tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68868581276486751402024-03-13T21:35:02.212-07:008 chocolatesTo gali bu pocato li kali manu mali kanu chica ba ba baba nanachocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-33538541481774654402013-09-05T05:59:00.002-07:002013-09-05T05:59:33.996-07:00My plan for life.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Okay, so basically, I'm just blogging right now 'cause I have absolutely nothing to do while my friend (Marsh Mallo) is watching me and complaining about me introducing her as "Mini Marsh Mallo". Well, guess what? I'LL NEVER WRITE THAT HERE! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!! Oh, wait.</div>
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And we just finished making a video which I'll probably never post on any social networking site and I'll just probably forget about it until I graduate (even if I do), grow curves (which will happen in like, 10 years) get a job, finally have a life, and die. But not before I get a German Shepherd or a Dalmatian.</div>
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So now, I'm just going to hang out with "Marsh Mallo" (Whom I'll never call "Mini Marsh Mallo" and put on this blog) and then go back to my lazy ways until I finally have the energy to get up and do something productive. Or just until my mom bugs me to get up and take a shower 'cause I stink from being AWESOME!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHA no. I'm just lazy.</div>
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chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-82436879794151896372013-07-29T04:48:00.003-07:002013-09-05T05:49:21.761-07:00Napou<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So basically, last week I and my mom were already walking to our building carrying groceries with the car already parked and ready to retire for the day when we came across an Arabian Mau stray cat. I think he was still around maybe 4-5 months old or something and he looked so adorable! When we were in front of him, he meowed and in my mind I was like, "Ermagherd!! He chose me to meow at ME! I am so honored! This is like love at first sight! I feel so loved! A cat knows of my existence!".</div>
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But I didn't say anything THAT crazy for real. But I think my mom sensed something since she allowed me to pick him up (yes, he's a boy and no, I did not look at his genitals 'cause I'm not a pervert or anything like that) and take him to our apartment for the night.</div>
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It was a good thing that I already take care of two fat and lazy cats so I know how to carry him and not be afraid AND avoid his sharp claws. Yaknow, the whole stray cat and not always taken care of thing means that nobody has ever cut his claws.</div>
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When we arrived at our flat, I first took him to the litter box in case he needed to go. Winello and Perdita (my cats) followed us and noticed that there was a new cat and once I let him go on the litter box, they went ahead and sniffed him. Good thing he didn't need to 'go' or else that would be awkward. While I and my mom were watching our cats sniff the 'guest' we agreed on naming him 'Napou' for the night. The name came from the Filipino word "napulot" which means 'picked up'.</div>
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Poor Napou was so afraid that he played dead right then and there on the litter box. Perdita was doing nothing but smelling him but Winello made an attempt to attack him. Which I stopped while filming Napou on my phone.</div>
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I eventually removed Napou from the litter box and gave him cat food (Royal Canine) on the floor. I guess 7 bits weren't enough for him since he went on and ate more from Perdita's food bowl. Poor Perdita was depressed. She was just watching Napou eat from her bowl and then hid in my bedroom window to sulk.</div>
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After Napou was done, he went to the living room and had a staring contest with Winello. My mom was watching and waiting for them to have a fight. They didn't fight but when Napou came closer to Winello, the bigger cat (Winello) backed down. To say my mom was disappointed is an understatement. I don't blame her. It <i>is</i> disappointing to see an eleven pound cat get scared of a 2 pound kitten.</div>
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Later that night, my mom decided that Napou should stay outside our flat unless I can somehow fix our cat's cage and lock him there. When I put him outside he didn't want to let go and it took every molecule in my body to stop me from taking him back into our house and into my room to keep him. But my mom told me to let him go and leave him 5 bits of cat food to say "We will miss you, Napou".</div>
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My mom let the door slightly opened enough for her to see Napou but not enough for Napou to see her. She waited until someone else from our floor took Napou into their home and hopefully feed him to death 'cause no cat deserves to be hungry.</div>
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And that, people who actually read this is the story of how my night with Napou went and gone.</div>
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chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-41159580141413089622013-07-03T04:30:00.001-07:002013-07-03T04:31:32.279-07:00Doodling, Oversleeping and the Start of the Zombie ApocalypseLately, I've become addicted to How to Train Your Dragon, Dragons: Riders of Berk, and minions. I'm at the level of addiction where I've already repeated the whole series of Dragons more than five times and where I also keep doodling the characters nonstop. At first, it was on paper. But since I'm too lazy (yet again) I just downloaded an app in my ipad and doodled nonsense there. <div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-R5dibaEJe3w/UdQLNzt_OTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0TTlcuKdY5o/s640/blogger-image-318016985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-R5dibaEJe3w/UdQLNzt_OTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0TTlcuKdY5o/s640/blogger-image-318016985.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Of course, since I'm not that great of an artist and I have no stylus (which makes it a lot harder to draw with just my fingers) so I use a little bit of effects to enhance the stuff.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The thing I love about summer the most is that I get to sleep. A LOT. It's like, I go to bed at one am and I move to the sofa at eight am and then I wake up again at ten to take a bath, eat breakfast, bleh, blerh, blah and then I go back to sleep at one and I wake up a five and do stuff that actually make me progress in life. But today's an exception since my mom wanted me to blog again so that my writing skills, bladidabladi. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The truth is, unlike other writers or bloggers, I don't spend much time at writing because I don't try to use words that I don't even know the meaning of. I just simply write what's on my mind. So it's like, I see someone taking about 2 hours in making a post and I take about 15-20 minutes and I'm like...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ly7Z4KyM7EI/UdQLPIQXlbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6PIgLndGDEM/s640/blogger-image--1861574593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ly7Z4KyM7EI/UdQLPIQXlbI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/6PIgLndGDEM/s640/blogger-image--1861574593.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So to all those bloggers and writers out there who use the whole afternoon to write a post, just remember one thing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Don't search fancy words to use at your posts if you don't even know the meaning of it. Your brain will just explode or worse. You might get a brain disease or parasite and you'll start a zombie apocalypse.</b></div><br></div></div>chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-32843068114780165542013-04-02T08:36:00.001-07:002013-04-02T08:36:49.209-07:00Yeah...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-59385007418693427192013-04-02T07:48:00.000-07:002013-04-02T07:49:21.363-07:00Merp<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So basically, my mom wanted me to blog everyday during spring break so that my writing skills will increase and my English as well so that when we travel I won't have any problems <i>(blah, blah)</i> with <i>(blah, blah)</i> communicating <i>(blah, blah</i>) with people who probably don't speak English as well. <i>(Except for those who actually do</i>)</div>
