Cheeseburgery goodness.

As much as I'd like to, I don't think I could stretch what is left of my graduation gift money (60 lonely dollars) enough to pay for even a single item on my off-the-top-of-my-head wishlist (hyperbole). Wishlist includes, but is not limited to items below. Not numbered in any particular order. Click to enlarge.

1) Apple Incase Hardshell Case for Macbook in Plum;
I am in desperate need (want) of this handy little case that will blanket my little baby (my Macbook). I love the color because it will glow like the Rainbow Fish in the sea of regular-colored laptops.
2) Plum jumpsuit from Naf Naf;
Is there really not a single Naf Naf in this entire country? Must I really resort to driving down to Mexico in order to enter this haven unknown to the United States? I discovered this store while I was in Paris a couple years ago, and I've never seen another store since. I hope I just didn't search hard enough for it because I want to steal this purple number for myself. It almost makes me want to go into the garage, search for my fathers old, greasy, torn-up navy blue jumpsuit he wears when fixing the cars and cut off the pant legs to resemble this beaut. Almost. Imagine how amazing it would look wearing this and holding a plum covered Macbook. Ah, I can just picture it now.
3) Black Interlock Mini American Apparel Skirt
4) Nineteen Ninety Seven (1997)- On the Run album;
Stopped by Best Buy today with my friend Lisa because she wanted to pick up their newest album. Not bad, not bad.
5) Shoes from Urban Outfitters;
Immediately upon spotting these, it reminded me of Pandora's pink heels that she pulls off so nicely.
6) Blue high-waisted skirt from Delphine
7) Floral high-waisted skirt from the same place;
Yes, as of this moment I'm being very obsessive about skirts...
8) Rant by Chuck Palaniuhk;
The author of Fight Club, this guy's really intensely graphic, but you really can't help but keep turning the pages.
9) Cheeseburger flavored Hot Pockets;
Even though this list is not in any particular order, this item really should be first. The place I usually grocer (can that be a verb? Probably not but I am too lazy to change it.) only has a very limited supply of different flavors of Hot Pockets, so when I do get to eat this beautiful delicacy, it feels like I have been blessed by the gods. Hot Pockets are so delicious, to me they are practically gourmet.

Today I watched The Happening with one of my old friends. Don't let me influence you if you want to watch it, but I thought it was borderline terrible. It was upsetting because the director is the guy who directed The Sixth Sense, which I consider a genius movie. The acting was not up to par; it wasn't believable enough for me. However, Zooey Deschanel did look beautiful throughout the film, but of course. Though she had only three wardrobe changes, I was lusting over each one of her outfits. I tried to find some screenshots of them, but they were just not findable. I think that was the only thing I liked about the movie. Zooey's outfits. Ouch, I know. But then again, what do I know about movies?

Jamaica at Cotija's...

Life's amazing when you discover little random quirks about other people that you did not know beforehand... Example? Well, let's just say I found out that Crizelle and I have a lot more common than we thought. :) After not much convincing, I agreed that I'd join the many who record their every day styles on their blogs. I've always lusted over the simplicity of Karla's classic looks, and of course Misses Rumi and Lulu top the charts of fashion blog goddesses, if said list were in existance. But yeah, I've always loved how people can make such statements without even saying a word... I'm all for considering fashion an art form. So why not record my own daily creations to tangibly see how much my style changes as the days go by, I say.

Dress magically turned into skirt, Buffalo Exchange. Black V-neck, the Navy Exchange. Bag, Aldo Accessories. Heels, Ross. Scrap fabric turned into bandage bracelet. Necklace, Salvation Army Thrift Shop.

My apologies for the graininess of the photo, stupidity of the face-covering pose and odd background choice. I feel kindof ridiculous asking my brother to take pictures of me for this so I've resorted to doing the whole timer-shot deal, as you can see. And I really need to clean my closet.

