Just a rantble that came up when mom was in one of her "my baby's using the internet and I'm worried some deranged stalker-person might take her away" phases again. Not making much sense here I think.

So howdy there moms--note that this is a post that was made by a person who still lives with their parents so why the hell would you listen to me? Because, although you live with your kids and have been raising them since they were in their poopers, sometimes the one of the best people who can understand them is a person their age.

Going on, reading this, you probably know what it's about. Yeah, I'm gonna talk about why your kids hate you and how you might be able to fix it. Remember, this is advice--don't blame me for the outcome. I gave you a choice but it was up to you to decide.

Remember the good ol'days of old blogs like blogspot and friendster?

Yeah, we're not gonna talk about that.

Anyway, my mom showed me this vid earlier where the beginning was of President Obama talking about Facebook and how you should be safe about it. A few minutes there was a lady who said that giving a kid their privacy was a load of bull. Now that right there would render them to hate you. Note, parents, that some kids like sharing their thoughts, works, and work on the internet--and a lot of these kids are very competent, know that.

But what if you were the parent of a child who had so much talent and potential and just wanted to share this with the world? But not you?

"Oh please, I am more than enough for my child. Besides, they have their friends, they can share whatever it is with them." There's the thing, believe it or not, some kids don't feel like their parents and friends are enough. It's a sad thing really, but it's the truth. I myself feel the same at times and I don't think that's really wrong, I think it's perfectly natural.

Continuing on, there are also kids who just want to share their feelings with other people anonymously without parents knowing because, honestly, do you really want your mom and dad to know everything about you? Knowing exactly what you thought, exactly what you felt, and exactly how you would react? It sounds far fetched, I know, but like I said some kids feel that way and when they do, it's suffocating. It's almost like you have some odd ball stalker-dude of your own.

"So how can I monitor them and at the same time give them their privacy?" That there's a tricky question. Although, my advice is that you try what my mother and I did before we got a laptop.

Back then, we owned a PC, and I could do almost whatever the hell I wanted with it along with internet liberty. But there was this one downfall--the PC was encircled by three things, my mom's room, my room, and the staircase. Also, we lived in a house with more than just the two of us. So people regularly came and went to clean, to talk, to eat, etc. all while I was on the net.

I kind of hated it because I didn't get to do much with all the hubub. But it did allow my mom to not worry about what I did online, at the same time, I didn't have to worry about my mom breathing down my neck. Also, we had only one PC, and mom works from home, so meaning, I only had ample time to myself. I had my privacy of course--not as private as I'd hope, but private enough. Like using WiFi in Starbucks.

During the expanse of me and mom sharing a computer before having the laptop (which I keep in my room and use WiFi on)  it gave me time to think. Since I was time-pressured, I had thoughts that went, "Do I really need this?" "What will I gain?" "So what if I have one?" Up to this day I have never had a myspace, friendster, plurk, twitter, facebook, etc. I had a blogspot once back in 2003, but I never used it not even once. And I only recently made a multiply account for selling work--and even then I still don't use my real name or info.

As thoughts raced through my head, I became more reasonable with the sites and why I should and shouldn't visit them. I earned a more responsible persona, something some kids me age would probably learn as well.

So long story short: Parents, put the PC in big open space--not too open, of course--give the kids like about two to three and a half, maybe, hours to do their stuff, and at the same time you never need to hover.

Another example would be some of my friends. One of them only have a laptop since their PC broke many moons ago and now all share their Acer in the living room. Which is cool since you can watch TV and surf at the same time. And I have another friend who has both a PC and a laptop but use both in their parents rooms since it's only allowed to do so their. Meaning, their mom, dad, and siblings come and go to check up on them, but they still have the room to themselves.

A bit of advice--up to you to take it.

That could totally work as a song title.

 There was a fire down the road from my house!

This has been the second time the fire dep. came to the subdivision, the first time was a false alarm because someone thought the rice burning in the rice fields (called "siga") was a house on fire.

Going on, just so you know, my house is in between where the two main roads meet. The house on fire was in Jimena, which was to the left. It was just down the road and you could see it from a distance if you were on the second floor balcony. And here's what happened: As we look at the burning house I go,

"Has anyone called the fire dep.?"

"What's their number?"

The hell . . .

So I call them and they come just as the fire's over and go on to investigate.

BTW, the emergency hotline in the Phils. is 117--apparently not everyone is aware that an emergency hotline applies to not only the police but the hospital and fire dep. too. That or they really didn't know the frickin' number. 

After all of this I have this tiny bit of pride in my head saying, "Hey good job!" Even though it was, like I dunno, I total misfire?

 Why are these kids so famous? Because every mother thinks they're adorable.

Almost every sentimental/very maternal woman I know love these two. As to why, their usual answer is, "I want my baby/My baby is just like that!"

Even my own mom still says that--I don't even have a sibling. Nor am I seven years old anymore. But they are cute, I'll admit.

 I don't know how to type that W. Is it even a W? Whatever.

Before I continue, please be aware that this is a critique/reaction that I made to share my opinion. I hope no one takes it the wrong way and I also hope that I don't insult anyone. I apologize though if I did c:

We know that the Vocaloids have their own promotional illustrations, right? Here's just a little post I made about said illustrations and my opinion/comment/critique on them! Understand, I'm not going to focus on the program and voice--though I might mention it from time to time--I am mostly going to focus on the promotional illustrations. Please feel free to share your own opinion of course c: Let's begin!


( It's like a fashion magazine for Vocaloids! Maybe. )