I'm a pretty passive person actually and I don't give a rat's ass over things that barely matter but let me just clear this notion up: Just because I'm passive, doesn't mean I don't have things I hate. As the overrated saying goes, "I'm only human."
So, I made a short but vindictive list of things that do not do me justice and I figured that since most people that I'm acquainted to are very much oblivious as to how I work things out, I'd educate them with things that befuddle me as a human being. But why? I'm not being a narcissist here, alright? I just hate dealing with people that seem to have an IQ equaled to his puny shoe size. And just because I like an entry dedicated to this in my blog.
In no definite order.
AL's FIFTEEN NO-NO's
1. COCKROACHES - Small disgusting, vile, ominous insects that seem to grow in number in my kitchen. When I see them crawl, I feel the dire need to burn my house.
2. PRETTY PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY'RE ALL THAT - Just because you're beautiful doesn't mean you can treat people like they don't matter. Get over yourself, bitch.
3. GUYS WHO THINK THEY CAN GET ANY GIRL THEY WANT - I guess in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time. Go die, somewhere.
4. MISINFORMED MEATBAGS - Those who think that they're information is Ground A and that everything they say are too credible for your own good when in fact, they don't make sense at all.
5. BACKSTABBERS - Its funny how you get to be number five only. Ah, people who live off crap from their own filthy mouths. People who are only strong when you got your back turned.
6. THE PLASTICS - Man, do I just love to actually burn you, then again, you'd pollute the air with your nasty smell.
7. SPELLING and GRAMMAR NAZZIS - Call me a freak but I am rendered to actually hate people who are freaking stupid when it comes to their spellings and grammar. It gives me this feeling of unfathomable hate every single time I see something dumb being written.
8. SOCKS - They are designed to entrap and torture your feet.
9. IDIOT DRIVERS - Road rules are in place for a reason. They assist with saving lives. You are not above the law. Stop speeding. Stop cutting people off. Stop drink driving and grow the fuck up.
10. CROOKED PHOTOS ON THE WALL - I don't think this one needs an explanation. They must be straight. End of discussion.
11. NOT GETTING ENOUGH SLEEP - It ruins my whole day and I feel like I'm actually dying. Nothing is worthwhile anymore.
12. PEOPLE WHO GET OFFENDED BY CUSSING - Are you an adult? Do you live on Earth? Then deal with it. Those are just words, they won't bite you.
13. FEELING PRESSURED INTO TALKING TO PEOPLE I DON'T REALLY LIKE - If I’m not particularly interested in being close friends with you, I don’t really want to pretend to like taking to you. I really just don’t care. It might mean I’m a bad person.
14. PEOPLE WHO GO ANON FOR BULLSHIT REASONS - A.K.A TROLLS. Dear lord, get some fucking life, idiots. It's actually for free.
15. WHEN MY CHOICES ARE NOT BEING RESPECTED - Let us be civilized humans. Please do not annoy me by saying my choice wasn't the best one and telling me what I could have done.
So there you have it. Top fifteen things I hate. I just realized that I hate more things and I think that making it up to fifteen gives me this heavy feeling of remorse and that I still want to add some more. Maybe later on, when I've set it all up.
Let me just stress this out in a non-comedic level because I might start to laugh at myself for caring too much about matters like these. It's depressing when I think about it, but somehow, I couldn't attempt to not care about things that get on my nerves pretty much often.
What the hell am I even talking about? I do not make sense, yes. Regardless, let me point this out: I basically hate people who think they're all that even though they're not. I hate it when they strut all over the place as if they own it. I hate it when I see them acting all superior in many ways. It makes me want to land you a firm punch in the face, truth be told. Do not act all giddy just because you've earned a notch above others. It's not even that big of a deal.
Do yourself a favor and get a life. We do not need any further bullshit you offer, thank you very much.
- SpongeBob’s first words were, “May I take your order?”
- Squidward makes various references to eleven minutes. This is because every episode lasts approximately eleven and a half minutes.
- The first episode aired (Bubble Stand/Ripped Pants) was, in fact, the second episode made. The pilot episode was “Help Wanted/Reef Blower/Tea at the Treedome” in which Spongebob gets his job at the Krusty Krab and meets his friend Sandy.
