The Cornchild Diaries
The Cornchild Diaries

I am Olan, an 18 year old boy from the Philippines. I also call myself Nalo or Cheezy. I am currently pursuing my undergraduate studies in Singapore. People close to me say that I'm crazy and corny. But people who don't know me well may see me as someone silent and mysterious. That's because I only talk and share to people who reach a certain level of closeness to me. I like singing, listening to music, dancing crazily, eating Skittles and M&Ms, drinking Dutch Lady Chocolate Flavoured Milk and having chicken teriyaki for lunch and/or dinner. Basically, that's all I could say about me, cornchild.

2003-04-11 5:41 p.m.
Cats and stuff

Meow.. Meow.. I'm a cat. I'm not a person! I'm a cat. Meow.. Meow.. I'm a cat. I'm a cat. I'm a... AAAAAHH! I'm insane!

The thing above: that's not serious. So don't try calling the mental hospital. Well, you can call my parents and tell them I'm insane. There's only 0.00000001% probability that they would believe you, since they think I'm a good and responsible child (really?). But seriously, I want to be an animal, specifically a cat. And more specifically a cat that is cute and lovable, not a dirty-looking "puskal" (please refer to a Filipino dictionary of hybrid words) who eats plastics and defecates in public places. Well, calling all witches out there who can turn me into a cat, I NEED YOUR HELP! I want to be a cat! Please!

But if you ask me why I want to be a cat, don't expect me to give answers like "Because cats are really cute" or "Because cats are so soft to touch" or "Because cats are lovable creatures". Well, cats are cute and lovable indeed, but I don't need to be a cat to be cute and lovable coz...I'm already cute and lovable! *reader spanks writer's butt with a matching look of disgust*. Anyway, the reason I want to be a cat is that I can't already take the thought that I'm human! With the many problems I face, I feel like transforming myself into some kind of invulnerable creature... like a cat *reader thinks: ???*. Well, cats are vulnerable though (they easily die when they become wet), but they are not vulnerable to failing tests or mental stress or lack of sleep or hard assignments. They just walk around doing nothing but look curiously at passers-by and run from anyone who chases them. They don't need to take brain-draining exams or budget money or solve n math problems in one night (and mind you n approaches infinity). Cats are just carefree, thinking of their own lives, living just normally. Oh how I love them for that! So final call to all witches out there: please oh please, turn me into a cat. :)

Well, to my fellow wanna-be-cats out there *'diarist' looks at a girl named pink rosie*, I salute all of you! Let's keep our dreams of becoming cats and remember that dreams do come true. There is always hope my dear friends. So soar high cat wanna-be's... like a cat thrown up to the sky!!

Meowww...

Note:

'Diarist' is now taken to an asylum hidden in an island off the coast of Africa. Please take extra care when going near the area.

And please don't take that seriously (including the cat thing).

You probably know why he's talking things like that.

:@