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Actually, I will type it down. Well, at least two or three paragraphs of how the first months of my 2013 went. So here it goes.</div>
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Nahh, in truth, I can't remember what I did last weekend so don't expect me to remember what happened in the last... wait, I'm counting... April... March... February... January... 3 months (<i>since April just started yesterday)</i> or even a small part of it. Except for my birthday though since no body forgets what happens on their birthday. Which leads me to remember those scenes in movies where the character just happens to "forget" that it's his or her birthday. I mean, how do you forget that it's your birthday?! Even mental people don't. Or maybe they do. I don't know. What was I talking about? Oh, yeah, my birthday. Now what did I do on my birthday again?</div>
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chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-57541630320444091422012-11-14T10:59:00.000-08:002012-11-14T10:59:19.712-08:00Tiger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The weekend passed by shortly and it was Sunday again. Which means I'll be seeing my classmates eat anything and everything they want and get obese. My braces don't hurt that much anymore. So the pain was like only 20%. I thought that it was going to be a normal eating day again. The keyword there is <i>thought</i>. Choco, was I wrong. Our teacher rearranged our seats and I got seated to my eating rival, <i>KED.</i> KED is really composed of his initials so that no one will know about our eating contests.</div>
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Everyone has their own day of the week in which they're not themselves. Or they're being themselves too much. Thursday, last week, I embarrassed myself in front of many people. I forgot how, but I just know that I just did. I also remember mentally telling myself to make sure if I was going to embarrass myself again this week, so that I can confirm that Thursday is my unlucky day. I know that things such as those don't exist so I'll just say in other words that Thursday is the day that the only thing I do right is doing my hobby. Which is eating.</div>
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Earlier at school today during our recess, just outside our canteen, I saw my best friend who got transferred to another class walking towards her classroom. Being the stupid, crazy girl I am, I tried to run to her and yelled <i>"Zayn!".(Since she's a Directioner and her favorite among the boys is Zayn) </i>As a result, so many guys on the same grade as I am, looked at me like I was a maniac as they walked away. I hope there weren't any teachers that time or else, that would be really, really, really, really awkward. <i>(If it can get more awkward as it is now) </i>Even if I do crazy things like that all the time, it just seems like that when it's Thursday, many people are there to witness it.</div>
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chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-10897614399204093432011-12-24T10:29:00.000-08:002011-12-24T11:32:11.983-08:00Perdita<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz2n69PpfiI/TvYbPPZjEzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/81clMrML1Uc/s1600/photo%2B%252837%2529.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz2n69PpfiI/TvYbPPZjEzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/81clMrML1Uc/s400/photo%2B%252837%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689765127874876210" /></a></div><span style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center;">This is my new furry pal and Winello's little sister and playmate, Perdita. Born in September 12, we adopted her just last month and she's already sleeping on our laps. She was so tiny back then, and still tiny now. But, even she is a very young and small female feline, she managed to take a 9 month male cat's position as the alpha cat of the house. With those adorable round eyes, she always gets away from being busted by sleeping on my own favorite blanket. And nobody would have spoiled meat with this carnivore because she always gets to eat leftover meat and fish. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There was a time that Perdita ran out of her kibble, then we fed her a whole can of sardines. And she did not let Winello finish it alone. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are more snapshots of our new family member . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>before</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZKbpO4sm-U/TvYmUwaXULI/AAAAAAAAAJM/j0MTtOaZQVA/s400/photo%2B%252815%2529.JPG" /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">(<i> A photo from one of Perdita's first nights with us)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>After</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywRxhkJNJMw/TvYnWMbPFkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/rvcx-qiWUHM/s400/photo%2B%252845%2529.JPG" /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(Our sleeping cutie purring so loud)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeVM_a8tvkA/TvYn_1sAD6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XT-rebuBr9M/s400/photo%2B%252846%2529.JPG" /> </div></span>chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-52071529479182427462011-08-07T11:54:00.000-07:002011-08-09T15:12:04.569-07:00Lazy Happy Fat Cat<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--KSZq3-u3j4/Tj7sNB_TlgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Hv9mAEtM0b0/s200/IMG_3728.JPG" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div>Winello is 4 months now and he's really fat and</div><div> lazy. I always thought of making him as fat as <a href="http://images.wikia.com/garfield/images/7/74/Garfield_pro.jpg">Garfield</a>, but I never thought that he would do it on his own. Maybe he must have read my mind. </div></div></div><div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O--8ddXFEuQ/TkGsv9-j4VI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4ub6DKTDOUg/s200/IMG_3702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638978148535361874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">Winello has been eating a lot lately and when it's time for him to be hyper, he really doesn't waste time of following his schedule. Speaking of schedule, Winello had an appointment with his vet 3 days ago. She said that Winello was really calm and patient. I'm really confused about that cat because when he's in the house, ( when there's a visitor or not ) he's himself when it's lazy time, or hyper time. But when he's out of the house, he just becomes so behave. Last time we went out, I thought his nose was broken from trying to memorize the smell of the vehicle and the smell of the Pet Vet Clinic.