- Tom Kenny said he came up with the voice of SBSP, when he heard an angry dwarf yelling.
- The German title of this show is “SpongeBob Schwammkopf” which means “SpongeBob SpongeHead”.
- Mr. Krab’s date of birth is 30 November 1942. Spongebob’s is 14 July 1986 as revealed on each characters driving license in dream sequences in the Season 1 episode “Sleepy Time”.
- Spongebob lives at 124 Conch Street.
- SpongeBob was originally named SpongeBoy but that name was already trademarked.
- Mr. Krabs lives at 3541 Anchor Way.
- The episodes “SB-129” and “Krusty Krab Training Video” feature the credits on a space and a black background, respectively, instead of the traditional underwater background.
- In Korea Sponge Bob is referred to as “Square Square Sponge” or, quite often, “Square Square Sponge Song” (in the title song they needed four words to match the music and most children refer to him the second way).
- Mr. Krabs first name is Eugene. His rival, Plankton, is named Sheldon.
- The signal flags hanging on the front of The Krusty Krab do not spell a word. In fact, the third signal flag (from left to right as you face the front door) does not exist in international nautical code. The first, second, fourth and fifth are R, I, U, and K respectively, although the U is only “right-side-up” if you read the flags from right-to-left. Inside Mr. Krab’s office is _, I, R, and M. The _ has no letter associated with the flag
- Plankton’s computer wife Karen is named after the wife of Stephen Hillenburg, and is voiced byJill Talley, the wife of Tom Kenny.
- Stephen Hillenburg, the creator, stopped making new episodes in 2002 to work on the feature length film, The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (2004). Because of this Nickelodeon had eight unaired episodes which they air at the rate of two or three a year.
- Stephen Hillenburg, the creator of the show is a marine biologist, and presented his idea for the show to Nickelodeon in a bizarre way: He brought in a fish tank into the board room and explained what was living inside. He then placed a cartoon drawing of SpongeBob into the tank and said “This is SpongeBob, the star of your new show.”
- The Krusty Krab’s siren is identical to the siren used in The Shawshank Redemption (1994), which also featured Clancy Brown.
- SpikeTV approached Stephen Hillenburg to do an “Adult” version of the show for their adult animation block. The show was to be similar in concept to “Ren & Stimpy ‘Adult Party Cartoon’”(2003), Hillenburg refused to do it and Nick refused to sell the rights to SpikeTV.
- In the “Big Pink Loser” episode, we learn that Patrick’s last name is Star.
- Mermaid Man’s Invisible Boatmobile is a 1959 Cadillac.
- To create Spongebob’s distinctive laugh, Tom Kenny hits his throat with his hand repeatedly while saying, “Ahh.”
- According to concept art, the “Krabby Patty” was originally going to be called the “Barnacle Burger”.
- Mr. Krabs’s Fishing boat is called the SS Cheapskate.
- Every time a license is seen, Spongebob says something about a mustache.
- The name of Patrick’s parents are Herb and Margie.
- While Stephen Hillenburg was a director for “Rocko’s Modern Life” (1993), he showed the show’s writer ‘Martin Olson’ a comic book called “The Intertidal Zone” that Hillenburg drew in college. Olson loved it and suggested that Stephen rewrite it as an undersea cartoon series, which became Spongebob Squarepants.
- Almost every time a character throws something away you can hear a glass braking.
- Whenever havoc is wreaked, you almost always hear a man (fish) cry, “My Leg!” among the chaos.
1) Angular - If the victim was on the move, drops hit at an angle. The more oblique the impact, the longer the drop’s tail. The head points in the direction the person was traveling.
2) High Velocity - Misty, diffuse spatter is created by external force greater than 100 feet per second — which usually means a gunshot, an explosion, or (seriously) a sneeze.
3) Hair Impact - A traumatic impact between head and surface tends to leave a stain with feathered edges, like someone squished a loaded paintbrush against the wall.
4) Hair Swipe - If the smear fades out in one direction, the head was likely bloody before contact. The lightest edge of the swipe points in the direction the head was traveling.
5) Fabric Swipe - More fluid than hair swipes, these stains sometimes display the imprint of the bloodied clothing. T-shirt weaves are often the easiest patterns to decipher.
