Important ANNOUNCEMENT. Not really.
DramaTweets
I haven't gotten into posting something that could save the planet so I'll do it again with this post.
...But first, I have a few musings I'd like to run by you guys:
- In the world of comic books, I'd have to say that Optimus Prime has garnered enough of my respect. I am, therefore, naming my kids after the Autobots. Don't laugh, it'll be unique. My dad says my kids will end up suing me but I bet they'll be thankful for the conversation starter-worthy names.
- I think I may be too fair. Skin color-wise, that is. Thank you, whitening soap, whitening facial cleanser, other whitening products.
- Hugh Jackman has won a spot on my "Guys who are old enough to be my father but I'd still go out with them if they'd ask me" List for singing on the Oscars.
- I would like to win an Oscar someday. I'll work on that after I graduate. That and Rockstardom.
- I'm the coolest person in the world - at least according to a Four year-old kid who thinks the world of me.
Some people in the Philippine Government are trying to pass a Bill trying to revive the Bataan Nuclear Power Plant (BNPP). Anyone who has had finished at least the second grade in this country would know the basics on why the plant was closed, such as the fact that it was built near a fault line. (And anyone who has an age above of seven would know that fault lines and nuclear power plants just don't mix.) Besides, there are a lot of Renewable Energy Sources in the country - be creative. Or smart. Whatever.
Now, I'm not an expert on the technicalities but you guys can Google on the plant and find out why it was never allowed to operate on the first place.
After you guys have done that and are convinced of the cause, place these banners on your site. Be it your blog or any other social networking site:
D-r-a-m-a-Q-u-e-e-n
DramaQueen files this under dramarama, greenpeace, No to BNPP, oscars
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A Poem
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.