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZlPaf0Yqvo/Tj7sM9LYkXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QZMkvCS8gew/s200/IMG_3709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638203490839335282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>( Winello, like a statue during the face-off with a dog)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">After the check-up and the pet advises, Winello had an anti- rabies and flu shot and he also got his microchip inside him. When Winello and I were waiting in the lobby, there were more pets that came. I tried to get Winello close to a cat in a </div><div style="text-align: center;">cage, but, I kinda thought that a big kitty doesn't like fat, 4-month old kittens so much. I also noticed that Winello was the only pet on the loose (no lead, or cage, just a bag) in the clinic. Then, we saw this cute dog near the reception table thingies and I tried to get Winello and the dog close. I saw on TV, that some cats are afraid of dogs, but I just never saw a dog get afraid of a cat. </div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8a9yaB0rRog/Tj7sNhYxTgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cZm2Xit4uoA/s1600/IMG_3785.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8a9yaB0rRog/Tj7sNhYxTgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cZm2Xit4uoA/s200/IMG_3785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638203500559158786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">When we got home, Winello just went hyper for a little while and then, he went to sleep. </div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19f6LJYL3Vg/Tj7sNUV2L-I/AAAAAAAAAII/FASVpPTNCR4/s1600/IMG_3736.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19f6LJYL3Vg/Tj7sNUV2L-I/AAAAAAAAAII/FASVpPTNCR4/s200/IMG_3736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638203497057234914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>( Winello while grooming)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div>chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-32613095230516883082011-07-02T08:54:00.001-07:002011-07-02T09:45:41.825-07:00Strange Little Dude<div style="text-align: center;">Nowadays, Winello is getting bigger and so is his naughtiness level. He's really into biting, scratching, jumping, and eating now. At first, his bite doesn't hurt that much, that's why I let him bite me sometimes when he's biting an itchy part of my skin. But, now, he bites like a baby tiger! Even mama screams when she gets bit and makes Winello scared enough to hide from her sometimes. Winello also accidentally scratches us sometimes but always plans on making our curtain his scratching cloth. But, he's not bad, it's just part of his childhood, that's what mama said.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JemAEMYKD7c/Tg9EFYivqBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7ebqKJpFHzQ/s320/photo%2B%25283%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624789318887254034" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But the real weird thing is, everyone knows that cats don't like taking baths, but this kitten, loves water, whether when he drinks it, or when water splashes on him. He likes it when the faucet's on at the bathtub, or at the sink, he's not picky. And the funny thing is, in the evening, when you look at him beside you, he's staring at you. And when you look at him again after 5 minutes or 5 seconds, he's sleeping beside you.</div>chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-22313924714625989642011-05-15T10:36:00.000-07:002011-07-06T04:28:52.052-07:00Away From School, New Responsibility<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">It's summer vacation again!!! Last summer vacation, I didn't even post a single thing because I forgot I even had a blog. But I think I still won't get to blog much again this year due to having a new.... shall we say.. "BIG RESPONSIBILITY".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zW8BbvEpBlI/TdATtDOX14I/AAAAAAAAAFU/cVlEyOAJZ7M/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607003200756897666" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">At the last day of our school, in the evening, my mom bought a kitten. We named it Winello( the kitten's a boy). The name's a combination of the words winner and hello. For me, it's like saying " Hello Mr.Winner!!". At his first night, I did get a little impatient because he was roaming around the flat(apartment). And I thought that maybe it was doing the 3 ms- memorizing, measuring and not meowing. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-17865929070027023322011-03-29T08:37:00.000-07:002011-03-29T09:00:14.077-07:00Limited Freedom<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Today, I feel like it's summer vacation again. I was very happy that we have no school today because our whole school is brownout for the day. It's because of something about Japan because there's no electricity there but, tomorrow we have school again. It was too bad that we still have to go to school at the rest of the days.( Not including the weekends of course)</span></div>chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6886858127648675140.post-21542452508333724302011-03-24T08:59:00.000-07:002011-03-24T09:40:58.899-07:00Scary Tuna Filling<blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px" id="il_fi" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2469/3861325464_6839bffbd6.jpg" width="500" height="375" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Earlier</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">when</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">was</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">at</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">school</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">we</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">had</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">project</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">in</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">HELE</span> ( <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Home</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Economics</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Livelihood</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Education</span>) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">of</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">sandwich</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">making</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">We</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">were</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">divided</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">into</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">four</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">groups</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">and</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">was</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">assigned</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">to</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">bring</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">onions</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">for</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">the</span> 