Almost everyday, our parents will always have something to complain about our attitude. From the way we leave certain items lying around the house, to the way we speak to them: yes, they always have something to complain about. They'd constantly reprimand us, telling us to be more responsible, more respectful and such; and all we could do is sit/stand, with our heads bent down, facing the ground, hands on our laps/backs, tracing the floorboards/tiles with the big toe of our right foot... We are helpless and could not argue further. We couldn't really say anything 'cause they will always have something to throw back at us.

If we take a good look at it, the reason for our actions is THEM. We are not the way we are if it weren't for our dear ol' parents; and you know why? Because it's genetic! Observe how they are when they are unconscious. When they are caught off guard, you find them committing mistakes we kids would commit -they just refuse to admit it because they're our parents: our role models, the authorities, ang batas.

So friends, when things start heating up between you and your parents, just tell them 'It's Genetic!'. It'll piss the hell out of them but it'll shut them up and make them reflect on themselves and you. I can't guarantee any improvements with your relationship, it's just a matter of opening up and breaking that 'parental barrier'. It sucks to have uptight parents. At our age, we have to be best friends with them not pet & owner or commander and soldier, you know? They love us. They just don't know how to handle us.

I was watching an episode of C.S.I.: NY last night when they find the corpse of a teenage girl propped in a peculiar position. She was seated, frozen stiff, with her fingers clenching onto the table and her toes tensely pressing on her white, platform flip-flops. Her head faced the ceiling, her eyes were shut, and her mouth was propped open in making an 'O'. After the first autopsy of the body, they concluded that the victim's cause of death was that of an orgasm. Following further investigation, they found out that she was taking in some sort of compound that enhances your sexuality and all that stuff -in simple terms, she's taking some drug that gets her to climax easier.

Weird, funny, gross but REAL. There are actual cases of people who die of an orgasm. Most of which are of those whose hearts have gone weak. When we reach our peak, our hearts pump faster than normal, in the case of these people, their hearts, because they are very weak, are incapable of it so an artery or something just breaks or malfunctions and they just die.

Many cases are that of dirty old men sneaking around with their mistresses. I guess we can say that's their karma? As sad as it is, I still cannot help but laugh about it. So they pursue their vile deed of an adulterated relationship, strive to reach heaven, reach heaven, then wake up in hell. HAHA! Okay, I'll stop now. But gosh, can you just imagine the horrid scene? And the partners? Geez louisas. But yeah, sad, disgusting, filthy, wacky, tacky and true.

Like a body of water. From a little stream, to a coursing river, I swam against the current in fear of losing myself in the vast sea.

It's beginning to be a routine, this swimming-against-the-current thing. Some nights I find myself breaking down, shrunken and weak; getting swept by the strong current. And I wish that I was well-equipped and prepared; only I never learned. I've always been convinced that I am strong enough to keep my stance; that no matter how hard the wind blows and how strong the water pushes, I will still be standing on the exact same spot, rough, steady & unshaken... But I thought wrong.

I keep slipping, crashing onto the river banks and into large rocks. I've been crushed most times and I'm sure to have lost bits and pieces of me along the way. Life vests, rafts, paddles, boats -I wish I had those in hand, but I didn't. Because I was stubborn. Because I was proud. Because I was being stupid. Because I thought I was big and sturdy. Because I've been through rougher bodies of water -or so I thought. Little did I know that there were even rougher ones -no, I knew there were rougher ones; I just refused to recognize its existence.

So I find myself being dragged by the current, whipping and crashing from side-to-side, getting crushed by the minute. And yet, I still strive to fight and swim against the flow. It's a difficult task. It's a painful task. However, sometimes, I guess I have to just let loose and lose myself in this rough river ride, because as painful as it is, in due time, I will find myself a smooth, polished and shiny stone -just like those sitting at the end of the river: shining and glimmering under the beautiful, warm sun.

For the past month, words of doltishness have been uncontrollably flowing out of my mouth. Like yesterday when we were eating in KFC for lunch:

Irene:(on her 5th piece of chicken) I broke my record of 4 chickens!
Ellice:(on her nth piece of chicken) I think I broke my record too!
Me:*snap* I think I broke my fork.


That morning, before Dad left for work, I was fixing me my breakfast (eggs & toast):

Dad:(washing his hands) Hey, where'd the eggs come from?
Me:(cracks an egg) Chickens
Dad:(splashes me with water) I'm gonna strangle you.


Last weekend, we were driving off to Red Rock Canyon and on the highway we saw this car driven by this old lady with big, poofy, over-teased, seemingly platinum blonde locks:

Dad:Hey girls, where'd you think she got her wig?
*3-second silence*
Me: PetSmart


I wasn't the only one though. Last week, when my cousin came over with her friends, we were driving off to.. well, somewhere, and we were talking about cars:

Friend:I can't wait 'til they come up with cars that fly.
My cousin:Uhm, that would be called an Airplane


I really should get back to school... @_@