Ze Gud ol' Daes

In my childhood, I enjoyed playing with dolls. I had a few Barbie dolls. My father bought them for me. I never liked taking care of their hair. I never liked dressing them up, no, that’s just not my style. Instead, I change their names and devise a stupid dollhouse drama (Well, it wasn’t a dollhouse; it was more of a beach set. Complete with surf boards, skate boards etc.) starring my dolls (You know that kids do that all the time). I usually turn one of them into a boy or if I feel like it, a girl who is attracted to another girl (back then, I didn’t know the term to use) because I do not possess a Ken doll (And never wished to). And the games begin. You folks do not wanna know how far attraction can go in one of those stories *cringes*. Seriously, it can get dirty but it’s rather amusing to imagine a child’s icon being imperfect instead of the typical Mary Sue image the advertisements project, despite being a kid it already bugged me that they’re so perfect, unreal, and most of all… moral (Sometimes they engage in a cat fight… I make them).

It’s not the curvy bodies that bothered me. It was the fact that their breasts had no nipples and their-you-know-whats have a bunch of letter B’s and flowers on it instead of the standard--- line. And don’t even get me started with the feet. How come it’s always positioned that way? Well, it was to accommodate the shoes but it still looked weird to me.

Well, moving on, I hated combing their hair. I mean, why do I have to comb their hair? It’s not my fault that their hair is so long and difficult to maintain but I do like them sleeping beside me… and that messed their hair up even more ‘coz I move around when I sleep. But don’t get me wrong! I love my dolls! They’re cute, sexy, fun to play with, and I’m pretty sure they ain’t cheap. Besides, my father thinks I like ‘em… and I do… I asked him to purchase the dolls don’t I? That’s proof enough. But now you’re probably wondering the point of writing this blog entry. Well… nothing. I just remembered my Barbie dolls and thought about sharing my juvenile insights about them. So… any of you folks feel the same ‘bout your Barbie dolls?

Teh Wei I c it

Dreams... what are dreams anyway? Aren't those the things we want to be once we grow up? I never had one of those. Well... maybe I did... but they weren't anything serious. I have this thought, see. My dream has got nothin' to do with what kind of job I'm supposed to have. I never had that vision of myself, wearing a certain attire that screams the word employment all over it. My dream does not revolve around what kind of work I wanna do, it revolves around the kind of life I'm gonna live. I'm not dreamin' of a job, I'm dreamin' of the way my life would be and what I should do to achieve it. Someday, I wanna be a professional... and I wanna be well-off while keeping my dignity in tact. I have to find a way to achieve that so I pick out a course that I think would help me out, somehow. It's not because I dream of doing it, it's because I believe it a factor that contributes to living a stable and moral life outside my parents' supervision. So I study and train to achieve that goal, and then I learn to love what I do. (We always learn to love what we do, otherwise, we would always suck at it.) And we, humans, like to have a stable and moral life... we all dream of that. But then again... if we all dream of that... we'd have no politicians... so let's rephrase that... most humans like to have a stable and moral life while others sacrifice their morality for a stable life. Now, that sounds much more realistic!

Chain ov Zotz

I was eating my dinner in the solitude of a lone restaurant table a few hours ago when I thought about the vegetarians. I was enjoying my tuna and my potato balls (yummy!) and in front of me is an advertisement of their chicken terriyaki. I remembered... vegetarians don't eat chicken terriyaki. I'm not a vegetarian but I do have my daily intake of vegetables. (I actually like how it tastes) Then I thought... if they don't eat meat, then they must be relying on tofu for protein. But do vegetarians eat egg? What is egg anyway? Is it considered meat? Then I thought about the people who became vegetarians because they feel that slaughter houses are giving pigs and cows a hard time. Well, obviously, I don't think they eat chicken and seafood 'cuz they're animals too. But seriously... the mind-boggling question that haunts my head in the middle of food consumption was if they do eat eggs? I do not know. Are eggs considered animals already or are they just a bunch of yolks? Then, I thought about abortion. Do the people think that the fetuses they kill are just embryos? Or are they human already? If I were an animal loving person, I won't eat the eggs... 'cuz they were supposed to become chickens. And... would that mean I wouldn't abort an embryo 'cuz they're gonna be human someday? Hmmmm... chain of thoughts just went way too far. I gotta stop eating alone.

