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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."
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________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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Ahh...Friday the 13th. The only day where klutzes like me can blame all their misfortunes on something other than irresponsibility and ignorance.
Okay. So let's start in the morning. Clubs, right? I'm in the computer club. While me and Lex and Monica were waiting to get in the Computer Room, the dark bitch of hell (no, not the Fairy Godmother) decided to hang out near the Computer Room. When we were inside the room, and after Sr. Iris and Sir Jimenez babbled about what we'll be doing during the year, they gave us the rare 'okay' to go on the internet and go check our email, or Friendster, whatever.
So me and Monica decided to go on Gaia, while Lex went to check her mail on yahoo and go on Meebo. Turns-freaking-out, since EVERYONE in the whole room was online, the internet was as slow as crap. Like, duuuuude. We're supposed to have Wi-Fi. My freaking Dial-up at home is faster than this. It was so annoying. We didn't get to go anywhere. So I played around with Flash and made a stupid doodle that moves. Hehe.
*sigh* Then some freaks that me and Lex were trying to avoid (neither DBOH or FGM) went in the Comp Room and, I guess, signed up for the club. Hah. I wanted to laugh at them because it was they weren't accepted in their 1st choice of club. Other than that, I felt like crap.
Anyway...yeah. So...after that, I didn't notice anything else. But quizzes were everywhere, and I totally got a mental-block on our Algebra test. I could remember everything and every other answer except for this whole section with Synthetic Division/Method of Detached Coefficients. Gaddemet.
So..yeah. Lunch, Lex and the rest of the gang decided to test my muscles. ~brag~ I carried Lex like it wasn't a problem. Karla, too. Then Janella wanted to see if I could carry her. I said okay, but she started to be defensive saying that she's heavier than me and whatever. Blah~I carried her without much of a problem either. Then......there's Frans. She was chicken at first because she says she doesn't know how to jump on me. But I carried her for like, 5 seconds before she laughed really hard and caught us off balance. She sat on the back of my right shin. Which still hurts, btw.
Hmm...what else. Hmm...well, yeah. Then there's Statistics. After the quiz, we needed to pass our papers, right? Well Ms. Martinez said she wont' accept anything after the cound ot 10. So...okay, I was rushing, blah, passed it, blah. We were beyond 10 but she still got the papers. Then Maxine told us that Ms. Martinez suspected our row of comparing and changing answers, and gave us a minus 2 (as the reason we were late in submitting our papers).
We were all, like, panicked and stuff, so we went up to her like a gang and caught her just after she brushed her teeth (so she was holding a toothbrush) during lunchtime. So we explained ourselves, some saying that they were still answering and that the others waited for them to finish up. The others were fixing the papers by classnumber because the other teachers whined about it being disorderly, and thought that Ms. Martinez would be the same.
But luckily, Ms. Martinez saw that I passed it at the count of 1, so I had nothing to do with it. Hee hee. Other than that, after the explanation and some threats using a toothbrush as weapon, no deductions were given.
Anyway~so...departure! Monica's unlucky because the OTHER dark bitch of hell (ze Fairy Godmother!) or ShingYAAAAHHHH as we have recently started calling her, is taking the same bus as her home. Eheheheh. Me, on the other hand, was in my bus while my busmates poked at my clearfolder and iPod.
You see, I sit near the door of the bus (which is a van). We are three in a row. But I got in first before the one in the middle. When she came, I offered to exit the bus so that she can put her stuff in. In the process, I felt something tug at my right foot and then *BLAAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!* I fell down. On hard concrete. And it was raining. My bag's all muddy. Fuck the world.
But I was okay. My knee hurt and I think it'll bruise like hell, but I didn't want to make a really big deal out of it, so I pretended that I cared more about the safety and cleanliness of my stuff. I fail. But I'll have it cleaned. Eh, moving on. So...yeah. When she came back again, I made sure that she'd move to the side and I'll see where I'm going before I try to get off the bus. Like man that was embarassing. Haha.
Aaaaand yeah. Monica's phone is broken again. I asked mom if I can go to the internet cafe with her tomorrow. She said yes, but I'll have to come home early. Haha. You cna't believe how many times I changed my plans for Saturday.
