I have got no idea why I am born as a corn. No, rightfully, I am a corn kernel but I would rather be recognized as a corn, a corn kernel seems too insignificant for me to be in a world of such great vastness. I wished I had stepped into this life as something else, something bigger, something more in control of one’s life-perhaps an elephant, preferably a human. But no, I’m stuck here in this plantation, suffocated and cramped by all my brothers and sisters surrounding me. It seems like God has made a mistake in making me a corn kernel, no, correction: a corn. I don’t blame him though. He must have been too busy answering the overwhelming great number of silly prayers asking for a new iPod, a new cell phone et cetera that God must have overlooked the fact that my ingenuity is not suitable for a mere corn kernel life that I am stuck with. After all, to be humble, I am considerably intelligent, perhaps even more intelligent than the average human bean (I’ve got no idea why they name people as human beans, humans sure do not look like beans.)

im going to TM this whole paragraph cause my sister says she want to steak the first two lines of my essay for her facebook. NOOO. this is from my brain juice. go use your own brain juice sister.XD