Name: Korina "Korki" Estrada Skills: Make Up x Licensed Open Water Scuba Diver x Soon to be English Teacher x Softball
"Super Girl"
Well, I refer to Korki as Super Girl, probably because she is. She has the knack of actually making you feel happy even without trying. You know, like rainbows and unicorns and party poppers. Not necessarily party poppers, but you get the point. Korki also has a showcase of awesome talent that I can't even imagine of having. Yes, because I am too lame to even save my own life.
Korki would be like the bubbliest person you will ever meet. EVER. Despite that cloud of depression that seem to suck you in, she could actually clear that up with just a knack of her silly antics. She's one of the smartest people that I encountered too, even from a day to day basis. Despite being bubbly, as a mere human being she has her sensitive sides too, but that doesn't stop Super Girl from actually rocking on. I know, that sounds really cheesy and all - so stone me.
Besides her bubbly personality, Korki can rock your socks (is it just me or are my terms really lame) by showing off her eccentric and out-of-this-world style. Me, being a fashion enthusiast, often get my ideas from her, although I couldn't really measure up to the same level she's in. It has come to the point where I actually asked her to teach me on how to put make up on. Really though, I think Korki has it all. Pretty, smart, quirky, funny and down-to-earth. Even though she says she has no talents, I'm pretty sure she has a lot.
If I was to rate Korki from one to ten, I'd give her a twenty. You don't often meet a girl like her, even as a friend. She never fails to put that smile back in your face, or even make you laugh at the craziest times. It takes a lot of effort, truth be told.
Korki being naturally natural at everything is one of the people I'd like to keep for the rest of my life.
To Korki, thank you for everything. For all the laughs, the quirks, the advices, the talks, the jokes - just everything. Thank you for teaching me the things I have yet to know, thank you for the ears and for the love. I appreciate you for what you are and that you should know, you're one of the best people I have ever met. Don't ever change, love.
Just like my previous blog, I wanted to feature people here too, may it be male or female. Why so? It's nice to actually appreciate things or, even people, for that matter at a time to time basis. No, It's not being a complete suck up. It's totally different.
So from time to time (and this would actually make my blog last longer), I'd be featuring a couple of awesome creatures. But of course, asking their permission would be a must.
Since I still don't have official photos of my simple birthday dinner, I'll just have to eventually rant about it. Somehow, this has become an active blog. I don't know why, but I've been striving to keep this up and going rather than just making it sit idle in a sad corner with nonsensical things. Oh well, I'm pretty happy that I get to do this once in awhile.
Well, first of all, my birthday is something that I wasn't looking forward to at all. I never had a grand celebration, to say so. Those of my childhood years does not count since I'm pretty sure majority of the people experienced kiddy parties and the sort. I'm not complaining alright? I'm someone who's pretty passive with everything and a mere grand means little to me. Unless, the moment is to be counted for.
If I may say so, when I woke up this morning, it didn't feel really special at all. It was just like any other normal day wherein you poke your head into something that makes little sense and proceed your day as planned. I woke up pretty early and I didn't know what to do. I was just lying in bed and singing to something I could barely understand, it was that type of day where you hazily just laze about. I wasn't looking forward to anything, truth be told. I knew it wasn't going to get any special and I knew it was bound to be just another dinner ritual people abide to whenever special occasions arise. I was being the pessimistic bitch, if you cloud that in. It was something to be alarmed for because I was wary of pushing through with dinner. I just wanted to drown myself in misery and just be left alone.
Knowing that it couldn't mean any more, I was dragging my feet everywhere, feeling heavy as a whale. I didn't want to cancel because I'm pretty sure the people I invited shoved some of their time to make way for my empty dinner. Yes, empty. The reason why I don't look forward to any of my birthdays is because its always the same thing. People greet you but don't sincerely mean it. People are nice to you JUST BECAUSE its your birthday. Call me pessimistic, but I know better. It was always like that.
And probably because I expected more.
I went to my workplace to actually clear my schedule for today so I can prepare things for later. Not that I needed a lot to be done. I just wanted to spend time alone before I mingled with sane people. I got my advance pay just so I could provide for my own. I didn't bother asking my father since it will be too much on his part. Top two reason why I felt like a drowned rat. I was expecting him to actually help me. It would be quite selfish if I pushed him to his limit even though he couldn't cough up anymore of those bills. So, I didn't bother asking.
