Macie Chavez is a 24-year-old girl with both the attention span and the randomness of a 7-year-old kid. She likes purple, hiphop, swimming and washboard abs. She's weird but friendly. If you you want to connect, chat or get to know her, drop her an email or leave her a tweet. She replies, swear on the River Styx.

4 more days and it’s already Christmas. That was fast. I downloaded a couple of Christmas songs to listen in my mp4. It’s given that my favorite x-mas song would be from my favorite girl group: Destiny’s Child.

I remember Phen telling me that she doesn’t know what I found in Beyonce. For those who don’t know yet, Beyonce just happens to be my idol-slash-hero.

Thinking about it, I now know the definite reason why I have her as my role model.

She’s the epitome of what I wanted to be.
She’s beautiful. Not goddess beautiful but enough to break a couple of necks.
She’s talented.
She’s a soulful singer and my family knows how badly I want to be a RnB singer. If double platinum albums and sold out concerts weren’t enough proof of how great she is then maybe her Grammy’s and other awards should do the talking.
She’s a dancer and an actress. Plus she has her own clothing line. How hot is that?

And one of the most important reason on why I like her is she's nothing like the other trashy Hollywood stars. She doesn’t do drugs and is rarely seen with alcohol.

She is a sweet and caring person who donates millions to charities.
And well you know, a rapper mogul husband who adores and spoils you to death couldn’t make life any better.
That’s Beyonce for you. Hopefully by ten years I’ll be able to be even like half of what she has achieved. I’d be 27 by then.

Labels: Beyonce, Idol

I didn't think that it would go this far. I feel really bad, being caught in the middle and all.
Frankly speaking, I was left out. How can it happen that my radar didn't pick all of these things.
One thing that I'm thankful for, people actually trust me enough to rant to me their situations, worries and frustrations. For that, I am deeply moved.

Thank you fever and flu, because of you I was detached from the world. Now, I need a lot of catching up to do: acads, orgs, friends and well fangirl stuff.
I maybe like this but I'm not shallow or insensitive. I feel it too.

Thank you to my future brother-in-law (even though he doesn't know. HAHA) for making me feel better around 3 days ago. He even accompanied me for 3 hours straight just so I wouldn't feel alone. Surprisingly, he understands my situation.

Macie: Uy shet. Sorry ah. Nag-rarant ako sa'yo.
Brother-in-law: Okay lang. Naiintindihan ko naman yung sitwasyon mo.

Lalalala~Ulzzang Club. Blockmates. LD loves. Le Chat. Baby Tonski. Phendot. I miss you all. Let's have a date sometime and let loose. I need to destress.
Shit. Sorry for the emo-ness.

Forced myself to be up today. Still a bit sick but I’m better now. Mom broke my favorite purple mug. It made my headache even worse.

4 more days and it’s already Christmas. That was fast. I downloaded a couple of Christmas songs to listen in my mp4. It’s given that my favorite x-mas song would be from my favorite girl group: Destiny’s Child.

I remember Phen telling me that she doesn’t know what I found in Beyonce. For those who don’t know yet, Beyonce just happens to be my idol-slash-hero.

Thinking about it, I now know the definite reason why I have her as my role model.

She’s the epitome of what I wanted to be.
She’s beautiful. Not goddess beautiful but enough to break a couple of necks.
She’s talented.
She’s a soulful singer and my family knows how badly I want to be a RnB singer. If double platinum albums and sold out concerts weren’t enough proof of how great she is then maybe her Grammy’s and other awards should do the talking.
She’s a dancer and an actress. Plus she has her own clothing line. How hot is that?

And one of the most important reason on why I like her is she's nothing like the other trashy Hollywood stars. She doesn’t do drugs and is rarely seen with alcohol.

She is a sweet and caring person who donates millions to charities.
And well you know, a rapper mogul husband who adores and spoils you to death couldn’t make life any better.
That’s Beyonce for you. Hopefully by ten years I’ll be able to be even like half of what she has achieved. I’d be 27 by then.

Labels: Beyonce, Idol

Sometimes I wonder how people see me and what they think of me. It scares me a bit, honestly. I am sure though, that what they think of me, what they think my life is, is a complete misperception. I have always tried to show myself as a carefree person, as someone who wont get bothered because of public judgements. I am sure my friend and family think there is nothing going wrong in my life, that I do not worry enough, that I am always happy. And I am sure they probably somewhat hate me for it because, lets admit it, there is nothing worse than seeing someone who is life seems so perfect while yours is a complete mess. Truth is, I have become an expert at pretending. I think we are all experts or at least we are getting there.

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