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The lack of AI in my life is depressing me.

The most exciting thing that happened to me today was seeing a mouse in my basement, running three stories up to my room, ordering everyone in my family to hunt for that pest, but not to kill it, and cleaning my washroom from floor to ceiling.

Yup...the highlight of the week.

By the way, this layout bores me already. I need inspiration.

I've always wanted to change the layout for harshmercy and I can't say that I didn't have time because I have been stuck at home for a month now. That yellow layout has been up for almost a year. Chyah! That thing is ancient!

Anyway, the new layout is looking pretty mr. cleanyish. Photoshop and I are no longer "toight". So it's just text and a simple bg. My previous layouts have been based on the layout more than the content itself. That's because I don't have anything really interesting to share to the world, and I still don't.

I'm just lazy, but in dire need of a change.

American Idol is done, and Taylor Hicks won. I'm not ecstatic or anything, but I'd rather have him win the title than Katharine McPhee, and he did, so there you go.

The finale was rather creepy and weird in a way. First, Paris had a duet with Al Jarreau and the performance itself was excellent. Except, the thought of a 17-year-old singing about love with like a 60-year-old man is not the most romantic thing, as a matter of fact, it's anything but.

Then Chris rocked it out with Live. Ok, I like Live, and Chris is tolerable, but one bald man is enough. I really don't need to say anything more about that performance...it was weird!

Aha, my favourite creepy number of the night, Meat Loaf and Katharine McPhee. When Meat Loaf started singing I thought he had Parkinson's disease...but I was wrong, he was just feeling the song...Man, go back to Broadway! And take Katharine with you!

I guess I was wrong about MJB and Elliott's supposed showstopper...
I thought they were going to sing a Roberta Flack and Donny Hathaway song. Then, when Elliott started singing U2's One, I knew MJB would take over the stage, and she did. Psst, MJB, it's American Idol, not your concert! So if you want to sell records, you should be the one sucking up to Elliott and not the other way around.

Toni Braxton is a living testament that once you've become famous you don't need to waste the effort on memorizing a song. All you have to do is show up, look pretty and mumble, and you'd still be a millionaire. It was obvious that she didn't know the song. I mean, what is up with that hand-grabbing-waist-rubbing thing she pulled on Taylor. The song is called In the Ghetto, not In Da Club!

Oh and Prince...what a diva.

So last night, Kat and Taylor duked it out, singing three songs: two covers of songs that they already performed in the show and a coronation song of suck. The show was quite boring because we all know that Taylor is going to win anyway. Both of them weren't that impressive last night and the only performance I quite enjoyed was Taylor's Living For the City (just because I'm a Stevie Wonder freak).

Anyway...Taylor should win because I said so.

I can't wait for tonight's show because Elliott is going to perform with MJB!

Need I say more?

Don’t get me wrong I love Tommy! But he isn’t exactly the Robert Langdon I had in mind. Remember Tom Hanks as Forrest Gump? Yeah? You remember? Good.

The book on the other hand is awesome, and it’s even more awesome because it’s “bootleggable.” I read the book and it freaked me out for days until I came to a conclusion that the book is consisted of collective facts that are manipulated for the sake of confusing my already confused self. My point is; the story is still fictive in spite of its sick attempt of trying to sound historically accurate. But since the story is so convincing, the chances of people rethinking and redefining Christianity is very high…

And that is why the Catholic churches in the Philippines want to ban this movie. I want this movie banned in the Philippines because the people there are already poor and by eliminating a possible money-eating activity, many kids will have lunch for one day. This movie is unethical in more ways than one. First, it’s trashing a religious figure, and second, it’ll make the poor poorer.

I’m sorry to burst thy bubbles peeps, but the movie just ain’t that good. I can go on and on and on about why you shouldn’t watch this and just save your money for X-men: The Last Stand. But if watching this movie will make you feel any cooler for one day, then go for it, why should I care? It’s your money.

To end this I just want to say that I’m not Catholic, but today, Catholics and I unite.

Oh, and for the record, I downloaded the film.

The week started off pretty bad. First, I missed out on the Radiohead tickets, which I have been waiting for for a long time. Then, Vanessa txt msgd me last night saying that Death from Above 1979 disbanded. Now, this...

It's ok, I am. I watch American Idol religiously and I really, really, reaaaaaaaaaally, want Elliott to make it to the next round. Man, if I was only American, I would vote so many times for him until my fingers burn. But I can't, which leaves me in a very vulnerable state.

He didn't have a stellar performance tonight. As a matter of fact, the whole show was pretty lacklustre. Elliott was glued to the ground as always. Katharine still doesn't know what on earth is going on and smiles at the most awkward and inappropriate parts of the songs...as always. And Taylor...Taylor is Taylor...as always.

Katharine bothers me. Somewhere Over the Rainbow is probably one of the saddest songs and has a very interesting story behind it that truly embodies Judy Garland's past and downfall, but why was she smiling?! No passion, no connection, nada! Then all of a sudden, it was the best performance in the whole season?! It didn't even touch me the way Judy Garland sang it in one of her comeback shows. Heh, I'd like to think of it as Simon feeding his ego because he picked the song.