I went to church before heading out to the place where we were supposed to have dinner. I was quite excited, but not much. I just wanted to see the people I invited. I was first to arrive, of course. Sasha and Kirby came in thirty minutes after we climbed up the restaurant. My cousin came in just a little later. Anne and Michelle came last. I was caught up with the fun talking and I realized that I didn't need anything else but these people. When Anne and Michelle came and everyone I invited was finally complete, I was happy as I could be.
I didn't need gifts or anything more, I was just really happy they came and spent my birthday with me. It was more than I could bargain for. Although my father wasn't there (because he insisted in staying home), my mom and brother were actually there to fill his spot, although it still felt incomplete. My aunt and cousin were also present. And four of the most important friends I have came and made the day even complete.
It wasn't something I expected and I DID NOT even bother expecting anything. Just moments ago though, I was truly grateful it was my birthday. To be able to talk and eat with these people were the presents I just wanted for my special day. They were my ticket to happiness and I realized how stupid I was for actually thinking that it could not get any better. It was something more. Seeing as to how these people made the time for me despite the busy and crazy schedule they have made me think of how lucky I really am. All the doubts that clouded my expectations instantly vanished and I knew that I don't need a lot of things OR people to make my birthday worth it.
Despite the incompleteness of my special day, I still managed to feel like the happiest person in the whole wide world.
I was even happier as I read through my facebook wall and found a massive outbreak of greetings. It would have been in an infection if it were zombies. It made me happy in a lot of ways.
To the people who greeted me last night, I thank you too for waiting on that 12:00 am curf. It made me happy.
And to those people who celebrated with me, Sasha, Kirby, Anne, Mich, Mom, Kent, Ching, and Tita, thank you so much. It wouldn't have been special without you. Thank you so much.
It was just moments ago when my spirit was dampened by things I recently discovered and it was just moments ago too when I had the most awesome laugh trip of the night. Thanks to my amazing friend, Korki. I think she took her bubbly personality to a whole new level when I told her that I was sad about what I found out just last night. I think she was pretty determined in turning my frown upside down. It did work - in a very retarded way! Up until now, I still have fits of giggle going on. We also worked our secret punchline that leaves us grasping for air. What is breathing?
Well, we talked about Mr. 3-year-crush and how he's pursuing another girl. I guess she took heed of my downtrodden-ness and started telling me that I should go for his hotter brother. I think I was taken aback when she mentioned his name and I was left rolling on the floor, laughing. What is life? Hahahaha. Probably because I never thought she'd mention him. He's older than us by a landslide (well, not really and HE IS WAY HOTTER). She pointed out how hot, single, and hot he was. Yes, hot is being redundant tonight. I also told her that if ever I get to see him again this week, I'll probably burst out laughing just looking at his face. She begged me to avoid such circumstances because she'd do the same too thus we'll be hiding behind someone else back and laughing our lungs out while Mr. Hot Brother thinks we're all mental. Please no. Hahahaha.
I also mentioned a lot of things that Mr. Hot Brother has done for me and she sent me a picture that had the two of us plastered on his facebook profile. Imagine the fits of laughter again. I guess, I felt really good after that. Downside is, I don't think I could look Mr. Hot Brother in the eye again without actually guffawing like a sick mental human being.
Just to have you know, Mr. Hot Brother is a very good friend. Too good to be true even. He'll be the nicest person you'd ever meet. Technically though, everyone of them is nice.
Haaay Korki, you completely made my night. I think this is going to go on till later. It'll last for weeks I guess. I blame you, Kor. Hahahaha.
It was between 3:00am to 10:00am that I got hooked up with the most awkward dream of the month or probably even of the year. It was awkward because of the people present and because of what happened. I ended up crying after. Up till this time, I remember it pretty dang well. It wasn't something scary though, it was like a severe burst of emotion that I can't seem to explain in a one-two-three motion. It will need about forever to actually narrate what happens.