Sweeht Daez ov Youzt

You fellas see that kid? Yeah... the dufus who's riding a shopping cart. That was me nine years ago.


Looking back, I kinda' miss riding the shopping cart everytime my feet got tired of walking 'cuz now, I'm the one who's pushing the damn cart. lolz. Sometimes, I think that turning into a kid again would be soooo awesome but then again, being a kid means being bounded by the fence so maybe being a bit grown up is okay too. Even though it means pushing the cart instead of riding it. lolz. You guys get what I mean, right?

Wut Makez a Geeniazzzz

When great qualities conspire, a wonderful but odd entity is created. They are called geniuses. Now what is a genius, or rather, what makes a genius? Here's my opinion...

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1. Geniuses have great minds. They have principles, they have something to say... they never run out of ideas and points of view.
2. Geniuses can be strange in some ways but sociable as well. They have qualities that stand out, qualities that aren't present in every normal human being. They have ideas that are considered odd to other people but they have a life. They have friends, they have acquaintances. They still are normal folks.
3. Geniuses aren't selfish beings.
   
4. Geniuses do not seek honor, nor do they seek respect. They are contented in just living and enjoying their lives.
5. Geniuses are critics. They give honest remarks. But their compliments are sweet enough to rot a set of teeth.
   
6. Geniuses know their limitations. They do not overwork themselves to oblivion.
   
7. Geniuses have weaknesses but they strive to work on those.
   
8. Geniuses make use of what they have.
9. Geniuses look on the bright side of life. Even in the crappiest day, they manage to see the benefits of it in their lives.
   
10. Geniuses know that they can't do everything on their own so they ask for help... and tons of it.
11. Geniuses know that their brilliant minds aren't enough to survive so they study.
12. Geniuses learn from their mistakes.
13. Geniuses gain and share knowledge.
    
14. Geniuses plan but they never stick to those plans.
15. Geniuses are organized in their own way. It varies on the field they show this.
16. Geniuses are hard to get at times. Some simply cannot grasp their ideas.
17. Geniuses do not give a crap about being called weird. They enjoy their diversity and continue doing the things they do.

And the genius is...

ME!

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That wasn't very convincing, was it?

You say I'm a strange fella, You say you do not understand the reason why I'm odd. I say, oddity is a power, a gift from above. Sweetie, I'm a genius, of course, you wouldn't understand.

-Elle

Inuhveishen

I have tons of free time on my hands... well... that's a lie but despite my busy ways, I still got time to think about things that I am not supposed to think about like...

The Spypop

I know... weird. Well, since it's examination week and I loooove eating lollipops, I thought of it. Why I did, because Physics is driving me off the wall. But I didn't really do this... I just imagined it.

Now, what is a spypop? I am going to pretend that I am a highly scientific person and fill you in with technical garbage… A spypop is a confectionery consisting of “bud thinkers” that can trigger your mind to remember the answers in your exams. It comes with various flavors like:

• Citrus-y History
• Strawberry Physics
• Melon Math
  
• Cherry Chemistry (My personal favorite)

Okay… maybe that wasn’t so technical, but hey, I tried! So buy your spypops now! Available in your local stores.

warning: such things do not exist

Pre-DICK-shen

Any of you folks heard of the rumors about an earthquake on July 18? An earthquake that'll kill tons of Filipinos? Well, obviously, that isn't true. Seeing that I'm still alive and kickin', it's evident that no strong earthquakes occurred on the said date. Who the hell "predicted" that so-called disaster?