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15 year old toddler.

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Molly...

When I met Molly today, She was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Even though she could not balance herself, I liked the way she fell down- extremely comical yet graceful. Her words were like a melodious tune wafting into my ears. Her face was filled with pitifulness and compassion. Her eyes sparkled and twinkled with encouragement and hope.

I'll never forget her aristocratic-like prance, so confident with every step, so adroit, so harmonious, so Molly. She is very suave and exceptionally convincing, extremely outgoing, and does not like to be left alone.

I absolutely with all my heart and soul adore Molly. She completes me. When I had a conversation with her, she would always listen as if I was the only person in the room.

Every single second that I spent with her, I would cherish it. Molly was like no other person I met before. She was ALWAYS siding me.

Sure she likes to down and dirty and play around. We all have our differences. But sadly, I have to face the fact that Molly is a dog. She is a hush puppy/sausage dog. And a cute one too. I just wish that she could respond instead of barking when I was telling her about how cute she was. I certainly do believe that

A dog is Man's best friend.

Molly's unconditional love will always brighten up my day. I will always love you, Molly.

Rant, Rant, Rant, and... Oooh, a cookie!!!

After a long, soothing, relaxing, peaceful, tranquil, and not to mention lukewarm shower, I was greeted by what I feared the most. The chilling winter gust of the air conditioner that kept on blasting through the holes of the bathroom door. I hated this; furthermore, my parents are paying a five star hotel to do this.

Why does a hotel, especially a reputable one, has to freeze their suites? I mean it was not prescribed by us customers? My recent holiday trip was to the tropics, so I do not see the need to make their rooms well below zero degrees. I mean when I slid on the bed wearing shorts, it was like cold water spraying on my feet. Instead of watching Nicholas Cage dodging bullets in

Gone in 60 seconds

, I was literally shivering to death. This is miles from what I expected from a five star hotel such as the one I stayed in.


Wait, I think you may be thinking this:

Hm.... I disagree, hotels make their rooms for hygienic purposes.

Well, to answer that question; I have a question: Aren't hotels are supposed to keep their rooms and their premises spit spot? So I really think that arctic atmosphered rooms are not a necessity.


15 year old toddler, signing off.

A Ridiculously Tough Question (DO NOT ATTEMPT TO SOLVE WITHOUT PROPER GUIDANCE!)

I always thought that being sick was the best time of my teenage life. But as it turns out, it was living hell. Life was miserable; I could not do anything... literally. I could not get out of bed without fear of falling off creeping out and pouncing me. It was terrible.

Death was lurking close by, I could almost feel its grasp; inching closer and closer with every breath I sucked in. 40.1 degrees Celsius. Mom and Dad are freaked out just by looking at the reading. They called the doctor and asked for his advice, tormented me with the freezing cold pack. It was murderous.

I was already wearing 3 layers of clothes, two layers of blankets and still, artic air from the air conditioner found a small crack and barged in to give me the gitters, if you know what I mean.

Do I want to get sick again? Yes, I do but not this bad. Sure you get homework and get the painful, nerve-racking, tennie wennie mosquito blood test injection. But look on the bright side, who wants to be at school sleeping during morning assembly when you can be snuggled in comfortably in your own bed? You can be playing computer; surfing, facebook-ing, blogging, whatever!

Peace,

15 year old toddler