Every one of us, consciously or unconsciously, affects the
objects and people around us, including ourselves, on a continual basis. Think
about the expression 'laughter is contagious.' Well, sure it is! How do you feel when you
are around happy, laughing people? Usually, you cant help but feel good
yourself right?. All emotions are energy and energy passes from one body to another;
from one object to another; matter to matter. Laughter is contagious!
You clear your house of negative energies and replace them
with positive ones. Laugh once in a while. Promise. It'll help. :)
For my younger bro.. all the love!
I think we all can agree: Donuts—or doughnuts, if you're a briton—are the food of the gods. A handheld confection, sometimes cake, sometimes raised, sometimes frosted, sometimes glazed, sometimes stuffed with goo, sometimes filled with only a lonely hole, donuts are the total package.
A friend recently told me she'd eaten a donut and a half. How... what? I don’t understand this half-a-donut concept. Apparently, some psycho at her class cut a donut in half, ate one half, and left the other half behind. I just dont get it. The only appropriate reason to cut a donut in half is to facilitate dunking, if you’re into that (which I’m not: soggy donuts are not my thing). Is there anything sadder than half a donut?
Yes, There is.
Let me tell you how.
I went over Piccadly Circus which was around 20 tops from home just to buy from Dunkin' Donuts, which is by the way the ONLY Dunkin' Donuts store in London! (fuck-in madness! how could they do that?), I went home later than 7 pm, hoping that no one would ask for one (greedy ass! lol). As I walked past the living room, two of my cousins had their eyes lit up hopefully. Sorry, fellas. Twelve donuts, four people: you do the math. I had gotten my sister two Boston Kremes, three Maple Frosties, and a Glazed Cinnamon Roll. Unfair! she gets to have the yummy ones! too bad I can't argue (READ: 5th degree black belt in Judo) But the rest, theoretically, were for me to feast upon throughout the day. For breakfast, the maple-frosted and maybe a cruller. Jelly-filled makes an excellent afternoon snack. My favorite—the Vanilla Kreme-filled—is technically a dessert donut, so I was saving it for later.
Little did I realize that Ate Isa would try a donut other than her beloved Boston Kreme. I came into the kitchen just as she was biting into my dessert donut.
“There’s no filling,” She grumbled, taking a bite out of the other side, as I watched in stunned horror, the back of my head screaming, "NOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOoo!!"
“Yuuuuuuuck! It’s cake frosting!” She slammed the donut BACK IN THE BOX, where it sat, looking defiled. I eyed it with a mixture of pity and love, but even I was not desperate enough to eat this poor, mangled former donut. No, it went into the trash.
Poor me. Now what am I going to have for dessert?
If you want to eat a whole donut:
- Go for the raised donuts. They're less fattening. - Go for the unfrosted donuts. They're less fattening. - Oh, for god’s sake. These are donuts were talking about. They're supposed to be fattening.
ENJOY!
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Monday, June 2, 2008
will kill for donuts
I think we all can agree: Donuts—or doughnuts, if you're a briton—are the food of the gods. A handheld confection, sometimes cake, sometimes raised, sometimes frosted, sometimes glazed, sometimes stuffed with goo, sometimes filled with only a lonely hole, donuts are the total package.
A friend recently told me she'd eaten a donut and a half. How... what? I don’t understand this half-a-donut concept. Apparently, some psycho at her class cut a donut in half, ate one half, and left the other half behind. I just dont get it. The only appropriate reason to cut a donut in half is to facilitate dunking, if you’re into that (which I’m not: soggy donuts are not my thing). Is there anything sadder than half a donut?
Yes, There is.
Let me tell you how.
I went over Piccadly Circus which was around 20 tops from home just to buy from Dunkin' Donuts, which is by the way the ONLY Dunkin' Donuts store in London! (fuck-in madness! how could they do that?), I went home later than 7 pm, hoping that no one would ask for one (greedy ass! lol). As I walked past the living room, two of my cousins had their eyes lit up hopefully. Sorry, fellas. Twelve donuts, four people: you do the math. I had gotten my sister two Boston Kremes, three Maple Frosties, and a Glazed Cinnamon Roll. Unfair! she gets to have the yummy ones! too bad I can't argue (READ: 5th degree black belt in Judo) But the rest, theoretically, were for me to feast upon throughout the day. For breakfast, the maple-frosted and maybe a cruller. Jelly-filled makes an excellent afternoon snack. My favorite—the Vanilla Kreme-filled—is technically a dessert donut, so I was saving it for later.
Little did I realize that Ate Isa would try a donut other than her beloved Boston Kreme. I came into the kitchen just as she was biting into my dessert donut.
“There’s no filling,” She grumbled, taking a bite out of the other side, as I watched in stunned horror, the back of my head screaming, "NOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOoo!!"
“Yuuuuuuuck! It’s cake frosting!” She slammed the donut BACK IN THE BOX, where it sat, looking defiled. I eyed it with a mixture of pity and love, but even I was not desperate enough to eat this poor, mangled former donut. No, it went into the trash.
Poor me. Now what am I going to have for dessert?
If you want to eat a whole donut:
- Go for the raised donuts. They're less fattening. - Go for the unfrosted donuts. They're less fattening. - Oh, for god’s sake. These are donuts were talking about. They're supposed to be fattening.
ENJOY!
c
"Not by wrath does one kill, but by laughter"
-Friedrich Nietzche
it has been crazy five years full of cracky, non-sense and whimsical humor blogging.
what started out as a "for-profit" racket of a graduating elementary student (which he really
didn't need) turned out to be one of his hidden passions -- writing. truly, writing is the world's
most favorite metaphor, and sharing it, broadens the adventure to begin with. rudyard kipling once
qouted, "words are the most powerful drug used by mankind" if that was so, i am due for rehabiliatation
just to get over with the addiction. the pen is the tongue of the mind so let your mind speak, and write it
down; for words are so many things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces
that which makes thousands, perhaps millions.
theverybestofjessiemaria[dot]com, jesma's current and 4th blog, and possibly his last will be a hopefully
collection of his best hits since he started blogging in 2003. a frustrated novelist, he is currently studying
in Portsmouth, UK, struggling through his first year at University as a Eng'g Physics Nursing major. He
hopes to find some success in writing so as to soften the blow when telling his parents how much he is flunking
the course they would be funding for the next five years.
As a seasoned interweb dork, Jesma's diet consists mostly of a steady supply of energy drinks and
Cool Ranch Doritos. Because of this, Jesma must supplement his diet with a steady source of positive
feedback in order to survive. You can contribute to Jesma's continued existence by either leaving a
comment or by sending him an email at rossiyskaya_federatsiya@yahoo.com
an essay to the ateneo de manila's admissions personal essay requirement. the question was:
Are there any siginificant accomplishments you have realized, that helped defined you as a person?
-- I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train
stations on my free time, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic
slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently.
Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo women with my sensuous and godlike trombone
playing. I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook 30-minute brownies in
20 minutes.
I am an expert in snakes n' ladders, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass
of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon basin from a horde of ferocious
army ants. I play bluegrass cello. I was scouted by the Mets. I am the subject of numerous documentaries.
When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays,
after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.
I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend
passes. Last summer I toured around the whole world traveling with centrifugal force demonstration. My
deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles.
I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise lost, Moby Dick,
and The Odeyssey in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the
exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA.
I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated
with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me.
I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate
in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life, but forgot to write it down. I have made
extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven.
I breed prize-winning dandelions. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka,
and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played with Cirque du Soleil, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken
with Elvis.
