Mighty MorphinE Ninja Turtles

I thought twice as hard as I can if I would publish this post or not. I hope my future employer doesn't reach this site and read this.

I had these Morphine Shorts when I was young-er [of course, I wouldn't desire for them in my age now]. It was given to me [also to my siblings, I think, but the dedication was for me] by my grandmother from the States with matching Power Rangers bedsheets and blankets. (Typing these makes me shiver and have spasms. The thought of those bedsheets is making me faint.) Embarrassment... *sigh*


I have this odd (or maybe it isn't odd) thing in me that I really like to sleep on our couch in our living room. Yes, deep slumber in one of the unadvisable places to sleep. Then, unexpected (doesn't necessarily mean they are unwanted, don't be too cruel! That's my part!) guests come to pay a visit. The first time I experienced this was when I woke up to get a pillow, then surprise! My mom's visitors were there, seated in our dining area drinking pineapple juice and staring at me like I was a caveman who just woke up. NO, I wasn't wearing my Morphine Shorts then.

Next incident was when I took a nap (my naps are usually longer than my real sleep), and woke up at around 8pm. There were lots of glasses and plates in our sink, I asked if there were visitors earlier, and of course, I knew the answer. I was wearing my defective blouse [a part of my school uniform] that time.

Count some more similar moments and I felt like the people involved in some scandal [the ones involving cellphones and the internet]. People who saw must be very lucky. Don't ask why, I just think they're lucky. Wah, as I remember those moments, would someone please hand me a club and hit me. Yeah.

Just recently, well, a while ago, as I was typing my lab report on the floor. (Our pc was broken and I'm using the laptop on top of the CPU which is on the floor.) I was sitting on the floor in a not-so-nice-to-look-at way, and was laughing hysterically with what I was reading. I don't find acid rain funny, though. Then while sitting, I rotated myself 180 degrees and when I faced the opposite direction (I call this the butt-spin move), I saw two strange people. I was wearing those shorts. Let's end it here.


MORAL: Hmph, don't mind other people. Haha. If I know they have some weird shorts with them as well. Oh wait, this is our house, our home. So I can wear anything I like anytime (oh yeah!) and not mind other people. Aha, tama, tama. Don't mind, don't care. Treat them like ghosts, those you really really don't want to mind unless you make a living out of them.


*I'll trade them for your boardshorts if you like. Think about it, that is vintage. It just looks faded in the picture but the prints are still bright like they were bought yesterday (they aren't, so please, drop the issue that I really wanted to have them). Remember your Power Rangers times, the moment you fought with your brother/sister/neighbor/grandfather/cousin/pet dog for the colored Ranger (whose lips don't move and communicate with each other with a lot of arm/hand gestures) you want... Nostalgia? Now, you want those shorts.. Collector's item, cool, eh? [I have not so pleasant memories with it so I am willing to relieve myself of this treasure. No joke, haha!]

Scare Bear Tactics

This is a bear, a stuffed toy and nothing else. It doesn't look like a bomb to me, well, I don't know if it does - for you. Do I really look THAT suspicious wherein I always pray for World Peace?

Care Bears look so innocent, right? No joke, they really do. It's like they have a spell that when one looks at them, one is prompted to buy them. Come to think of it, how many Care Bears are there? Try buying one then after some time you want to buy them all. There are a lot of Care Bears and to buy them all is like buying all the Pokemon there are. Gotta catch 'em all!

I got one as a post-Christmas gift from my blockmate. He gave it to me after our Calculus class (wherein we were given our long tests results) maybe to calm me down after receiving my paper. I just saw a purple head and knew right there it was a stuffed toy. Even Pikachu would know it was a stuffed toy. My blockmate was so excited with it he quipped, "Open it, open it! It's really pretty obvious what it is, but open the gift and bring it out!"

I was like, "I like my gifts opened at home, save me the excitement. I only saw the head and not the entire gift. Thanks!"

Open the gift at home... I was WRONG. Then I went home with my LRT-mate / blockmate. The line for inspection for female was pretty long I wanted to sneak in at the other line, which is for males. (No, I don't look like a man. Wait, yeah, seriously. I don't even look like gay. Oh well.) Then the horrible lady was there. It was like someone tipped them for a bomb scare or something. It was not even the second day of classes, it was uhmm, the second day! No one would bomb the LRT station, I guess.

Finally, it's my turn. Yes, I decided to stay at the female line since I won't be allowed at the male one and would just look like an idiot if I do so. The lady scanned my bag which I opened fast. A white plastic bag with a small red paper bag inside with a fluffy, purple semi-round thing inside.

She asked me a question, (not where I live or what not) "What is this?" while poking (so hard the person behind me can hear the sound of the plastic) the plastic with her wooden stick. I replied, "It looks like a stuffed toy to me."

I thought that was it. She was waiting for me to bring out the paper bag from the plastic. So I did, since I was eager to go home and I'm taking too long at the inspection area. When I finally brought out the paper bag, she held the head of the mysterious, suspicious stuffed toy. STILL discontented, she held the bear at its head, brought it out in the air for everyone to see, AND groped every inch of the stuffed toy to I-don't-know-what. I was sure she was checking it out for any signs of bomb things or what.

