Alright, so on the 15th of July, my parent got into a fight(again) and it caused mom to be afraid of dad. She also went back to grandma, with me joining in, for 3 whole days. Without internet, t.v., or any technology. So what can a lazy girl like me do to pass the time? Hang out with friends, and read books.
Yes. Books.
I do read; it takes me away from reality sometimes(almost as good as music) and always makes me turn the page. However, I accidentally bought the second book of a trilogy series, and I have this stubborness to read the first one instead. But I don't have the first one. Which makes me too stubborn to read the second book of the series.
Imagine me going back and forth.
Me #1: But the book is the second of the series!
Me #2: Yeah, so? You don't want to waste a good $25 on a book you'll never read, right?
Me #1: Yeah, but I'll get confused if I read it now! I don't even know the characters enough. Ever heard of character development!?
Me #2: WHO CARES? It's a book! Just read it! It's not like it's gonna harm you anyways! You'll just miss out on the development. It won't hurt, right?
Me #1: WRONG! Character development is important! Just like the time I read the Time Quake Trilogy books! We honestly fell in love with the characters because of their personalities, and god damnit Gideon is extremely smart, gentlemanly, and sexy in the story! ALL BECAUSE OF HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.
Me #2: I admit, Gideon was awesome in the story. BUT BESIDE THAT. Start reading the book!
Me #1: NOOOO!!!!
Me: #2: DAMNIT. JUST. READ. THE. DAMN. BOOK.
ME #1: NEVER, UNTIL I READ THE FIRST ONE.
Annnndddd that's how it went. Yes, I know. I'm just insane and mentally disturbed. Possibly because I was slightly traumatized when I was little. Meh, we're all alittle messed up in the head. C:
Ciao ciao~
--Prima
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Friday, July 20, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
July 11th
Today's my birthday, yet, only my mom, aunt, and my close friend said, 'Happy Birthday' to me. I'm pretty satisfied with that, but I kinda want some more special attention. I'm having a birthday party this Sunday(which reminds me, has there ever been a party on my exact birthday?) and most of my mother's friends are coming. Which means, drinking is insured, adults are around, and 3 little bratty kids I have to look after will be there.
I have a wonderful party. Maa, it's better than having none, right? Besides, since I'm turning 15 today(well, the exact time would be 8:45pm) I might as well celebrate it with mom. I remember this one time where on my birthday, I celebrated my birthday with my mom, and only my mom. It wasn't much, because we were heavily poor, but she managed to buy a cake and come candles. It was pretty funny, because she brought the wrong kind of candles, and no matter how hard I blow, they were still lit like as if they never went out! XD
Well, I wonder what'll happen on my party this week? Perhaps mom will accidentally buy me those same candles again? Ahaha, I kinda hope so. I just hope dad doesn't ruin everything. There was this one time, when I was turning 6, where I had this small birthday party with my neighboring friends(this was before mom and I ran away from him). He would stare at us for the whole time, beer in hand, face beet-red. My friends were slightly terrified of him, and because of that, they didn't bother coming over to my house much. I don't blame them; I was scared of dad, too, when I was a kid...
But moving on, I wish myself happy birthday, and thanks to the people who wished it for me also.
I wonder whats in store for me in the future now?
--Mancervore
I have a wonderful party. Maa, it's better than having none, right? Besides, since I'm turning 15 today(well, the exact time would be 8:45pm) I might as well celebrate it with mom. I remember this one time where on my birthday, I celebrated my birthday with my mom, and only my mom. It wasn't much, because we were heavily poor, but she managed to buy a cake and come candles. It was pretty funny, because she brought the wrong kind of candles, and no matter how hard I blow, they were still lit like as if they never went out! XD
Well, I wonder what'll happen on my party this week? Perhaps mom will accidentally buy me those same candles again? Ahaha, I kinda hope so. I just hope dad doesn't ruin everything. There was this one time, when I was turning 6, where I had this small birthday party with my neighboring friends(this was before mom and I ran away from him). He would stare at us for the whole time, beer in hand, face beet-red. My friends were slightly terrified of him, and because of that, they didn't bother coming over to my house much. I don't blame them; I was scared of dad, too, when I was a kid...
But moving on, I wish myself happy birthday, and thanks to the people who wished it for me also.
I wonder whats in store for me in the future now?
--Mancervore
Monday, July 9, 2012
*Insert Ranting Title*
Okay, here it goes.
Mom and I want to kick dad out of the house. He's just freeloading us and even though he has a job, he doesn't support any of us. He doesn't pay the bills, much less take care of things, and lounges in the living room all day with his laptop (probably tryin' to make some ladies come for him; that old geezer). Mom is already working as hard as she can, with the hard-ass money, and he takes it away. Saying something between the lines of, "Oh, I'm just keeping it safe so you don't spend it away carelessly." Careless my ass, he can go fly a f*cking kite if all he does is 'keeping it safe'. It's no doubt he's spending mom's money on beer, smokes, and other useless shit. He also uses mom's money to buy food to feed himself. Seriously, wth? I'm also starving in case you didn't notice my ribs poking out (thank God there's still rice in my house. Kinda wish I can use the stove to cook. Can't cook any scrambled eggs 'cause it's dad's food).
