-posting between here and my new LiveJournal (I'll try and maintain this one, I promise).
Onwards to: Bent Cigarettes.
This does not mean that Espionaged will be left. I will still use this blog regularly. Bent Cigarettes is just used as a convenience, and for entertainment.
Thank you.
Oh, and happy April Fool's day.If I stood up and faced it, you wouldn't've been so easy on me.
If I told the truth right away, you wouldn't've said what you said.
If I didn't cry and hide in my closet in the dark, you wouldn't've made it seem that I wasn't at fault.
Everyone makes mistakes, you say. Especially, if not only, me.
You won't admit it, but I'll admit it for you.
I do everything wrong. I say everything wrong.
I'm too arrogant, too selfish. I have no motivation.
I have to have my own way. I'm everything I say I'm not.
I regret alot, but never admit it. I give up too easily.
I don't like to slow down. I'm never sorry.
I love too little, and I hate too much.
You say that I need to learn to open up.
You claim that I can never be commited to something.
You stress that I am mad at the world.
Oh, on the con-fucking-trary.
The world is mad at me. _________________________________________________________________*grant.my.last.request.and.just.let.me.hold.you__
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