3<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">rd</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">group</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">When</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">we</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">were</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">mixing</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">filling</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">it</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">looked</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">liked</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">it</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">was</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">poison</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">Then</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">when</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">we</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">mixed</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50">it</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51">more</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52">it</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53">looked</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54">like</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55">baby</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56">food</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57">Badly</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58">our</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59">classmate</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60">who</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61">is</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63">food</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64">taster</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65">of</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66">our</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67">group</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68">needed</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69">so</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70">much</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71">convincing</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72">so</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73">that</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74">he</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75">will</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76">taste</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78">food</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79">At</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80">first</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81">he</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82">thought</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83">it</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84">was</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85">baby</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86">food</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87">with</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88">poison</span> ( <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89">even</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90">if</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91">he</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92">saw</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94">ingredients</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95">and</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96">didn</span>'t <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97">help</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_98">at</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_99">mixing</span>) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_100">but</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_101">luckily</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_102">he</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_103">finally</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_104">tasted</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_105">it</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_106">After</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_107">he</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_108">tasted</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_109">it</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_110">we</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_111">were</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_112">expecting</span> a "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_113">GROSS</span>!" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_114">scream</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_115">or</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_116">an</span> " <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_117">ALMOST</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_118">VOMIT</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_119">FACE</span>". <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_120">But</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_121">he</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_122">liked</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_123">it</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_124">even</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_125">if</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_126">the</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_127">filling</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_128">looks</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_129">really</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_130">scary</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_131">After</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_132">all</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_133">of</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_134">us</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_135">tasted</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_136">it</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_137">we</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_138">gave</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_139">some</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_140">to</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_141">our</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_142">teachers</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_143">And</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_144">it</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_145">was</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_146">good</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_147">thing</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_148">they</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_149">liked</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_150">it</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_151">and</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_152">didn</span>'t <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_153">get</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_154">scared</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_155">to</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_156">eat</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_157">it</span>. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>chocomonsterrrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01544278968908392547noreply@blogger.com0