Me, Myself, And… A Mental Block.

Go to wordpress.com.

Log in.

Click ‘New Post’.

Write a blog.

Publish.

Yup, that’s how I do it. (Actually, that’s how we’re all supposed to do it, right?) But a week ago, I broke the ‘rule’.

I logged on to my account, clicked the button, and stared.

Heck, I didn’t even have a title yet.

When I clicked the box where you’re supposed to type the body of your post, I just kept staring at the blinking line. It’s there–it’s gone–it’s there–no wait it’s gone, but still no words. I felt like I was writing a homework, I knew I had to, and in this case I wanted to, but I can’t seem to think of a topic!

Maybe because it’s summer vacation here in the Philippines which means I do not go to school and am stuck at home until May 6 and nothing blog-worthy has happened yet?

Anyway, I stopped digging up my brain for blog ideas and just closed the tab on my browser.

And yes, even if I am not in school yet, I have experienced the dreaded MENTAL BLOCK.

Hence, this post.

Annoying Orange Spoofs vs. Originals

Today I was on YouTube. Almost the whole day. Watching episodes of Annoying Orange. And then after one episode I found out that they did spoofs of some viral videos. Here are 2 video spoofs and their originals.

Orange:

Original:

Orange:

Original:

So what do you think/ Annoying orange spoofs or Originals?

Catching Waves

Today, we went to CWC, or the Camsur Watersports Complex located at Pili, Camarines Sur, Philippines.

It’s a place for those who want to swim (yup, there’s a pool), wakeboard (not on a sea, just a man-made lake) and watch wakeboarding competitions (whenever there’s one; it doesn’t happen everyday) and eat great food!

We stayed in one of the nipa huts and ordered food and after some time of waiting, I got my very yummy ‘nachos with salsa puttanesca’ and ripe mango shake.

The nipa huts are in front of the huge lake where the people can wakeboard, so I got some pictures:

Plus, I have a picture of the pool:

And the clubhouse, where you can eat if you’re not in the nipa huts:

I really, really wanna try wakeboarding, but didn’t get the chance. 😦

But I sure will next time!

Click here to visit the CWC website!

Oh, no…

I read this in http://omg-facts.com:

A study from the Pittsburgh School of Medicine compared the depression statistics of teenagers with the amount of time the spend consuming various forms of media. As it turns out, those teenagers who spent the majority of their time listening to music were 8.3 times as likely to be depressed than students who didn’t spend most of their time listening to music.

On the flip side, (and this certain to cause many of our teenage readers to roll their eyes) the adolescents who read books the most were only 1/10 as likely to be depressed. Of course, this limited study can’t make any claims one way or another as to how music and books are related to depression. Maybe excessive music-listening causes depression, or maybe music is just a good coping mechanism for teens who are already depressed. Maybe books lift people’s spirits, or maybe the fact that depressed people have difficulty concentrating on books is a more relevant consideration.

What if I read AND listen to music? Can I be considered depressed?

This sucks.

Read the original fact here! http://www.omg-facts.com/view/Facts/30660

Mickey Mouse like a boss!

I know this video is old but.. it’s so cool! Mickey Mouse was dancing LIKE A BOSS.

The kid picked the wrong day to f*ck with Mickey… =))

Big, Blinking Dolls

If there’s one thing that scares the hell out of me, it would be those big, blinking dolls almost every little girl has (or had).

It started when I was about 5 or 6 years old, when my mom bought me a doll who closes its eyes when it’s lying down and opens its eyes when it’s sitting up or standing. At first, I adored it. Little girls loved having dolls. I played with it nonstop, dressed it up, and even bought it to the dining table.

Until night came.

I was fixing my toys and putting it near my bed. As I was done, I saw that my big, blinking doll’s eyes were fixed at me. It was creepy, especially because she had long eyelashes and eyes made of something like glass. I literally jumped off my bed and ran. Yes, I ran.

My mom took the doll away (thank God!) and I slept peacefully that night, but the thought of that doll still freaks me out.

Plus, Toy Story made it worse.