One day, after checking my Friendster account and my e-mail, I had nothing else to do. I suddenly remembered my best friend begging me to go and check out this Bratz games thing if I had the free time. And this time, well, I suppose was free, indeed. So I dropped by Google and typed the words ?Bratz games? into the search panel and hit enter. After a few milliseconds, I found the website I was looking for: www.bratzgames.biz. I then hovered my mouse over the link and clicked it. I was amazed at the numerous Bratz games I found there. The one particular game that caught my eye was the Bratz love meter. I tried my name and the name of my all-time crush, Roland Anthony Masen. He's so much my dream guy?tall, intelligent, handsome: The epitome of beauty. *Sighs dreamily* We even have the same taste in music, the same favorite number, and the same birthday. And guess what, the result was: A Real-life Romeo and Juliet! O-M-G!!!



Okay, going back to reality, I clicked on another of these Bratz games: The Bratz Fish Tank. Knowing that I could not keep my pet fish alive for just a week, this game absolutely proved my skills wrong. I was proud to say that I was able to take care and maintain my pet's health even it was just online-wise.

Playing these Bratz games definitely got me addicted, to the point that I wasn't complying with the curfew time my parents had given me: 10:30pm. I would normally hit the sack at around midnight. My latest would be at around 2 in the morning. I would even postpone my eating, studying, and bathing rituals?playing first, then do these three later. Well, with my current attitude gaining popularity in the household, various feedbacks had risen. My Dad, I guess you figured this one, sent himself soaring to the rooftop. I told him together with my Mom politely that I wasn't the one to be blamed. It was their fault, I had said?their fault that they introduced me to the wonderful world of Bratz!

Let me just give you a flashback on how this had become their fault.

Ah yes. My 11th birthday that Sunday morning. I knew they knew that I was getting bored playing with my Barbie dolls. So yeah, it was their idea to buy me these big-eyed dolls they've seen in stores. At first, I was absolutely skeptical about them, telling my Mom and Dad that I might throw them out in a few months? time. I was completely wrong though, for when my birthday came, it felt like a dream as I tore the present my parents had given me. Impatience, as you can see, won me over. And in an instant, boom! I was madly in love with them! It was then that I said my ?Hello!? to Bratz, and ?So long!? to Barbie.

With that said and done, I guess my parents can't really blame me, huh? Ha ha.