"Wanted; Snake and Chocolate Massacres."

Only some minutes ago, a common, brown baby snake crawled into my room, and my brother had the yell-fest of his life, triggering as an alarm to even our farthest neighbors. Sheesh, it only took a smash of my Bones book to crush its head--yes I do have a book called Bones. My brother is still horrified, and is suffering from traumatic twitching. And to intesify his haughty disdain, I bottled up the snake into a tiny jar. I decided to name him Hazel, for his color was of the Hazel-brown hue.

I got to study him while he was still in the jar. He had such an amazing bone structure, his scales were kind of like those you see on fried sardines, and he had little black round eyes, almost pepper-corn like and shiny. After recording such random observations, I let Hazel dry out in the sun for a few minutes, and TEN MINUTES LATER HE WAS EATEN BY ANTS. And now he is buried underneath our second-floor trash can. So young, so easily killed by feeble-minded ants.

I was SO close to watching Watchmen yesterday! My friends, Ace and his brother Max, all went with me and my other friend Hann to Ace's Family Day fair at his school, and after that we went out for Shakey's and talked about deciding to terrorize the Koreans and never affect the Middle East and annihilate the Nazis and ship Max to Antartica as a base of operations where he could strap missles on the penguins enabling them to attack unsuspecting evil-madman Eskimoes (we talk about a billion random things, nevermind us).

And then we were walking around SM Marikina, looking at old Naruto action figures, miniature Rubik's cubes, varied geometrically shaped slinkys, and cockroach gum gags, we took an escalator to the movie house, where we encountered Punisher teaser posters, Star Trek teaser posters, and Terminator: Salvation teaser posters, there, a gigantic poster like suspended animation sprung from the ceiling. Watchmen.

It was fourty-minutes before the movie, and we were just goofing off, getting gum from the gumball machines, playing various arcade games (at least Max did), and staring at the Watchmen poster regardless of the numerous people sneering at our underrated appreciation.

Though, right before we entered, the ticket man noticed Max and asked how old he was. Hedda (Ace and Max's mom) said he would turn 13 on April 2, which was permittable for the ticket man and the clerk who was selling the tickets until they mentioned of the movie's "inappropriate scenes" factor, which Hedda disapproved and so we had to transfer to Race to Witch Mountain.

Race to Witch Mountain was fine, but there was not a moment where I was never thinking of Watchmen. I still miss it, and wish to watch it soon, and even though the other movie was interesting and entertaining, I'll still miss Watchmen. And can never get over it.

I did an experiment before church. I left a Roasted Almond Cadbury chocolate bar innocently exposed underneath the sun, lavishing in its moist, sweet, brown and elegant beauty, almonds popping underneath the chocolate meat, searing the delicate cocoa-flavored chocolate and embossed Cadbury stamps on each row.

Three hours later, it got massacred by ants as well.