Maw Twists

Here in Philippines, a typical celebrity commonly becomes popular not because of their looks or acting talent but due to the weirdo personality they have. Those who pass my taste are imagined to be just numbered in my hand’s fingers. Actually I could tell now that they’re only three.

I want to take this time picking up the most horrible artists I always watch on-air. Ask me people, I love talking about other’s life which is likely to be a general fact. This leads me in being a straight-forward critic and pushed me in spending time commenting alive in some awaited celebrity news everyday. Though I always realize that there are no such person who’s perfect and nobody can please all kinds of people, I still manage to cooperate with my guileless tongue towards social personalities’ simple wrong grammar or good deeds. In this chance, perhaps let us ask ourselves: Why does a good-hearted definitely famous person expose his or her being good in public if HE/SHE REALLY IS SINCERE IN WHAT SHE/HE IS DOING? Come on.

I like surprises. I like being bickered with especially when it’s the careworn person’s fault. I like being modest when praised. I may encourage you to send back either a NEGATIVE or positive comment here after I have finally eliminated my partial flaming criticisms for the local talents in the industry, not to mention those fans or fans club if there are such, ha-ha. My appreciation in advance.

FLYING SO LOW

This well-known Songbird escaped from being a single almost loveless female professional singer lose my belt of deference when the news that she and Ogie Alcasid is getting married sooner. We all know that Ogie’s already a father of Michelle Van‘s children, a lady of a foreign side who’s obviously prettier than Songbird. No offense for that ‘coz I’m not also a beautiful creature but what I just typed was purely an opinion. There are a lot of unique male singers (actually all of us is unique!) without a parenting responsibility so why didn’t she consider that thing and took Ogie? Even I newly heard that in the first place, Ogie and Michelle already filed a separation process before having his relationship with Songbird. As we always witness, celebrity friendships got in their vocabulary those sentences like “You deserve to be happy.” It’s like saying without thinking, like dying without reason. What about Ogie’s family? Would that compliment should continue with “.. and the family Ogie lose doesn’t deserve to be happy.” Add to that the children who mislay a father. Moreover, this Songbird is in reality active in supporting some foundations and against-cancer movements. So the general truth about sincere persons I mentioned earlier is nothing but a question in concluding sense. She also loves dressing with totally fitted waist lines, sleeveless and almost topless, can be seen by this flooding white complexion cleavage. So you think you got hopes for having bold movies. You got a brilliant voice, anyway.

Coming Up…

FOUR MONTHS WAS STRONG

YOU’RE NOT A TEEN ANYMORE

PETA IDOL

MAKE UP GIRLS

NOSE FOR SALE

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APRIL 5 – my 18^th year in existence. I always wonder why almost all worldly people call it as birthday wherefore it’s actually not a day. Haha, apology for being so literal.

I think I have to pass a rule over the land to call it as birthdate (see? It was underlined red by Microsoft Word). Obviously, that’s the date when you were born. Hmm…

If you’re busy with collecting riches for your bank right now yet you believe there’s SOMEONE above there WHO created us, DID HE CELEBRATE HIS BIRTHDATE? Where in the world did the people of nations got the December date for such said SPECIAL birthday. Oh yeah. Incredible.

Thus Concluded

Those who lose impetus because of an online fighter while acting hardcore with the keyboard, look in the mirror solemnly.

YOU ARE LIKE COMPETITORS IN A SPECIAL OLYMPICS. EVEN IF ONE WINS, SHE’S STILL retarded. Ü

Hail for all retarded!

Hail for all retarded!

Hail for all retarded!

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

Krabby Clouds

The last post was my id’s expressions… Ow my…

In my older blog spot, so far as I’m aware, there were at least two persons, ladies to be exact who I have helped so much realization on their dark side. Who’s who? E-e-e-e…

