I'm planning to start an Abercrombie & Fitch or AE sort of website. And I used Abercrombie & Fitch & AE as the particular examples because they're 2 of the websites that I dig, format wise. They're not too flashy and not too sophisticated.

Not that I'm going to sell and design clothes and do the e-commerce phenomenon of sales and marketing but simply because I like to take photographs with stories... so that's what I'll do.... make my friends dress up and pose and upload them to the web. (And I'll put a sign: NOT FOR SALE.)

Bleah.

Ok. Bomalabs na 'to. hehe.

wala lang. Just writing the first things that come to me.

Anyone could tell me what the coverage for the Pol Sci test is? That would be greatly appreciated. :)

View A&F and AE

I hope Amazing Race has a replay of last Thurday's show tonight.

I really hate Flo. I think she's such a dumb bimbo. She talks to loud, she's too whiny. She's high maintenance. And she's extremely prissy.
I mean, ok she's beautiful to a certain extent, but her personality projection is so superficial.

I know I shouldn't judge people without knowing them right, but may I point out that Amazing Race is based on real life, and the actuations and the decisions of the show's characters reflect their micro positions in a macro world. So, Flo's hot head, whiny & demanding style to get her way in the show just presents herself there.

I mean... poor Zack, he's so adorable and nice... I mean why does He have to get stuck with Her?
tsk. tsk. How sad.

Lol! ;þ

The point is, I hope the next time... her team is the one that gets eliminated.

I know a lot of guys out there love Flo - just like how they loved Sarah from survivor Marquezas because of her Floatation Devices. But well, the girls don't like her. Tough.

hehe.

ps: Sign my shout-out below. It's this blue colored word on the left part below this blog. Alrighty? :)

Last night was definitely a mind blowing experience in the FOH sense. (FOH by the way means Front Of House) The theatre was exploding with people. We were a jam-packed house. What more can I say?

I'll write my real thoughts in a new blog, I don't want everything in here.

I'm extremely picky today. ^-^

Did I tell you that I hate Theo?

Did I tell you that when I get really angry, I become really neurotic.

And right now, (thank God my ego is still with me) I could actually kill.

*bleah*

I am a fat-ass, loser of a shruken woman.
I am Jack's bad cholesterol.
I am Jack's fat.

I am Jack's... Jack in the box.

Today is a not so good day. If it wasn't filled with condescending intelligence, insensitive conceit and/or questionable complications, I'd have to end up with a day realizing that 1. I'm not as physically fit as I used to be. And 2. I am not as mentally fit as I used to be.

Ok. I have a Theology teacher that thinks that Christianity is based on the bible itself. And that all Christians should and must carry a bible. Or that reading FHM is a sin and wearing revealing clothes makes you slutty. Or even that Christianity is not about being good or being nice. Bah humbug. Whatta Theo teacher. I'm supposed to be enlightened and learn more about my faith and eventually grow more into it. Not lose it. There's an 80% chance that by the end of this sem, I become an atheist.
With his lessons, God becomes a chore and not recreation.
The point is, not all Christians go to heaven. In this non-linear life; books, religion, devoutness wouldn't really matter if you aren't good. Millions of Church people die but are forgotten. Those immortalized are the ones who touched other people's lives because of their own good heart.

I am Jack's panting heart.
I need to exercise some more.

I am Jack's disintegrating brain.
I don't feel like studying for this 2nd sem. I mean, who does? I think we're all mentally drained. I wish I were still a freshmen, and my school load wouldn't be as tough.

I am Jack's bewildered tongue:
Don't rub the salt into the wound. The wound might just spit it out.

I am Jack's jagged heart:
Complications kill you. Speak and you'll be heard. It doesn't mean though that you're accepted.

I am Jack's gluteous maximus.
In other words: I am Jack's ass.

What the F am I saying?

Delirium. drium. dum.

I am Jack's movie.

I have rummaged through the heaps of paper that I found in my room. Although I know I still have a long way to go to be able to ultimately sort out the papers of importance and garbage, I think I have already found something special from the pile that I dug up.

