I tend to forget little things that happened in the past. I tend to think that they're not important anymore. They're tiny things after all. But who knew these small things can turn out so memorable?

I have a very messy room. It's so messy that even I can't leave things in there for fear I might not be able to find them next time. My mom never asked me to clean it up. She's not the type that tells you what to do. She lets me learn from my mistakes. My mom did ask me to clean my room once. I was because my grandma's coming over. Grandma.. well, she's a neat freak. I'm too lazy to clean it since it's a Saturday, my only rest day. But I did anyway.

I started sweeping then got a rug to get the dust off some of my figurines. It's amazing how much dust can accumulate in a span of 6 months. It's surprising they're not broken, well at least most of them. After that, I went to my closet and sorted my clothes. A lot of them are old t-shirts from my elementary school. The only things left to clean is my bed, table, and my bookshelf. So I started to fix my pillows. I gave mom my blankets to wash.

I looked at my table and bookshelf. Ugh. It's so full of crumpled papers, notebooks, books and some pens with dried ink. I sorted them out. One pile is for the usable and the other one is for those I'm ready to throw away. I opened some notebooks to see if I'm still gonna need them. In the middle of all those math equations and test answers, I found some interesting phrases like "Orly? I thought she has big bewbs", "Yeah, he's so cute!" and "Why should I care?!" <<--translated. Some are even folded inside my books.

I found some more notebooks and test papers with my hand writings and also some of my classmates'. I continued reading and found out how mean and jealous I've been to some of my classmates. It's all so funny how my friends and I talk through notes while we pretend we're listening to the teacher. The most interesting notes I've found is how my best and I fought over a guy (yes, we fought by notes) and the one where my best and I laughed at one of our classmate's *wink wink*.

Mostly, I kept the notes. They remind me of my elementary school friends, enemies and crushes. Reminds me of how I've changed since then. I decided to put them all in a box and hide them under my bed. In that way, I'll be able to show them to my future kids. :DD

Compost. Yep, you read it right. C-O-M-P-O-S-T. My brain’s turned into compost. My gawd! And it’s because of-gasp-television.

Okay, okay. I’ll stop overreacting but seriously, television fried my brain. You ask, “How?” Well my answer would be.. manure’s way better than those lousy programs.

The deal is there are no more decent programs to watch. On the “Family” channel, there’s too much drama. I tried watching “I love Betty La Fea” to get some kicks out of it but when the show ended all I got was a large bump on my forehead that came from banging it on the wall. The story’s really crazy. I liked the “Not-Pinoy” versions better. I grab my remote and switch to the “Heart” family. Yes, I have a remote. Sweet, sweet technology. I can’t survive without it. Anyways, back to the topic. Are they kidding me? Oh-eem-gee! Fantasy junk. What the fudge? They should just go back to drama. Marimar was way better than Zorro and Dyesebel put together. Their graphics stink.

What about cartoons? Silly me. I’m 13 now. I’m way too old for them unless there’s blasting and fighting involved. But sadly, Nick and DC are having signal problems and I’m stuck with Dora the explorer on channel 19. Sniff, sniff. Poor me. Poor kids. Dora is corrupting the minds of our future politicians. She got my bro’s mind corrupted. He keeps saying “Where are we going? Bathroom!” everytime he wants to do Poo-Poo.

Let’s go back again. How ’bout watching Animax instead? Bad idea. They’re showing La Corda d’Oro. I already finished all the episodes online. And she didn’t end up with any of the hawt guys.

Life Style Channel? And what, find myself drooling after 10 minutes?

Home Shopping Network? Nope. I’m short on cash right now. Well, not really. But what do I need a food processor for. I don’t cook. My mom’s not good at cooking with tech either.

MM1 and MM2? The movies aren’t innocent right now. Maybe later.

MTV? Nah. Amy Winehouse’s concert is on. And she’s freakin’ weird. Even weirder than Miley Cyrus.

Pause. Stop. Don’t rewind.

It’s official. My brain’s going to rot. Anyone, help!

No, I'm not talking about the witches in the oh-so-popular magazine W.I.T.C.H. I'm talking about those witches in fairy tales. You know, the one they call a hag, the one with the scary face, the one who wants the protagonist dead.. Got the picture? Or do I need to post an example?

Yes, that's what they look like in fairy tales. Arrgh, I'm getting tired of how people would criticize witches. How they would describe them as wicked, evil, doesn't have any conscience.. Wow, they should look at theirselves first. Don't these words describe some friends or even relatives you know?

People tend to look at the outside rather than the inside. They don't bother to look at the witch's other "good" traits. They're really not that bad. Yes, they can do magic but that doesn't mean they're THAT inhumane. Their desire for power and glory makes them a lot more human than the protaganists of the fairy tales. Seriously, someone as white as snow? It's either that person lost a lot of blood, in other words dead, or painted his/herself. Heck, Michael Jackson wasn't as white as snow. Yes, he's as white as a bond paper but compare his whiteness to this snow:

So, which one's whiter? MJ or the Snow? (DON'T MIND THE PEOPLE IN THE SNOW PICTURE)

Anyways, back to the topic of how people despise/hate witches just because they wanted the princess dead. Don't we wish some people to die? Don't we imagine ways on how we can kill that certain person? Haven't some people gone to the extent of attempting to kill someone he/she envies? Don't they deserve to be witches? Don't we deserve to be called hags? Don't we deserve a second chance?

Unlike us, witches in fairy tales don't have second chances. They end up dead. Aren't we lucky we don't live in a fairytale?