In a comprehensible manner, these two which became legitimately three just yesterday generalized that I don’t care about what other feels. It’s just a matter that I say whatever I wanted to say and have to say… based from a human’s natural conservative perception. I guess I was just born with a little careless mouth. And hey, I’m sort of immune with anything said about me. Simply because that could only be considered as an opinion. Well, they’re not my shadow to know me that well the whole day or my super ego controlling my vocabulary everyday. It’s their failure if I’m not affected with their reactions and judgments. So now let me say thank you! For the last time (I hope) I don’t hate anyone just because they hate either me or what I am doing in return. The truth just hurts. People are people and NOBODY can please everybody. And if you don’t want to feel pain each time you enter the world of internet especially when visiting my page, FEEL SUPER FREE TO REPOST THIS. Or REPORT ME AS AN OFFENSIVE denizen! Or register here in blogger then leave a hazardous comment! But hey hey, the best thing we stupids would recommend is to keep yourselves away from stopping over night here. IF I’M NOT WELCOME IN SAYING SUCH OPINIONS, YOU’RE FAR NOT WELCOME TO BE HERE, TOO (but I’ll be really interested if you send some comments)! Loser.

And by the way, I heard someone says “YOU’RE my top link in my browser. Exactly in friendster.”

Shut up and Thank you.

Fishy Atmosphere

My former partner didn’t like the message of my last draft. It wasn’t a great thing to be a problem though. Every aspiring writer never lacks the spirit! Whatever she/she sees, when in the mood, she’ll search a pen and write on anything she fins on her desk even a back of a shopping list will do.

Now I’m alone, making efforts for the sake of my blog’s life span. All the rights… and wrongs are now mine. *dog laugh*

Yet behind those sound effects, I still prefer to have someone on my brain’s sides when seeking ideas to add in Battered Milk. For now, I will try to stick to my own senses to put the possibilities in life. I believe this aim will work today.

The Untitled

Battered. This is what women usually become, eventually daily in their married life. That’s how wicked men nowadays.

Milk. Whitish liquid we drink if we feel like lacking calcium to strengthen our weakening bones and teeth. A beverage we imagine when we hear spoilage. It’s been a few days since we posted and planned on the previous entry. And that’s how I realized that Battered Milk spot is existing enough long. Battered connotes spoilage in milk, something being avoided by moms. Connection? Nothing.

The gaps of the posts here just show why the blog’s name has that kind of name. I think kids will love this more now the secret has been partially revealed. Happy?

An Essay About An Essay

     Along defying the extreme humidity dancing around my room, I noticed a bunch of mess from first to the second corner of the floor, not to mention the woody ceiling. It was composed of my high school and recent college garbage that I still keep for expected usage. While my mind was travelling upon the numerous pages of old books, I found some pieces of my essays in our previous technical writing class; there with the papers was my classmate’s masterpiece that I forgot to return. I borrowed it when I eventually discovered that we have exactly similar ideas regarding life after death. After reading it for the fourth time, I also saw my essay right behind it. We have little differences in the presentation of thoughts, as well as the given grades for each. Then I remembered how one of my good companions (also my classmate) reacted about having Marvin’s paper.

     “If I know, you’re just envious with what impressive evaluation he got for his essay.”

     I replied…

     “Don’t try to imitate my brain *eyes away from him*. Marvin’s work awakened me, finding that we almost have the same perceptions regarding hell… with BASIS.”

     Inside my head I silently added,

     “… Unlike yours”

     A fewer exchange of hot statements came after. No wonder, that companion I was referring to has other belief, one that is certainly far from what is ours. If my hypotheses were uneducated, he shouldn’t have approached me with that wicked mouth.

     The title I gave to my paper was Helion Ablaze while Marvin did not include a title for his piece. Before our essay’s introduction, we were instructed to draw our own Hell Illustration but my persistent classmate drew nothing and left a big space on his yellow sheet. Hope you’re beginning to become fascinated with his essay so let’s have it on track…


HELION ABLAZE – Marvin’s version















     I was asked to illustrate hell according to my personal belief and the figure above shows it. I drew nothing because I don’t believe in hell.

     My own personal reading, understanding and investigation of the Bible led me to a belief that hell (Hades in Greek and Sheol in Hebrew) is just a word used to describe the dwelling place for the dead. I do not believe that hell is a fiery place where sinners are punished eternally and I certainly do not believe in Dante’s work.

     According to the Bible, when a man dies, he returns to ashes from where he is created. He dies and that’s it. I don’t believe that he goes anywhere, neither heaven nor hell. According also to the Bible, the dead is conscious of nothing at all. I don’t believe in souls either. For me, soul is synonymous to life so when a person dies, his soul or life returns to God to whom all life came from.

