WWE: Completed My Childhood

First off, WWE stands for World Wrestling Entertainment. When I was much younger, I used to watch it with my grandfather, now deceased. Randy Orton, Edge, and other wrestlers were my childhood heroes. I always thought about how awesome they are in that square ring. I think WWE focuses more on drama than action. Little boys to fathers, even girls like me love it. No, I don't love it because of the buff guys, I'm into the drama. If you're into drama, action and suspense, I'm positive you may enjoy watching WWE. But if you're a bit sensitive on violence, foul language, and blood or stuff like that, don't force yourself. Even until now, I still watch and enjoy watching wrestling. It's played a big part in my life. It's molded me into who I am. But remember, WWE always reminds viewers, "Don't try this at home or in school."

My dogs are also my sisters

I love this neighborhood, but kids here are total &%$#@(excuse me for my language). I mean, who do they think they are??? Carrying toy guns around and shooting at the friends of my dogs out on the streets. They think they're so brave and strong that they have the right to play with those dogs. This is what happened, a gang of boys around the age of 8-10 arrive with toy guns and start shooting at a small dog outside my house. The dogs of the nuns in front of our house and our dogs start barking at them like they were The Philippines Most Wanted Crooks. They play around with one of the dogs. The tiny dog they shot with their toy guns chase them off to the other end of the street, nearly biting off the foot of one of the boys. I mean, what kind of display of idiocy was that?! If they come messing with my dogs, I'm letting my dogs out to kill them. I don't care what their mothers think, I'm letting my dogs kill them if they catch them. I'd even help my dogs if they come around again. Damn kids.

Noisy neighbors

Man, are my neighbors noisy people. They were just able to put up a little bar in there place and night after night after night, they kept singing drunk music in their karaoke machine which could be heard throughout the neighborhood. It would have been alright if they had a good singer but they are just a bunch of drunkards boasting that they've become rich folks. Until one night, one of our seniors got sick of their tyranny. He stomped his way out of his house and yelled at the drunkards. That was kinda awesome of the old man to do something like that. The noisy bar turned down its volume at last.

Bored of Blogging

Blogging... I have nothing to write about most of the time. Sure I have time to blog every single night, but I'm just not "into" it. I mean, what am I suppose to write about? Local news? They're not even "interesting" for me. No proximity. I don't even like writing down my thoughts. My thiughts are for myself, even if some of my posts talk about them... Bleh... I need a topic or something....

FAMILY DAY

This family day was no fun at all. Why can't we just ignore the stupid dancing thingy of the programme and go around campus and do what we want. It's a family day. Ever since I heard of the dancing program after lunch, I had no second thoughts about ditching the event.Right after the parade, I regrouped with my family, ate and bought stuff then left. I didn't even care about the registration. It was for plus points, right? Just for plus points.So what? I don't need to work so hard for plus points to get a passing grade. I wish family day was like the usual family days we had in the past few years. Fun and not like a prison. And why'd family day end so early? 6:00? I wish the days of yesterday could just be today. Changes are good, but sometimes, they just don't work the way you want them to.

A BOND ( a bit long but this is my original story )

Two lads embark on a journey
To search for excitment in this world.
One is the white liar
The other so fond of being prompt.
Bounded by a brotherly oath
Sworn since childhood
A bond as strong as steel.

Miles and miles they walked
Targeted by selfish men
But the oath which they've sworn
Kept unyielding and secure
In despair or in joy
Their smiles dropped not.
A bond as strong as steel.

Fallen angels sighted the two
To play with their hearts
The demons plotted.
The white liar told his friend
"We'll be fine if we travel this road."
The demons laughed harder.
A bond about to break.

Along the road
Behold misfortune and chaos.
The two lost dear items
From their fathers' houses.
The fallen angels deeds
Made the bond melt so fast.
A bond about to break.

"Misunderstandings break bonds"
Prompt Youth frowned.
"Say it is over not,my friend.
I am by your side.
It is not too late"
The other pleaded.
A bond about to break.

"Why trust a liar such as you?"
His friend rebelled with a scowl.
"You lie about safety as always.
I cannot trust a deceiver.
Not a white liar or the sort.
A deluder is a phony."
A bond about to break.

The demons laughed harder.
Soon, the friends in a battle
Against each other they found.
Not friends any longer
Not comrades nor brothers
But enemies, foes now.
A bond shattered in pieces.

In the midst of the battle
Their insults were heard
By Morpheus of Memories
The Immortal realized
The two had fallen to demons
And decides to end the quarrel.
A bond to be reborn.

The white liar of the two
Recalls his brotherly friend
Welcoming, benevolent, sympathetic.
The friend he once loved
The comrade, brother he cared for
More than his own life and honor.
A bond to be reborn.

The Prompt Youth of the two
Recalls his brotherly friend
Perky, affectionate, hearty.
The friend he once loved
The comrade, brother he cared for
More than his own life and honor.
A bond to be reborn.

"Our childhood days
To be brothers perpetually
We vowed to each other
Our oath we break
For a single misunderstanding
After all our adventures?"
A bond redeemed at last.

The two lads realized
What they were quarelling over
Was nothing worth over their oath.
They quit their brawl
To regain being friends
As comrades, as brothers once again.
A bond as strong as steel.

Signs

All of us ask signs from God, whether we remember it or not.Sometimes we're so desperate we overlook these "signs" that we make things even worse. Not only do we overlook or misinterpret these "signs" but we should also be careful of where it came from. And when I mean "where it came from", I mean, we should be certain those are from God and not from the devil. God isn't the only one who gives us signs. If we follow the sign the devil gave us, we will fall. Not immediately of course. The devil will make us happy at first to persuade us so we should really be careful. We're not safe anywhere. Whether we're under the protection of the police or whatever, we can NEVER escape the forces of the supernatural. Not everyone believes in the supernatural. I didn't at first just to show how brave I was. But now, I can't help but believe, when I can't explain something which is , well, "unexplainable."