I planned to go to a Soiree with some Highschool boys from another school, but didn't have transportation. Then I planned to go with Iya to the National Embassy of Korea to research about their native dances, which is our thing for PE. She cancelled because she found out that they don't teach the dances there, but only have materials. So her mom'll ask if she could borrow some. Anyway...yeah. I'm really bored.
-_-;"I wonder about your whereabouts / And hope I hell / You're happy where you are
You used to say that / You're just fine, / But I still wonder from time to time"
*sigh* I have to find a way to relax, somewhat.
I should stop insisting that keeping myself busy will repel any bad thoughts and feelings I harbor. I need to breathe and calm down. *sigh* It's not that easy. I hate thinking about something I'm not happy about because it makes me feel bad and angry. It shows in my work, too.
Or maybe, it's just that...the things I keep myselfbusy with are things that don't make me inwardly happy. But...I don't know. I'm having a blast, honestly. When you are having fun, you shouldn't get tired, though. You should always be wanting more, right? Well, I do. I want alot more. I'm just...tired.
If I stop, I fear boredom. And that is what I am most especially not happy with.
I borrowed one of Mikee's manga. It was entitled Confidential Confessions. Something about this fattish girl who has an uber strict dad, going into drugs, alcohol and prostitution to meet her family and friends' expectations. I was hiding the comic book behind my Religion text...heh, oldest trick in the book. But I had to keep pretending I was actually listening because Selena, my seatmate, kept raising her hand to answer. So...yeah.
It just...made me think about things...aside from makign me laugh my head off (I laugh at stuff like that...sorry).
But as I said, I'm having a blast. I'm...pretty sure I'm happy. I've been drawing online commissions like crazy. School has been less than merciful. Plus, I have the flu. I'm tired and busy and a mess, but I think I'm happy.
Thanks to Aby for making me this doodle (still can't find a name for him).
Thanks to Michelle for agreeing to be my coloring slave for life.
Thanks to Sachuu for giving me a big-ass discount on her art.
Thanks to Rinny for being such an awesome artist.
Thanks to Monica for hitting me repeatedly when I act stupid and spend too much on art.8D! ....Okay, I'm not so drugged up right now, so I'm not so 8D. More of owo. Eheh. orz Anyway...I NEED STUFF FOR A MELLO COSPLAY! D:! Like, wig, leather, belts, everything! DX!! I plan to strut around school on my birthday in it. ;D Well, technically, just the wig...like hell I'm going to wear leather in summer. D8!
Monica's phone was fixed, so she called me and was like, "TEH PHONES IZ FIXEDED! 8D!!!!" and we switched places, because yesterday, I was the one who was stoned, not her. ....Bitch stole my crack. ...what is my crack? Our Filipino teacher, of course. XD; That freak makes me laugh. ;p "SIR P, PA-ENGLISH!" On, and leather.
Anyway. owo
I went around looking for info on how to make ze cosplay. And one was right...making a form-fitting vest out of quilted fabric is way hard...that's why I'll just ask someone to make it for me. XD; As for the leather...omg, I don't look good in leather. D: ...As compared to Mello, but whatever!
*feels fugly* D8
Wigs here are expensive...I bet I won't be able to find any right fabric, either. And...and...and the rosary! DX! I...don't have rosaries! But I do want his uber furry coat thing with the uber furry hood. owo
....But still, Matt is harder. I have no idea what his pants are made of. The easiest thing about him would be his goggles, and portable game. And his shirt, kinda. @_@ Easiest has got to be L, tho. I practically look like him everyday! Slouched, baggy stuff, messy hair, lack of sleep...eating always...oh yes. I ooze the essense of L. I am L. Given, I can't sit like him, but who cares yo. Next would be Misa. She's easy. Then Near, then...maybe Matsuda. Haha. And...uhm. Raito. D: Then Mello and Matt. Ooh, Ryuk's complicated, too. Kinda. I dunno. I don't plan to cosplay as Ryuk any time soon anyway. XD;
I wanna cosplay now! orz
Me: Come wif meh to ze canteens!
Monica: No~
Me: What?! Why not! Pleeeeease??
Monica: No!
Me: C'moooooooo--
Monica: Nooo!
Me: --ooooooooo--
Monica: Noooo! D8!
Me: --ooooooooo--
Monica: Nuuuuu!!! DX!
Me: --ooooooooonnnn!!!
Monica: *shrug* Okay. _________________________________________________________________*grant.my.last.request.and.just.let.me.hold.you__
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