     I believe that God is a forgiving God. I believe that God loves us all humans equally whether you are righteous or wicked. I don’t believe that God will let humans be punished in a dreadful place like the hell described by the catholic dogma. I believe that God gives all humans the chance to repent for all humans are sinners. My analogy states that a loving and forgiving parent will not let his child be punished in an inhumane and terrifying way, whatever mistakes the child had done.

     However, I believe in resurrection. I believe that in God’s time, those who have departed will walk again the lands of earth. Someday, the righteous men who have died years past will again live in a paradise on earth, free from any sins with all their loved ones, full of faith, hope and love.

     This is what I believe.


     Everything he had written here truly depicts the genuineness of Bible’s content.

Revelations 21: 4 – “And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”

Ecclesiastes 9: 5 – “For the living are conscious that they will die; but as for the dead, they are conscious of nothing at all, neither do they anymore have wages, because the remembrance of them has been forgotten.”

     Whether you’re religious or not, I believe that man should stay his eyes to something with foundation. I believe life is not merely a cycle of being born and being fed up to worms, not a struggle of searching so much material things for survival, not a faith by word alone … but simply satisfying the responsibility of being a creation of the Holy God – Jehovah. (Psalm 83: 18 – “That people may know that you, whose name is Jehovah, You alone are the Most High over all the earth”)

The Modern Aristotle

     Cheating in exams is the best exercise for your reflexes. Your eyes are rolling to see the answer sheet of your seatmate. Your ears should be attentive even to the softest whispers to get what your seatmate is saying. Your neck is stretched either ways to search for clues. Your hand writes very fast of the answer you’ve got. Your feet kicks the chair of your classmate to let him/her know that you want to copy and finally your heart beats ten times faster when you have passed your paper and realized that your seatmate answered set A and your is set B…

Verbal Bruise - Hospitalization

     Awkward it is to expose something like this here, considering that the involved person is somehow your fellow countrymen or I guess we were urged to divert our senses to something small but terrible… Everybody must have already seen the actual stage-scandal or the youTube version of this item.

     Well, here it is.

Vivian Tan (judge): The question is, what role did your family play to you as candidate to Binibining Pilinas?

Janina San Miguel: Well, my family's role for me is so important because there was the wa- their, they was the one whose… very… Hahahaha… Oh I'm so sorry, Ahhmm… My pamily… My family… Oh my god.. I'm… Ok, I'm so sorry… I… I told you that I'm so conpident… Eto, Ahhmm, Wait… Hahahaha! Ahmmm, Sorry guys because this was really my first pageant ever because I'm only 17 years old and hahaha! I, I did not expect that I came from, I came from one of the top 10. Hmmm, so… but I said that my family is the most important persons in my life. Thank you.


     Should I act barbaric or angelic? Ü

     The primary reasons my head created after watching and listening the whole meant mistake were merely entertainment and pity. Clearly, the most possible excuse for having that answer is nervous and based on the recent interview with her in one of most respected evening show, I’m 98% correct with the word NERVOUS! =)

     Anxious, my dear?

     She moreover alleged that the question became vague to her hypothalamus. CAN’T YOU SPEAK? WAS IT A REASON SO YOU JUST ANSWERED YOU’RE INVENTED QUESTION? Yes, I wasn’t there but even a single practice may have appreciated BETTER!! Anyway, I shouldn’t be retorting this for all you are worth. As you said, “Intindihin niyo na lang po (Just understand please)…”


THE INTERVIEW

Interviewer: So you’re saying that it’s not that you’re not good in English. You didn’t hear the question completely, did you?

Her: Yes. But actually, my English is considered as one of my weaknesses that’s why it directed me in currently taking up Mass Communication course.

Interviewer: So let me try your English fluency and comprehension. I’ll ask a question and you’ll answer it back in English.

Her: Okay!

Interviewer: If to choose between only having beauty or intelligence, which do you prefer?

Her: SAME! *confidently smiles*

Interviewer: *fainted to death* Ah, pareho? Same?

Her: Yes.


     Be deserving in the upcoming Miss World 2008 - believed to be the only way to get a 98% good image. =)

     No one has ever make it to do absolutely nothing. THINK.