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Bratz Love Meter Etc.

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When I was young, the gifts I received were varied�"some dresses here, cute hair clips over there, and Barbie dolls in between. It was at 10 years old that I found myself sick, looking at more than 25 dolls in my collection.

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.