Finally!

I dunno what it is about the 'puter I was using but for some reason, it won't let me use blogspot. Grrr. Ok, I'm on a different 'puter now so there's no stopping me. Not that I'll be posting anything earth shattering or profound.... can't have none of that. This blog is hell bent on staying as shallow as possible. Hehe.

Drumroll please...

My toys are on their way! Rich, a.k.a. the lovemuffin, bought me 4 of the fabulously awesome Mustachioed Ninjas! Yay!

The post office better get their act together. Any delay or screw-up will result in the total and complete annihilation of the entire Philippine Postal Service. So there.

Well...

I knew it.

You're What Now?

Ok, I will be the first one to say that my grammar isn't without flaws. I make mistakes all the time. But c'mon... when people read my stuff, they still GET what I've written. They don't have to go, "say what now?"

Recently, a friend sent me a screencap of a poem written by an 18 year old college girl who describes herself as clever, logical, ingenius and reads a lot.

Here's what she wrote:
i used to be a good girl but im not...
i wished to be the perfect one but i cant..
i thought they could understand me but they didnt..
i am just simple person...wishing to have peaceful life but i dont have a chance..

I am just sitting in one corner..and let my tears run down my face..thinking of all the burdens and hurts that i felt inside..
who have you who could tell me who i am?
who are they whose all criticism are all against me..
letting go of these feeling is not an easy thing,,

i have been so dumb for almost years but,
until now"I AM STILL LIVING IN MY OWN MISERY"
every people tends to be happy if they want to..
but however that person could be happy..
without seeing that they became emotionally damaged..
they want people knew that they happy even they are not..

I am just a girl wants to feel "im special"to my family,friends,and lovedones..
but im failed..in every game of my life..
i have never been won nor succeed..thats why i cant say "i can"..

After reading that, I went to the living room and kicked a few unsuspecting tables and chairs. I wanted to kick the genius who wrote the poem but that wouldn't help.

And then her friend went and took a quote and mangled it. Well, ok she paraphrased it but... I dunno, maybe I'm too strict or uptight but... I dunno, you decide.

Here's the quote:
"Pretty is something you're born with. But beautiful, that's an equal opportunity adjective."

And here's how she wrote it,:
"Pretty is something I'm born with but beautiful is an equal opportunity adjective."

Say what now?

Stepping Out.

Terrifying, innit?

Hooboy.

I have to get out of this country. Like, now. Or just some place he won't be able to bother me. Anywhere.

This is the shortest rant ever.

Erica, happy birthday sweetie! I love you!