Summer Bummer

This is the most boring summer of my life. Ever. I've been trying to find a job, but it's really hard around here. Originally, I wanted to work at a fastfood restaurant like McDonald's or KFC, but they only accept summer job applicants who are 18 and above. Unfortunately, I'm only sixteen, so getting a job at McDonald's is really an impossibility. Um, hello? It's called a summer job so students below 18 could get a chance to work there too. Anyway, before I found out about their policy, pathetic as it may sound, I was pretty excited about working there. I mean, who knows? I might actually learn a lot, and meet some new friends--a cute guy included. Aside from my yearly garage sales with my friends, I've never actually earned any money out of my own sweat and blood--metaphorically speaking.

Then, my mother saw this banner hung on the gates of a university. It said that this company was looking for high school or college students--of any age--to come work for them. You could call this number to inquire and so forth.

I practically jumped up and down on the couch, sort of like Tom Cruise on Oprah's show. I called the number, and asked about the job. A really mean sounding receptionist told me that they accepted applicants below eighteen, but they didn't receive phone inquiries so I had to come to their office and ask about the job. She told me the name of the building. I had no idea where it was, so I asked for directions. She answered my question in a voice that clearly said, "Which planet are you from, weirdo?" Before I hung up, I asked what type of job they were going to give me. She repeated for the millionth time that they didn't receive phone inquiries. Basically, she refused to tell me, and that was when I hung up.

You've got to be kidding me. Did she--the receptionist from hell--expect me to come to some building alone, not knowing what was going to happen to me when I got there? I don't think so. I mean, I've read Reader's Digest. They feature stories wherein unsuspecting girls go to someplace expecting to get jobs, then they get shipped to Cambodia or Thailand or wherever to become prostitutes in, like, every issue.

So, I guess my fate is sealed for the summer. I'm going to be stuck at home watching reruns of One Tree Hill and Seinfeld, which wouldn't be so bad if my crazy grandmother wasn't around. Okay, there's one thing I have to be thankful for though. We finally have DSL, so that's another activity to indulge in.

And I did learn one thing from this experience. Never trust banners asking teenage girls to come work for this company they know nothing about--even ones posted on universities.

Philippine Street Fashion: A Much Needed Upgrade

I don't wanna seem like a traitor to my nation, but I just have to rant. Why does the sense of style of the Filipinos have to be so bland? I'm not talking about the designers or the celebrities, because they're great. I'm talking about the citizens themselves. It's like everyone's in uniform. I just feel an overwhelming urge to smash something, when I see guys who call themselves gangztahs wearing baggy jeans and even baggier shirts/tents. On the other hand, the "upper-class" guys always seem to be wearing polo shirts, jeans, and Converse sneakers. The girls on the other hand are often dressed like bubblegum wrappers, and the "trendier" types are most likely clad in skinny jeans.

If someone does take the leap and decides to show their individuality, we all stare and whisper. I am so sick of that. I mean, the Koreans and the Japanese could do it--they're always dressed in really cool and unique clothes. Why can't Filipinos?

Slip-on Sneakers

I'm currently loving these slip-on sneakers by Skechers. I know, they look so much like Keds sneakers, but I love them anyway. The designs are just so casual and funky. Plus, they also look soooo comfortable...

Unfortunately, they're not available in my corner of the third world yet.

Crazy Over Bangles

I have a new fetish... Bangles. I never really noticed them before, but now I really want one--or several. My plan for today is to count all the coins I have, and go over to our local grocery store. On the second floor, there's this boutique called Something Else that sells cute clothes and accessories at really cheap prices. I think they're able to sell their items at such cheap prices because their rent is really low, since their location isn't exactly what you'd call classy.

I saw this really cute one yesterday. It was black with little white skulls all over it. It cost a hundred pesos which is equivalent to around 2 dollars. It might not sound like much, but around here that's pretty expensive for just one bangle. So, even if I really, really, really want that one, I'm going to try and look somewhere else--somewhere cheap.

Hopefully, I'll be able to update you on the results of my bargain shopping excursion tomorrow.

Attack of the Fashion Victims

I thought my blogging activities were done for the day, until I came across some horrendous pictures.

Celine Dion
Obi-wan, I'm your humble student, ready to-- Oh, wait, that's not Ewan McGrevor... That's freaking Celine Dion... Dahling, what fashion statement are you trying to send by wearing this ensemble? That you desperately wanted to be in Star Wars and George Lucas didn't give you a call? Is that it? Okay, maybe you're trying to achieve a younger, fresher look, especially with the cleavage and all, but, if I was a guy, I wouldn't let you anywhere near my light saber.

Jennifer Hudson

Jennifer, get this through your head. You're not Master Yoda's mistress. You never will be. You're just not his type. On a more serious note, this outfit wouldn't have looked so bad if only she took off that cover up/bolero. Ugh, I think I'm going blind.

Moving on... It pains me to see that these two amazing--coincidentally--singers look so amazingly bad. I know, metallics are in and all, but these stars certainly took it a little too far. Crystaljade now signing off.

Bargain Shopping Finds

I finally cashed in the gift cheque I got for my graduation. Whew. I haven't gone shopping in such a long time, because I didn't have any money to shop with. Life as a poor fashionista... Besides, my wardrobe is so freaking last season. The only trendy things I have right now are leggings and metallic flats. I've been lusting after stripes, mini dresses, wide belts, etc. for a really long time, but, alas, you can't have them all. I had to settle for two items--which I got for a steal, I might add.

