#NYFS

: the hashtag which has been spamming my twitter all week long.

New York Fashion Week.

oh, how i wish i could be there. and I will... one day. i hope.

from what i've seen on twitter, some collections have been outstanding.

as @ninagarcia put it, @MichaelKors collection was "Luxe yet savage Angelina & Brad in Africa".

his 2012 spring/summer collection includes:

then i see such high praise for Oscar de la Renta's show... which included so many celebrities.

and i felt quite proud to here people extol a fellow Dominicano.

*if the "getty image" is bothering you, please ... go and find your own images....

yes, well, these were just a few of the many designers who ambushed my dash...

i will be there someday, i will, i will.

back once again.

oh hello hello.

again, i open my screen, even with the tiniest hope that i might have, somehow, gotten a follower, and see the disappointment. but no worries, i'm not let down so easily. but, since no one ever really goes on my blog, ill just use this as my own very personal diary. . .

ok, no, not really. but i'm thinking of using it to write out all my thoughts throughout my day, since twitters 140 character limit is not even a portion of the things that go on in my mind, daily.

so, be prepared.

oh, and i'm still decided (yes, "still decided") that i will continue to dedicate my time to tumblr. almost 100 followers. . . kinda lame in the tumblr world, but its an accomplishment for me.

and, im hoping that with the more followers i get, hopefully someone will click on the link that will lead them to this blog.

we'll see.

until then, i leave you with a recommended reading: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith.

it really captures your attention on how we take life for granted, and how differently we are from others, and how we each live our own lives... you'll see what i mean if you read it.

my diary

this is the only thing i can do to stop me from crying.
ive already tweeted too many thoughts that even I'm annoyed at myself.
but its only the second week of school, and my AP classes has me in my own version of
"Mission Impossible." this is so ridiculous. I'm on the verge of tears.
it's 11:24 pm and i still have to print an essay, annotate it, study a memory verse,
and somehow memorize 17 environmental science vocabulary terms.
i get it, its like college. but guess what? in college you have about 3 classes per day,
all scheduled around your own time, and you dont see the same teacher (most of the time)
again the next day. my teachers need to understand that they cant pack us with so much
homeowork every night, knowing we have 6 other classes to do work for as well, and with an
average of 6 hours to do homeowork. impossible. it truly is.
im gonna quote my friend and say, "as the days progress and my sleep becomes shorter, im going to start looking more and more everyday like a crack whore."
couldnt have said it better myself.

humphh

hello hello

im back again.

and dissappointed.

one reason i enjoy tumblr more than this: i have more than one follower who looks at my posts.

i dont mean to get mad at thin air, but this is probably the only place i can vent and no one will see it.

so what now?

i'll keep waiting. ill return every once in a while.

this will probably be my last post for a couple of weeks.

im starting school monday. back to my usual stressed out routine.

and everyday for the next six weeks, Monday- Thursday, i'm gonna be going to boot camp.

i have mixed feelings about that.

but i hope it'll be all worth it when im looking lovely (y)

goodnight my lovebirds.

ttfn

humph

i will admit, im getting a bit tired of this. just a little. sorta.

even though i love blogging on here more than i do on my tumblr, its still kind of depressing. when will at least one more person follow me? this is just like twitter. only famous people get the followers. at least on tumblr, you have some followers. if i had as many followers on here as i did on tumblr (66) i would be sooooo ecstatic. it would be ridiculous. but oh well, i wont give up. i promised myself i wouldnt give up on this & i wont. even if my 50 years old & i still have 1 follower, i wont give up.

rain, rain, come again.

here i am, doing nothing these rainy days. and yet, they are the days i enjoy the most. and yet i scream to leave the house. i'm so contradicting. but then again, i never make sense. and what do i spend my days doing? well, instead of doing my summer reading, fixing and stiching up my bookback, ordering my books, and plenty of other things, i spend my days stuffing my fae out of boredom, skipping exercises, and watching jake gyllenhaul play the prince of persia. well enough about me, i doubt youre so interested. eventually, ill post more photos of europe. goodnight

Ahorra es hora para el tango

Barcelona, Spain. probably the one city where i felt the most..."comfortable." i guess that's the word. long story, short: they spoke spanish, i speak spanish...therefore it was easy to communicate unlike in france or italy...or austria!!

but this is a lovely city, with great spirited people, who love their culture just as much as their religion.

La Vie en Rose

the city of love. *sighs* i loved the ancient architecture. it was just such a lovely city. so beautiful & relaxing.

ps. my apologies that everything is out of order. im too tired to fix it.

some music to sooth the soul whilest enjoying the images.

repeat & replay

i think i've mentioned this before, but i'd like to be famous.

i would find life so interesting if paparrazi would follow me everywhere, begging to find out my next scandal.

i'd love to have 1 million+ followers on twitter asking me questions ill never see.

i'd love to have a fan come up to me at the grocery store & ask me for my autograph.

i want to walk outside while taking my trash out in nothing more than an un-matching t-shirt & shorts, & show people im just a normal person.

i'd love to challenge myself & my faith in God in that way... I would love to show people that you dont have to get nude and/or curse on TV or in movies to be famous.

i'd love to be an example to people by showing them that fame isnt everything...but God is.

blogger 4 lyf

tumblr is getting a bit annoying.

it's such a wannabe blog, & yet i find myself on it whenever my mind starts to shut down.

but i keep coming onto here, hoping that maybe some of my posts will attract more viewers. I'd love to have people reading my thoughts; have them tell me whats wrong ( & right) with them. all i have now is my imagination & books keeping me busy on the summer days.

and my stomach is also really upset right now as well. heartburn maybe.

hhhmmmm

addicted

Ellie Goulding - Lights

Big Ben. William & Kate. Fish Chips = Cheers

i wish i could have kept up my posts while i was in europe... it sure would have been fun. but on top of the fact that one hotel might not have wifi, then i would have to post about more than one country the next time around, and the very early mornings and late nights, it seemed quite impossible. so, for now, i'll blog what i have. i hope you all enjoy it