One of the many pacts Crizelle and I made for this summer was to be more brave style-wise. If you've got it, flaunt it! And if you don't got it, find a way to flaunt it anyway with confidence! I'm certainly not definably tall, but I've always been hesitant in heels, maybe because I feel weird towering over my tiny Filipino mother when I do wear them. Or maybe because I just walk like a man in them. Regardless, this summer I'm gonna work on heeling up my outfits just because I want to. That and heels are just so preeetty. I don't care if I walk like a man in them!


I'm kindof obsessed with this necklace. I wear it constantly to the point of ridiculousness. It was probably my first thrift shop grab, at the age of probably.. 11. I got it beacuse I was going to be Cleopatra for this little program thing at school and apparently I thought this necklace was Cleopatra-esque enough. I think I really liked it because the lady who sold it to me said that the old lady who donated it to the shop really loved this necklace. And that she had just recently died. Okay, now looking back on it, I think I was more creeped out than anything, but apparently it still hasn't stopped me from wearing it.

Lately the whole shirt over dress combo has pretty much been a uniform for me as of late, so basically today's outfit is yesterday's with a different colored V-neck and different dress. Yesterday I had a little gathering to celebrate my high school graduation with my relatives and a few close friends. Good times were had, I must say. :) Today however, for Father's Day, my family and I went over and watched this little Filipino film in theaters called The Caregiver. Precious, right? I also met up with some friends that I hadn't seen in a while and bit off their carne asada fries and hash brown burritos while I had me some refreshing jamaica. Woo.

Oh,

that's from yesterday. Posted simply because I love how strange that picture is. Crizza won't mind, right? :)

Hello, future amnesiatic self.

The time is 2:04 in the morning. And I am ever so tempted to scroll down to the settings tab of this page and click on the button that reads: "Delete This Blog". Why? Well I honestly don't know why I have just created this thing right now. My life is not particularly anything fascinating, really. Most especially not as of late, due to the start of the vacationing portion of this lovely warm season. Others might think otherwise but these summer days seem long and lazy, however I suppose that's just how I like them, at times. Except for the current moment, when I would actually rather be doing random things like, I don't know, jumping off of cliffs while being attached to rope, or having a needle continuously inserting ink into the depths of my epidermis (the tentative "Day of Change" my friends and I have scheduled, during which each of us will make lifetime alterations to our bodies through the form of tattoos, piercings, etc., is soon approaching with much anticipation). I forgot where I was going with that, but anyway, why exactly have I decided to start this blog? I have no desire to express my political views or entertain the masses of the internet world with my slightly "witty" banter. Last night, I was being quite the nostalgic one and I was flipping through the pages of my old internet blog from 5 years ago on the much outdated website, Xanga. Now I won't post a link to said Xanga because I don't wish upon myself that kind of blatant humiliation. However, reading text that was dated June 2003 felt so... surreal and, quite frankly, weird. In September, I will be starting college. The stuff that I read throught last night were ramblings from a girl who would only just be begining 8th grade the next school year. Crazy how someone can change so much in such a short period of time.

So really, for the last time, why am I even doing this? I've always been afraid of just waking up in the morning and not remembering a single memory at all. That kinda thing scares me, because I'm such a person to get nostalgic about memories. That, and I have a certain anal-retentiveness about details (as you can see, because it took me this long to answer a simple question that I posed 500 words ago. -_- ). It brought me an inexplicable joy to read that in September of 2003, while watching Jackie Chan's "The Medallion", I sat next to Leena and Jeremy, and that during the middle of the film, Peter tossed his cow-patterned hat across several seats to our side of the row. Many people would not think anything of that, but reading little daily ramblings of my life years later, or even a couple months or weeks later puts a smile on my face, because tangibly seeing that things fall into the places they're supposed to is frikkin cool. So all in all, back then, I did not care if people read my blog or not. I didn't care if my entries were comment-less. Like I said, I'm not here to spread words of profundity to the world. It's really just for when my amnesiatic future self, succumed to her greatest fear of being void of all memory wants to know what went through her mind at the ripe age of eighteen. But if in some strange way, this happens to become of some petty entertainment to another living individual, then, I guess that's pretty cool too. :]


tracy.