Oh, my birthday's coming up in two days. Wonderful.
Can't really say weither or not I'll have a party; we do have a pool and a picnic area near our apartment, but like I said, I'm not really sure if I'll use it for the party (or that I'll ever have any type of celebration on the day I was born). Anyways, that's pretty much it. Hopefully dad will move out(his friend said there's a job that he want him to take; I wish he would owo).
Chao chao!
--Pu-ri-ma
Mom and I want to kick dad out of the house. He's just freeloading us and even though he has a job, he doesn't support any of us. He doesn't pay the bills, much less take care of things, and lounges in the living room all day with his laptop (probably tryin' to make some ladies come for him; that old geezer). Mom is already working as hard as she can, with the hard-ass money, and he takes it away. Saying something between the lines of, "Oh, I'm just keeping it safe so you don't spend it away carelessly." Careless my ass, he can go fly a f*cking kite if all he does is 'keeping it safe'. It's no doubt he's spending mom's money on beer, smokes, and other useless shit. He also uses mom's money to buy food to feed himself. Seriously, wth? I'm also starving in case you didn't notice my ribs poking out (thank God there's still rice in my house. Kinda wish I can use the stove to cook. Can't cook any scrambled eggs 'cause it's dad's food).
Oh, my birthday's coming up in two days. Wonderful.
Can't really say weither or not I'll have a party; we do have a pool and a picnic area near our apartment, but like I said, I'm not really sure if I'll use it for the party (or that I'll ever have any type of celebration on the day I was born). Anyways, that's pretty much it. Hopefully dad will move out(his friend said there's a job that he want him to take; I wish he would owo).
Chao chao!
--Pu-ri-ma
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Internet
This morning dad told me that his Internet keeps shutting down. Mom though it was a virus, and she was right. So now because of this stupid virus, I had to spend about an hour or so to try and fix it.
T R I E D.
And failed.
I don't know these things. Atleast my laptop isn't screwed up... Yet. :D
So yeah, here I am on my iPod(that has Internet; God I'm spoiled) tellin you guys about my morning.
Moral of the story; try not getting a virus in your Internet. Trust me, don't waste the however-many hours I wasted on dad's laptop. Bleh, that's pretty much it. Chao.
--P R I M A
T R I E D.
And failed.
I don't know these things. Atleast my laptop isn't screwed up... Yet. :D
So yeah, here I am on my iPod(that has Internet; God I'm spoiled) tellin you guys about my morning.
Moral of the story; try not getting a virus in your Internet. Trust me, don't waste the however-many hours I wasted on dad's laptop. Bleh, that's pretty much it. Chao.
--P R I M A
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Father [letter rant]
Dear dad,
I wish you would stop saying I'm a bad child. Compared to others, you don't see me smoking or drinking, much less have a boyfriend. Honestly, who cares if I'm on the Internet most of the time? I have no friends to hang out with; and even if I did, I wouldn't beable to leave because I don't have the key to the house. I hardly walk past the door throughout the year, only if I needed to, I would return home safe and sound. So, tell me why you tell lies, threaten me to kick me out, and say the most horriblest things in my face? It's not like I wished to be your daughter, too. Atleast I know it's the beer that makes you talk. Thank God and whoever out there that I didn't live with you when I was a child. I'm not being the best straight A+ girl, or the kind that would spend all of her time with the family, but you're not the greatest father ever. Just know that the next birthday I have, I expect nothing from you.
-- your daughter, Prima.
(Sorry guys if it made you feel sad about me. I'm okay with mom anyways. Had to write this, just to feel alittle better. You may expect me writing something like this on most nights. That's when dad comes home and drinks alcohol the most.)
I wish you would stop saying I'm a bad child. Compared to others, you don't see me smoking or drinking, much less have a boyfriend. Honestly, who cares if I'm on the Internet most of the time? I have no friends to hang out with; and even if I did, I wouldn't beable to leave because I don't have the key to the house. I hardly walk past the door throughout the year, only if I needed to, I would return home safe and sound. So, tell me why you tell lies, threaten me to kick me out, and say the most horriblest things in my face? It's not like I wished to be your daughter, too. Atleast I know it's the beer that makes you talk. Thank God and whoever out there that I didn't live with you when I was a child. I'm not being the best straight A+ girl, or the kind that would spend all of her time with the family, but you're not the greatest father ever. Just know that the next birthday I have, I expect nothing from you.
-- your daughter, Prima.
(Sorry guys if it made you feel sad about me. I'm okay with mom anyways. Had to write this, just to feel alittle better. You may expect me writing something like this on most nights. That's when dad comes home and drinks alcohol the most.)
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