COOKIE COOKIE

Haha, I was just remembering the times when I was so obssesed with Pokemon. I seriously could name a couple hundred of them (and probably still can). I now watch the show and think to myself, what the heck was that all about? The show is so lame and the game, well the game was a great idea. It was fun while it lasted.

I remember there was this crab-like pokemon that would waddle around saying "cookie cookie" or something like that. I can't believe I ever fell for that nonsensical drivel and ever thought it was cool. You should have seen how many cards I had collected. Now I've given them all away to the next generation of Poke-fans.

Sometimes, I wish I could return to those simpler days, when life was uncomplicated. Don't you remember those days? Yeah, those were the greatest times, when you could dress however you wanted and didn't have to worry about the latest fashions, when you could say the stupidest things and everyone found it funny, when the most important things to worry about were not missing that new episode of your favorite cartoon. Remember when you could spend the entire Saturday morning watching cartoons or going to a soccer game, or when you could play with your toys and create the most fantastic stories and not have to worry about looking foolish? Or when crushes on boys were so innocent? Or when happinness was an ice cream cone on a hot summer day or a hug from your best friend?

Those were the days. What a pity that we have to grow up.

Get it through your thick head...

Have you ever considered just what thoughts are and how they are created? I mean, if you really think about it, all you've got in your head is a large heavy lump of flesh, floating in some fluid. How is it possible that this lump of meat has the ability to create a complex thought or to create a beautiful poem. Where do these thoughts "fit" in your brain? How does a mass of meat simply create even a word? I was thinking about this the other day when I noticed how easy it was to say a sentence fluidly. How is it that the brain thinks of the next word to say and tranmits this message to your mouth in so much less than a second. It's mind-blowing to think of.

You know, there are a lot of people who say they're stupid. There are girls in my class that say they're stupid and don't know anything. Well, if you were really stupid, you wouldn't be able to think of anything, you wouldn't be able to do anything. Who defines stupid? Do you compare yourself to some other person? See, it's all just relative.

The brain is such an amazing and complex organ that I am simply breathtaken, even gobsmacked at what it can do and how it can do it. How can anyone say that there is no God when here you have living proof of his ability. How could such a complex organ simply spring up out of nowhere or evolve from something so simple. It's like finding a watch on a deserted island. You know that someone has to have been there, for a watch is too complicated to have just evolved from a plant or a rock. It must have been created by someone more intelligent.

That lump of flesh in your head is a beautiful thing.

The Governator

Arnold Schwarzeneger is overrated. But still a necessary asset. Who else has a mockable accent?

In computer class, we were watching a video on robots. There's this freaky awesome robot that can "see" a ball in your hand and catch it. Something to do with cameras and sensors. Imagine, if we created a robot in the 80s (yeah, the vid was that old) that can accurately catch a rubber ball that you throw at it, then today, with our super-advanced technology, we can create a robot that can "see" people and kill them. We could create an Assasin-Robot. With a built-in Ipod.

I told my friend Paola all this and she shook her heard, claiming that I watched too many Sci-Fi films. Well, Pao, when robots begin to dominate the world and destroy all the humans, making some slaves and constructing their own form of society in which robots are the supreme race, don't come complaining to me. And don't hire Arnie to protect you.

He's dead, Jim

I have no idea what this fascination is, but I can't help being in love with Star Trek. Mind you, I've only been able to watch the original series, but I am totally in love with it. I don't understand this obssession at times. It's hard to understand what's so appealing about it, but I adore it. Especially the characters.

I have a hard time choosing my favorite character. At times, Kirk stands out, with his overinflated ego and his overly-dramaticness. I am enamored with Spock and his logic and his witty sarcasm. And I can't help but love McCoy in all his pessimistic negativity.

What's the appeal of Star Trek and geeks? Why are geeks automatically associated with Star Trek and Star Wars and any sci-fi show that begins with Star. Is it the advanced technology, the complicated plots, the unfamiliarity of alien worlds? Or is it only the characters and the story that make it interesting. I mean, seriously, it would be such an intriguing study for a sociologist to research this hidden link. I myself cannot explain this naturally occuring phenomenon. But I can sum it all up in a word, a direct quote from Spock himself:

"Fascinating"

I'm so fat, I make sumo wrestlers look anorexic.

Want to know why anorexia is so common these days?

Look at the media and listen to how much garbage is being shoved down the throats of teens and people in general. The most idiotic superficial of shows are the most popular, shows like America's Next Top Model. The media and pop culture today is emphasizing the ideal of perfection, that everyone must be the ideal and if you're not, then you're an outcast.

Every single one of the girls in my class says they're fat and they need to lose weight. They're already so skinny, with a perfect figure. Why the heck do you want to lose weight? Oh, but they insist they're fat, they need to lose weight. My gosh, look in the mirror! I am perfectly happy with accepting my body weight. I weigh about 115 to 120 pounds. I'm tall so the fat doesn't show very much, but I haven't been doing much exercise so I've got some flub on me. But I'm ok with it. Sure, I'd like to turn that extra fat into muscle and have a perfect hourglass figure, but I'm not going to obssess over it like the majority of girls today. I love my body, even with the flub. I'm happy not being perfect and never reaching the ideal.

And that's just one of the many things wrong with society today. We're so obssesed with ourselves, with our image, with our bodies, with our own lives. We're so completely immersed in ourselves. We have become selfish egocentric maniacs. Stop obssessing over the extra fat. If you lost any more pounds, you'd be weighing the same as you did when you were born. Seriously.

"We can be heroes..."

"...just for one day." "Heroes" by David Bowie

Seriously, I don't believe any of this "democracy" junk the media's been feeding us. I don't really believe that we have invaded Iraq just to make the country democratic. I'm sorry, but I just don't believe that the country with one of the best economies is going to spend billions of dollars and hundreds of people's lives on making some country on the other side of the world democratic. Call me a pessimist but I doubt we are such good Samaritans these days.

Besides, even if we did intend to convert Iraq to democracy, wouldn't the big shots leading this country be intelligent enough to think of a much better way? How about dropping propaganda about the country, convincing the people to revolt against their opressive government? Or what about ceasing all trade with Iraq? Or making them dependent on our imports and bribing them in this way?

I don't claim to know anything about anything, especially about this war. But sometimes, it's just common sense. That's something more people should get a hold of.

A real Martha Stewart...

I just remembered a whole experience with bagels today...

Some months ago, I woke up on a Saturday morning before everyone else and being stupid, I didn't go back to sleep. So I skipped down the hall and to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I took along my favorite book. Well, I had my nose stuck in the book all the time while I pulled the bagels from the freezer (my mother keeps them there so they won't get spoiled...). I was totally distracted while I put one in the microwave to defrost them and instead of 3 minutes I put 30 minutes. So I sat down and waited to hear the horrendously noisy beeping that came when the microwaving was done. Well, some minutes passed by and I was completely immersed in my book. Too immersed. But I was interrupted in my reading when the stench of burning food met my nose. I looked up and saw smoke flooding out into the kitchen. I ran to the microwave and yanked it open, staring at the charred lump of unrecognizable appearance.

Moral of the Story: Don't read. It'll save your eyesight and your house.