You think she's commendable for being that curious?! But she (I think she's a she because well, she looked like a woman to me!) didn't check the other pockets of my bag for possible terrorism-inspired things/paraphernalias. Then I realized I was given a Care Bear particularly Share Bear as a gift. I found out about it right there - at the inspection area, at the entrance of the train station - with the guard, with the students behind me, with the rest of the people wanting to ride the train, and with Share Bear looking at me while being held in the air. She's bringing a stuffed toy with her? Whatever.

What the heck?! But hey, thanks for the gift, Calvin, I adore it. Don't worry, Scare - I mean Share Bear is safe with me. I'm currently looking at the bear right now. Eyeing its twin lollipops with hearts. Oh yeah.

MORAL: Bring out your IDs, or show them where they can be seen easily. I thought that if only I brought out my ID, the lady wouldn't be that crazy. Don't bring stuffed toys when riding LRTs or going to malls, especially Care Bears (I have no grudge against them, I really STILL find them cute even after the incident), because they look surprisingly suspicious to inspectors/guards. To possible terrorists, drop the stuffed toy idea, you'll get busted. Try other methods like uhmm, hmm, a hollow book with the bomb inside? Guards don't seem like bookworms to me.

The Red Suited Pa is Due in This Burg

The title is a Christmas Song popularly known as "Santa Claus is Coming to Town," and no, Britney didn't sing this. Though I am not sure if she revived it or what not.

What do you think would happen if the Christmas Songs we all know are named like these?

1.) Jovial Yuletide Desired for the Second Person Singular by Us [We Wish You A Merry Christmas]

2.) Exuberation to the Orb [Joy to the World]

3.) 288 Yuletide Hours [12 Days of Christmas]

4.) Tintinnabulation of Vacillating Pendulums in Inverted, Metallic, Resonate Cups [Jingle Bells]

5.) Diminutive Masculine Master of Skin-covered Percussion Cylinders [Little Drummer Boy]


MORAL: Whatever you call it, Christmas is still Christmas, in spirit, in words, in thoughts, and in deeds. Santa is the one who puts gifts in your red, Christmas stockings, though I wonder how he can get inside our house since we don't have a chimney. I used pantyhose before, no gift came. Do NOT, I repeat: Do NOT use pantyhose as Christmas stockings..!!

Halloween in December

Happy people live longer than mice. Yeah. XD

The pictures were taken from our block-Christmas party at Justin's house.

MORAL: Eat, (no, we didn't drink!), and be merry for tomorrow is the start of our Christmas break!!ü Happy Holly Days, people.

How to Get that Christmas Gift

This is probably one of the most effective ways of getting others to do what you want. Use this technique c/o Stewie. Learn from him. I played this for a number of times and my mom got annoyed. Effective!!!!



MORAL: Use this technique to get what you want. Just don't overdo it; may backfire when used regularly. Save this skill for emergency purposes (e.g. expensive things, asking permission to go somewhere). Enjoy.ü

Goldilocks and the Hot Bears

Polar bears, save them. Stop global warming. Educate yourselves and others as well. Adorable (unless you provoke them and they eat you. Blah.), right?

Hybrid cars are there, the car companies have the technology and all you do is just ask for them. Not a cheap price but it is definitely worth it. Think more, you'll still be alive by the estimated time that the earth would look like a dead planet. Who wants to live here at that time?

This is probably one of my most serious posts. Yeah. I don't use straws because they can't be recycled. I use all sides of paper, even my test papers, even my homeworks which are not yet checked.

MORAL: Warming warning. Do I need to say more? Please, that's enough. Captain Planet, save us. We're the planeteers, you can be one, too. 'Cause saving the planet is a thing to do.

How to Get an A

I got this from DJ (blockmate), who got this from his dorm, which is full of people. Write this at the back of your hand and pray it as much as possible.ü

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The Examiner's Psalm

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not flunk.

He keeps me from lying down when I should be studying,

He leads me beside the water cooler for a study break.

He restores my faith in study guides.

He leads me to better study habits for my grade's sake.

Though I walk through the valley of borderline grades,

I will not have a nervous breakdown for you are with me.

My prayer and my friends, they comfort me.

You give me pointers in moments of blankness;

You annoint my head with knowledge.

My test paper runs over with questions I can answer.

Surely passing grades and flying colors shall follow me

all throughout my school days,

and I shall not dwell in exam rooms forever.

MORAL: This is easy. Getting an A in just a few steps. Just say it (poem/prayer) over and over again like a mantra. Repeat 250x. Do not make any mistakes; if otherwise, repeat process again. No joke, I've done it already.

Human Mic Stand

Mark the Designer, Mark the Violin, Mark the Human Mic Stand. Another GK Brookside performance. Btw, the pictures are at my unattended multiply page. Just check the site at my profile under homepage or under the links.ü



MORAL: Atleast you didn't dance. Just kidding.ü

Bombshell

Igop and his children's performance under the Talent Portion program at GK Brookside.ü



MORAL: Never let your friends video you especially when you do things like this. Haha. Exploiting others is bad. Hehe.