I think it was because of what I found out last night. It wasn't unexpected, it was just that I refused to see what was happening. I was in denial and I thought that if I let a day pass, it would be alright. It would turn out different in the morning. But that was the most of it, it didn't get any better, from case to case, it got a bit severe and I think that I should just get over it. Don't get me wrong, I want to get over it. It's just that I can't. Not now, probably not the next day.
It doesn't take just thirty seconds of your time to get over the person you've liked for the past three miserable years of your life. It's quite honorific, right? But I guess, I've no choice but to let go of that thing, because after all, we have different people in our lives now. We're better of as good friends. I don't want to lose him because of that selfish perspective of actually wanting to be someone he cherishes for the rest of his life. Instead, I want to be there to comfort him whenever his love grows deficit and null. I want to be the one to pat his shoulders and head and tell him that it's going to be alright and that there are a lot more than a hundred fishes in the sea. I want to be the one to hug him and tell him that there are a lot more girls worth his time. Yes, I want to be the good friend.
We don't fit well either. We're not couple material and we both know that. He told me that before. It didn't hurt that much two years ago though. Why did he have to come back and ruin everything I've built? To just show up and break my barriers once again? It's not his fault though, its mine. I should have been stronger when I saw him again.
There's no use crying over spilled potion now. I guess it was fate to begin with. Now, I just need myself to keep the wheel spinning. It won't be hard, I just know it. I just have to look whats beyond and forget the whole terror of this unusual and unnecessary drama.
"But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the wash-stand and the moon soaked with wet light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing."
-Excerpt from "The Great Gatsby", written by F.Scott Fitzgerald (1896 - 1940), 1925
It's funny how people are breaking their necks as they turn in a new leaf: Asian Entertainment. In my honest opinion, I'd rather keep to myself my spasm of newly found beautiful men as I dislike sharing them with other women. I have to admit though, things such as K-POP or more commonly known as Korean Pop have brandished and swept away millions with their jive. It's not only the music that gets the mind blowing attention. The artists involved are being rammed into a tight corner by millions of rabid fan girls. It's a given. Most Korean artists are the cutest bunch of gremlins present in the industry. Plus, the fan service is amazing.
Korean Pop is but one of the many things that brought Asian Entertainment into the limelight. We also have the ever famous Japanese Pop. Ranging from Rock to Pop, it never fails to actually bring the right kind of aura to its listeners.
I'll just let you know that despite my big love for writing, I still have a very hard time keeping blogs like these alive. Probably because I'd be the laziest sloth you'll ever meet. I have a hard time gathering my thoughts and inner desires too, thus making writing an irrelevant hassle to me. Don't get me wrong though, I love writing. It's where I grew up, if you know what I mean. In writing, I get to express the things I can't when I'm talking. It's the only best friend I know that doesn't turn its back whenever I have new things to share.
I guess that the only point that I'll be making is that at the very least, I want to excel into something that I love doing. I want to express the things and make people appreciate what I'm doing. I want to spread happiness with the things I love to do. That's a tad exaggerating though.
Kidding aside.
If you're set for total world domination or you have experienced the horror of Ice Cream shortage, I gladly welcome you to my blog. I cannot guarantee you the sanity offered by others but if you like the random things being blabbed by a total ignoramus, then I'm pretty sure you'd find happiness in here. Or you'd probably lose the only tinge of sanity left in you. But that's not always a bad thing, right? In fact, this place will be covered with rainbows and unicorns, candies and cupcakes, or dragons and fairies.
My name is Al and I love to write about random things. I'll be like the most random person you'd ever meet. I like things that make me go ooh and aah. I believe happiness can be found under your bed if you believe so. I love a lot of things and probably hate a lot too, but I'd rather focus on the random happy things my soul desires.
I like zombies, sweets, ice cream and coffee. I used to dream that I was some sort of Ninja x Pirate x Spy off to save the world. Now I know it's the only fact given to my identity.
I love animals and scribbling. I like the smell of rain and the sound of thunder. I've always dreamed to travel the world. If there is anything more I love that equals my obsession of writing, its dressing up. Music calms my nerves. Before I actually write my whole biography in one take, I'm going to stop. I'm pretty much sure you've qualmish now. Then again, I'll be resuming my rants later on.
So, welcome aboard peasant and enjoy the quiet intake of my kingdom before you.
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