I couldn't believe it! I cut my hair once again. Barely 2 weeks have passed from my other haircut and here I am with a new one! This time, my hair's a lot shorter than before! It's a chin length layer. I'm so proud of myself. I finally got myself to chop my hair off.

So today, I'm officially a 12-year-old-looking 18-going-19 girl.

Yep, I look like a kid again. (Come to think of it, I've always looked younger for my age)
I don't mind though cause it's fun anyway!

anyway, I'm too ecstatic to write anything worthwhile!
byeeeee!

I hate Flo. I hate her whining, and blaming self. Kawawa naman si Zack. Sobrang demanding niya. Pero sobrang bait naman ni Zack.

I'm so happy that Zack won, but I'm not happy that Flo's his partner. It's like Flo used him to get her million dollars when she didn't deserve any of it.

Oh well.....
That's how amazing, the Amazine Race is.

When I turned 17 (around a year ago, soon to be 2), an accident happened on my birthday party. I fell on top of an upright lead pencil on my mom’s make-up desk. And when I stood up, I found out that the sharpened part of the pencil penetrated the skin-meat on my chin and dangled like an earring. For some reason, I hyperventilated. I lost consciousness: I fell to the floor and hit my head and started convulsing. I didn’t gain consciousness until minutes later and I woke up crying.

I don’t really know the scientific explanation of what happened to me, but I do remember a very strange metaphysical event that happened at that same time. When I lost consciousness, I felt like I was out of my body: like my soul was just above me… something like astral projection. I saw everything happen as I was laid flat and unconscious on the floor. I saw my body below me… That’s why I knew my mom was hysterical, crying and was panicking like a headless chicken - screaming her head off because she was so scared. Or how my dad was also in a state of shock, at the same time trying to calm my mom down by trying to explain what really happened to the best of his medical abilities. He was also checking my pulse, and how he was checking if my head was bleeding (thank heavens it was not).

Then suddenly I had trouble breathing, then I lost contact of the space below me… I soon realized that I was back to my body, but I was fighting my both the process of regaining my consciousness and of losing it. I felt pain. My head was hurting, and I started feeling despair because it was as if someone was trying to stop me from moving. I felt that I was struggling and then the next thing I knew was that I regained consciousness and at the same time I was crying.

I was crying.

I have no idea why I posted this blog. But I have a theory that my bump in the head and my metaphysical encounter lead me to my "state of delirium"... my friends know what I mean.

One anonymous person said that I was a poser.

Well, think of me as a poser, loser or whatever but I think what I put in my website complements my personality.

Delirium "s/he" says is a bad thing...
... Ok... so now I know. Just like how K.I.S.S. means something bad, or how if you back mask the tape of Parokya ni Edgar you'd hear something "evil"....

But I'm a big poser "s/he" says.

SO what?

At least I'm not lurking in anonymity with what I'm saying. I stand for what I believe in and for what I say.

To each's own.
If you don't like my life, then don't... You don't have to like it. You just have to learn how to accept people for what they are, just like how other people learn to accept you.

So whoever you are... thanks for signing my guestbook.