The first thing I bought was a tank top that sort of looked like this ~wink, wink~ It cost P199.75 which is equal to 4 dollars. I bought it because its plain, and I'll have to get creative and think of ways to dress it up.

These shorts look really similar to the pair I bought, except it was black without the pinstripes. They cost P299.75 which is equal to about 6 dollars.

Finding cute clothes at affordable prices always gives me this great feeling. Some might disagree, but for me fashion isn't all about the expensive labels--even though the Guccis and the Pradas often makes my mouth water. It's a chance for you to show who you are to the world, even if your jeans are just secondhand. Oh, I meant vintage.

Four Blondes by Candace Bushnell

I just finished reading Four Blondes by Canace Bushnell, the author of Sex and the City.

The book's about four different women from a former "It-girl" who looks for a man who'll provide her with a house in the Hamptons every summer to a writer who goes to London on a hunt for love and a good magazine story.


Four Blondes is really refreshing, and it's really different from anything I've ever read before. You could tell that Candace Bushnell knows what she's talking about, and you never miss a single detail about the setting. You might dismiss it as a light read, but it has a dark tone to it, one that questions personal motives and ideas. One critic described it perfectly as Jane Austen with a martini.


Even though the characters lead totally different lives from me, I could still relate to what they were going through. I think all women could. Don't we all get that feeling of being lost, not knowing where we're going, not knowing what we're gonna do with out lives?

Anyway, if you're looking for a book that's going to make you laugh and feel good about yourself, go look somewhere else.

Mischa Gone Goth?

I'm already having the worst summer of my life, and Mischa Barton almost blinded me by wearing this outfit to the Keds Photocall at Schuh Store in Oxford a few days ago:

Is she going goth now? I mean, look at the eyeliner around her eyes. I know, as a major fashion rule black is always supposed to look elegant, but loo at that. It's just WRONG from head to feet. Mischa is one of my favorite fashion icons, but she definitely struck out on this one.

Child of the 80's

I feel like I was born in the wrong decade. The so-called 90's. Sure, I listened to the Backstreet Boys and Britney's You Drive Me Crazy growing up, like everone else my age. However, I can't think of anything that I particularly liked about that decade. Not a single movie. Not a single song or band. Not a single show. Nada. Zilch. Zero.

When I think about the 80's, a lot of stuff comes into my head. I just don't get why I like movies like Valley Girl, Sixteen Candles, and Pretty in Pink so much. Can you believe that my favorite movie of all time is The Breakfast Club? I mean, my parents probably hadn't even met yet when that movie came out. I guess there's just something about the 80's that makes me like it so much.

And who could forget Air Supply? Sing it with me! I'm all out of love. I'm so lost without you... Okay, I'm getting carried away here. Bottomline: I looooooooooooove the 80's.

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It's time to move on to a more serious topic.

College.

I'm excited and frazzled at the same time.

I mean, college is totally different from high school. A lot of kids at my school say that you get to be a whole different person in college. All your achievements and screw-ups back in high school are erased, and you get a clean slate.

I'm excited because I'm going to get to meet a lot of new people (New guys, mostly. I'm so sick of the shallow pea-brained guys at my high schooll. Not kidding.). I'm going to get to experience tons of new things. Everything is going to be different.

But I'm also scared.

Not to blow my own horn or anyting (figuratively speaking), but I've been a nerd eversince fresman year, and I became popular this school year, because of something I can't explain. All the kids know who I am. The teachers adore me.

TO be continued

Psychos and The Covenant

Haaaaaaaaaa. I finally have my own blog... I feel like Carrie Bradshaw right now! Minus the stylish shoes and numerous boyfriends, of course. Girl Interpreted? I know what you're thinking. What kind of name is that? I got it from Girl Interrupted. I read the book a few months ago, and I just couldn't get it out of my head. I didn't understand all the stuff about the psychological disorders, but the psych cases mentioned in the book were really interesting. That asylum was surely full of messed up people. But, hey, asylums aren't the only places where messed up people can be found.

There are lots of messed up people at my school. Maybe some of them have disorders that haven't been diagnosed yet.There's this girl who chews her wrist (what the hell is that?!?!?!). No one wants to be friends with her, so she definitely has some mental problems. Then, there's this girl who always wants to be the center of attention. She has everything I could possibly ever want, but she still wants more, and she has no problem taking stuff from other people. Her conscience doesn't bother her at all. What do you call a person without a conscience again? Oh, I remember. A psychopath. The weird thing is teachers like her a lot, and she's one of the most popular girls at our school. Unbelievable, huh? She reminds me of Regina George from Mean Girls, only more conservative. Satan in a teenage girl's body. Yeah, that's definitely perfect for her. Get a grip on yourself.Then there's me.I'm pretty sure I have some sort of undiagnosed syndrome, because I firmly believe I'm one of the weirdest people at school. Just a little below the girl who chews her wrist on the craziness scale.

What else can I write about?
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... I remember now.

I just saw The Covenant on DVD yesterday, starring Steven Strait. It's about teenage boys who have magical powers, etc. I know it critics practically hurled tomatoes at the movie, but I don't think it's that bad. I mean, hot teenage boys who have magical powers? I'd go see that over some French art film I could barely comprehend any day. Plus, they're swimmers in their super posh private school. Duh?!?! Swimmers=swimming trunks. Haha. Just kidding.Anyway, I've gotta go now. I've got to research on what psychological syndrome I've got. Xai jian.