Ever since Blizzard announced that they will be developing the long, long awaited sequel to StarCraft, I’ve sworn to replay the original game and the expansion, Brood War to refresh my memory. I just finished the replay and I was blown away again. It’s been a while since I first finished the real-time strategy game, and it’s also been a while since I last wrote about video games so please bear with this fangirl. Anyway, on to the replay.
In light of the coming Hallmark-inspired non-holiday, I’ve busted out several sappy DVDs for a special singleton Valentine movie marathon. For the purposes of this marathon, I’ve decided to divide my viewing equally between the Rom-Com movies (romantic comedies) and the Classics. Arguably, the Rom-Com movies I have lined up can also be considered classics in their own right, but let’s not get into semantics.
I remember that super flash fiction activity we had back in the hell hole, the 50-word story (Note: If the title of the activity wasn’t self-explanatory for you, you can see mine and Rica’s submissions for the said activity here and here.], and I realized that most of the people I know do it on a daily basis – in status messages. Most status messages in Facebook or YM (or Twitter, let’s not get into that) give me ulcer, but some of my more enlightened (and grammatically adept) friends have the most amusing things to say in 140 words or less.
Here’s the first part of the Yuppie Guide, the series where you’ll see your extra income options and weigh them accordingly. By this time, you should know that it takes real work to get from Point A (where you are right now) to Point B (where you want to be, preferably retired by 50) and there is some amount of risk with each option. For the first option we have, there is minimal risk and the only capital you’ll need is time and effort. It’s part-time work, people.
I was having a particularly merciless bout of insomnia and so I tried to keep my nighttime activities as inane as possible to bore myself to sleep. I read a boring book I have been trying to finish since 2008. No dice (no luck finishing the book either, I found my mind wandering to cheerier places at every paragraph). I stared at the ceiling until the agiw annoyed me; it was 5:37 AM, the birds were chirping outside, and it won’t be long before the neighbor nearest my window started belting out his shower concert (While I am all for cultivating a healthy imagination, I must point out that imagining yourself to have a good singing voice has cost a number of people their lives in unfortunate karaoke bar incidents, but I digress). And so I did the unthinkable and decided to clean up my cell phone inbox.
I was rummaging through my 14-year-old nephew’s stuff when I saw some of his toys.
His scooter sitting on the one side of the house is a “gift from Santa Claus” when he was 7 years old. The huge remote control car is again, a reward from Santa when he was 5. I cannot remember when was the time he found out that Santa Claus was actually I; that on Christmas Eve, I would sneak in his room and place the gift secretly below the window where his letter was. On Christmas morning, I would always get teary-eyed when I see joy in his eyes.
We went to Alay ng Puso and I didn’t pick up a single toddler and treated him like he was my pamangkin or cousin. Or as someone who’d infallibly affect my life in some way.
I’ve met a couple of rare species who do not heart Facebook. With all the hype that this social networking site created, there are still some people who a) do not believe in it, b) feel that mainstreaming is too lowly for their taste, or c) just don’t care.
I heart FB.
I think that in everything, there are always advantages and disadvantages. FB’s new design is quite stalker-friendly, that is if you don’t have an inkling that you can modify your Privacy Settings. I’m glad I have good friends who care and taught me to click that hyperlink on the upper right corner and check what I want people to see. There, I’ve already mentioned tha advantage.
Caveat: To be able to read and appreciate this essay, you should be armed with the prerequisite knowledge of sarcasm and irony, the ability to acknowledge the absurdity of our government, and have a good set of balls and a backbone.
When the person I’m reporting to in the NGO I just joined told me we were going to visit the relocation site of typhoon victims in Laguna, I had mixed feelings. I was a bit apprehensive because I heard the atmosphere was depressing…and I try to stay away from anything that would damage my spirit in any way.
Tomorrow marks the end of Banned Books Week, a yearly celebration that started back in 1982 to counter calls for censorship. There have been several challenges to written works for any number of reasons like anti-ethnicism, sexual content, different political and religious viewpoints, violence, offensive language, and inappropriateness for the age group the book was released for, among others.
Ketsana, locally known as Typhoon Ondoy, was detected as early as last Wednesday, September 23. I don’t know meteorological jargon, but as far as I know, this one was supposed to be weak. In comparison to the two typhoons I remember, Milenyo (a Category 4 typhoon back in 2006, with lashing windspeeds of 215 kph, around 130 mph. For those of you who like twisted fun facts, this storm also hit the Philippines on the closing days of September and was the one that blew the roof clean off of our house.) and Rosing (a Category 5 that hit back in October 1995, it’s one of the strongest typhoons EVER. If you’re having a hard time visualizing it, jump into a wind tunnel, set the switch to 260 km/h – 160 mph – then stand there while you get pelted with debris.), Ondoy was only a relatively weak PAGASA Storm Signal 1 (30-60 kph). Little did we know though, that what Ondoy lacked in quality, it made up in quantity.
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