I found my poems which I've written way back in high school. So far, the oldest poems I found date back to 2000. But I know I have poems that date back to 1997 written in a piece of paper piled somewhere amongst the alleys of my room. But I have yet to find that. At this point in time, what I have is my 16 year old soul immortalized on notebooks and different sheets of paper finally exhaling the truth of the shadows it has foreseen.

This moment is special. I liken it to a silent celebration, not as holy as the mass but as personal. Today I feel like a million stars being born, exploding because of happiness. I found a way of and to my past... it's reaching me, just like the lights of the stars on the heavens above.

I've opened a treasure chest which healed a part of me waiting to be healed for the longest time now.

"...And in this moment I am happy." - Incubus

I feel like Amelie Poulain. I just finished my Sci10 reviewer and I posted it in my egroup. I feel warm and fuzzy inside - because I know what I did was good and it will help my friends pass Sci10.

Ok, I'm a little too conceited by telling everyone what I just did. My frikin' theo teacher will tell me that it is not Christian at all to let the left hand know what the right hand is doing. Fine. Whatever.The point is, I feel like Amelie Poulain. What I did was pretty neat because I lived out a very good principle: "There is no I in the word TEAM."

I am so not making any sense.... *sigh*

So, I'm a little quirky today.
Fine fine... I've always been more than quirky everyday.

It's nearly Christmas and I haven't shopped for Christmas gifts yet. Somewhat I don't feel the spirit of Christmas.
Anyhow, my mind's a little lazy to think of a blog. After all it's been drained in doing the research and trying to understand what I'm actually researching about.

Oh... maybe for my next blog I'll continue on the "Accident Prone Mitzi as a Teenager."

Watch out for it.

Today is declared a holiday of obligation by the Catholic Church as December 8 fell on a Sunday - which is by Church law, a day of obligation already. The two days of obligation cannot be at the same day and thus for this year December 9 is the holiday of obligation.

Anyhow, I am home alone for the earlier part of today. My mom and my tita wen to QC to visit my lolo's grave as it is his death day today. I told them I wanted to be left behind so that I could finish my schoolwork.

And siyet. I'm not yet even 25% done.

I'm so dead. But things will work out I know.

I am a magnet for accidents. Ever since I was small, I have magnetized 1 accident every year or every other year.

Like when I was 2, I was dancing ballet on the street right in front of my house. I think I was trying to copy something I saw on TV, so I decided to dance a top a small wobbly stool, a VERY UNSTABLE stool. I tried to do this twirl-turn on it and ended up crashing face first smack right into the street.
Today, I am reminded of that peculiar dancing incident everytime I look in the mirror. I raise my eyebrows and on my forehead this distinct 10-15mm line appears: this is the scar from the face-first-street-smack accident I had when I was 2.

Or that on my 3rd birthday, I pressed my ring, middle and index finger on the extremely hot surface of mongolian barbeque stove because I thought it wasn't hot. It was a very memorable birthday present to myself. Imagine, I had a 3rd degree burn on 3 of my fingertips on my 3rd birthday. Golly gee. The power of 3.

And I remember when I was 4 and my family and I were in church, I asked for candy from my mom... and when I popped it inside my mouth, I accidentally swallowed it. I ended up choking on it in the middle of mass and my dad had to whack my back a few times along with semi-heimlich manouvre because I couldn't breathe. Eventually, I was able to cough the candy out... I created such a scene in church. I was crying so hard, because I was so scared, and they had to bring me to the parish house to give me water.

These are not funny accidents when you experience them, but funny enough in retrospect. They actually brought color into my childhood life!
I'll continue my accident-stories next time.

An overload of stories might give you an image that I'm mangled, demented and retarded.

Fortunately, I'm not any of the three mentioned above. (Not that I have anything against human beings that are in those physical states and/or conditions.) I'm just saying, that I'm lucky that I'm pretty unscathed fro a girl who has gone through so many accidents.

No wonder my parents are overly protective of me.

Oh well... Ta Ta For Now!