Taylor was all right, not too worried for him.

The judges were really harsh on Elliott, it seems like they want him out of there. But in spite of all the put-downs the judges casted on him, Elliott did not talk back. Unlike Katharine, the judges disagrees and she's all defensive like they have no right to criticize her messed up performance(s). She's full of herself.

[EDIT:]
Total time : Katharine - 5:36
Taylor - 5:22
Elliott - 4:33

What? Elliott gets a minute less than Katharine? WHATKINDOFASJHFSHHDHJH!?
BAHHH! Whatever!

• The most important, and the most difficult, and the most disregarded job in the world is motherhood
• A true feminist will leave the suit-and-tie idea for the man, and embrace the privileges of being a mother
• Only a woman can give birth to a child, and if that is not empowering enough then I don't know what is
  
• Everyday is (or should be) mother's day

• It also sucks being unemployed, but I shouldn't really complain because I haven't done any job hunting lately
• It also sucks being in charge of the decorations for the Mother-Daughter Banquet tomorrow
• It also sucks finding out about this responsibility just two nights ago
• It also sucks being at home all the time like I'm on house arrest or something

So last night’s result was quite a shocker. Who knew Chris would go? Well, certainly not Chris.

This face is priceless:



Now, I’m not mocking him or anything like that. I actually kinda liked Chris. But you have to admit that that face is one of a kind. I don’t remember any contestants being so shocked because he or she was eliminated. I wouldn’t blame him for emoting like that though. The media definitely got his hopes up, and then Ryan Seacrest managed to shatter it in a mere three second. Heh, even Simon was shocked.

Yes I watch American Idol. I’m a slave to reality shows, what can I do? Anyway, I really want Elliott Yamin to win. Normally, I wouldn’t even bother talking about American Idol. Seriously, I’ve watched seasons 1-3, skipped season 4, and got hooked again on the fifth season without peeping a word about what I felt about the show…till now. This time, there is a reason for me to be talking about this show. The reason my friends is Mr. Yamin. I can go as far as saying that he is probably one of the best male vocalist I have ever heard in my life, and believe me, I’ve heard many. He may not be the best looking guy, but it’s all good because he can sing his arse off. I can go on and on rambling about Elliott because I’m just so blown away by the guy, but I won’t because y’all get the idea anyway. I'll upload some of the songs he sang in the competition, in case anybody is interested.

Aside from the AI madness, I managed to make a new layout and actually upload it. I'm amazed of myself today. I made a new layout...wow.

However, I still need to fix a couple of things. I'm not exactly sure yet what those things are, but they're going to get fixed. I feel like this layout is not complete yet...heh...It's 4:40 am, I need to sleep.

It’s been awhile since I talked to God. I go to church and I do church things, but my attendance and help mean nothing. It’s either for self-gratification or just part of my routine life that is difficult to cut-off. Now, every time I try to talk to God, I don’t feel that He is listening. It’s almost like I’m being given the silent treatment. I want to reconnect with God, but I don’t know where to start. I’m like a lost child - screaming, crying and begging my parent to find me and hold my hand again.

There is a God. I know He would never leave you nor forsake you…

I’m the one who left and abandoned Him.

Yesterday, I took a nap and rested my body on my usually uncomfortable bed. However, my body was too tired to be picky and just conformed to the bed's bumpy nature. Then I fell asleep fast; care-free and very peaceful...

An hour later, I started having this weird dream. A dream where I know it's a dream, but I can't control it. My body suddenly became paralyzed. At that point, I begged myself to wake up, but my mouth was shut and my whole body was glued to the bed. I was lying down sideways with only one eye opened.

I was half-awake and half-asleep. I was sure about that. The environment was not manipulated by the dream, I just lost control of my body. I opened and closed my eye several times hoping that I would wake up. But the more I struggled the more I suffered. After my third attempt of trying to free myself from my own sick imagination, I saw a girl in the corner of my room. She was wearing all black and was very, very pale...

She got closer and closer, then she jumped right behind me. I closed my eyes for the last time. I didn't want to open it, instead I started to think of reasons why I was having such a horrid dream: voodoo? death? guilt? When I opened my eyes, I saw her upside down face not even an inch away from mine.

Then I finally woke up gasping for air, swimming in a pool of sweat.

Later that night, I had difficulty sleeping because I feared that I might meet her again. Whoever she is. She appeared during the day, and there's no reason for her to not come again at night.

I hate those dreams, and I definitely don't want those dreams to come true.

So my freshman year is officially done. I'm glad to announce that I've passed all of my exams and successfully completed my first year of torture. I don't know how I'm going to survive second year seeing that I barely survived my first. I heard accounting is a pretty scary course, and next year, I have not one accounting course, but two. Oh, it’s going to be fun…

Well my summer is off to a good start, methinks. I’m unemployed and bored…
wonderful.

Right now, I'm working on a new layout. But seeing how lazy I've become, I don't think the new layout will be up soon. Heh, I may never put it up. We'll see.