The Heidi in me playing with the Fluffy clouds:

  • Rina.
  • 15 years old.
  • Into deep emotional, mental self-renovation.
  • Undergoing the teenage-dirt-bag stage.
  • Trying to figure out what my existence is for
  • Celebtrity look-alikes: Jasmine Trias, Sarah Geronimo, Toni Gonzaga and Olivia Daytia [yan na Grapes ha] (hahahaha! Based from different people's opinions)
  • Suffering from the attacks of ironies of the world
  • Quite into Filipino Poetry nowadays
  • Dreams of filming her own Experimental/Independent Films
  • A sucker in Math
  • Mentally and Emotionally disturbed.

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    My fluffy friends, loud as a cloud:

     .Previous blog_Sucky Sucky Self.

     .Kuya.
     .Selah.
     .Nikki.
     .Shiela.
     .TK.
     .Bianca.
     .Reinna.
     .Greggy.
     .Dan_Ryan.
     .Stacy.
     .Erpak.
     .Melai.
     .Ellis.
     .Dana.
     .Zai.
     .Jericho.
     .Drazen.
     .Grapes.
     .Darise.
     .Gabby.
     .Micah.

     .Means of Conceitedness.
     .Friendster Profile.


    Wishy-wishy Wish List:
  • A PASSING grade in Math next school year
  • A better environment (politics, economy, school, friends and at home)
  • WORLD PEACE!
  • Intelligence, a true one.
  • An honest memory
  • Camcorder (for filming)


    • Wednesday, April 19, 2006

    pathetic. :)

    There were times when i do nothing but to ask myself where the hell did i get my wierdoness. And at last, i've found the roots on where i could blame all these shits!

    1. My Lola (mother side) named her dog "Carlos Fernando" in favor of her addiction with Telenovelas.
    2. My Dad is extremely against Muslims in all ways. (that's a weird thing)
    3. My Mom irons her hair almost everyday and would jokingly tell people that her hair is absolutely "age-defying". Whatta Kris-holic!
    4. My Sister (Ati Mirs) doesn't have the ability to "date" and to "flirt". (that's it, everything she does is accompanied with wierdness..in all ways.)
    5. My brother... Look at the way he dresses! Costumes and costumes!

    Well, well, well. So never ask me why i ate that friggin' eucalyptus leaf and that kampanilya flower. Never ask my i got "chaka" bangs and why the hell did i cut my hair. Never ask me why i wear mini skirts inspite of my "coin-y" legs. And never ask me why i, myself is a weirdo. Ask my parents. They've got the "real" answers.

    *this entry is completely pathetic. I am hopeless*

    *points at herself, then shooks her head*


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