Why I left Wordpress

Many of you might have been readers of my blog before and you may be wondering why I transferred to Blogger. Well, its all because of the limitations my previous blog client has.

For one, the Cbox. Advanced bloggers might know that Wordpress blocks all JavaScript and that is what is used to run the Cbox. Because of the lack of a Cbox, my readers had less chance of commenting. Even I would not sign up just to give a comment on a stupid blog entry.

Second, no ads. I have no intention on living by blogging but it is a good thing if I could put up some advertisements on my blog. A small amount of money could be good and it gives a feeling of being a professional blogger.

Third, too many limitations. Every step needs an upgrade worth a big something. I just don't want being nagged of paying 14.7 credits every time I click something in the dashboard. This might be exaggeration still, exaggeration is partly true.

So those are all my reasons. I am loosing the Categories, Stats, etc. but who really cares? My choice, my bloghost.

So why watch Up?

Following Ma'am Salinel's suggestion, I watched Up with 3 friends. As many of you did, I expected the movie to be childish and set in a pseudo-world fabricated by the writers. I expected a Teletubbies psycho-ness. That was my pre-viewing mindset. The theatrical theaters did not serve justice to the movie. The advertising department of Up should burn to ashes.

First of all the storyline. It goes beyond a granpa-child relationship. By the end of the film, you could contemplate why the events happened and what the complete personalities of the character were. The makers came up with a complete plot and zero blank holes to fill.

Maturity. Up might be an animated film from the producers of Toy Story but the film is different. The writers created layers. There is this layer that impacted the young, childish generation and there is one for the people who utilize their brains. This production might be one of the most mature films you will ever finish watching. Go grab the oppurtunity.

The animation. Yes. This might be obvious if you know the companies which produced them. Watch this movie in a 3D theater and you will be appreciating the new dimensions on the trailers rather than on the movie. I could recall only one 5-second scene where the movie elements actually popped off the screen. The trailers that came with the movie enjoyed the technology more. All of it had balls, bombs, rods etc falling of the screen. SM Cinema 5 houses the 3D screening. I watched the film in 3D so I have zero idea on where to watch it in non-3D.

Those are my three reasons. You may ask, "why three only when your promoting the film like Kris Aquino with cornbeef?" Because, those are the aspects you will be really needing. Besidess a storyline, maturity and animation, what else does a movie offer?

Summary: Go watch the movie.

The Youth and Recession

I have seen boatloads of opinions on how the youth doesn't care about global recession because they are too busy fluffing their hair or toning their biceps. As a member of the accused, I investigated. I opened my eyes to the world around me and observed if the youth actually felt the recession.

I saw YOUTH of all sorts. Some live their life in terms of text messaging, others preferred Facebook-ing or Tweeting. I saw some eating their way to maturity while others, like myself, decided to stay youthful. I overheard some talking about their hot opposite sex who just smelled so good, unaware of loosing their conservative Filipino identity.

FINALLY, after a painstaking 10 minutes of panning and searching, I saw the effects of recession with youth as the media. I saw a couple of young girls in their sweet 16's wearing very mini skirts and tight shirts with zero disgrace. The lesser the surface area of the fabric, the cheaper it gets. They embrace their fates with utmost glamor. They may have cut off the "excess" fabric and created another pair of pants with it. Ingenious and economical.

My peer suggests the girls wanted to seduce every male on the vicinity. For the love of Rizal, your ideas are CRAZY! Come on, Filipinas don't do that! They keep their belly buttons to themselves and their legs to the bathroom tiles. That could not be the reason. THAT IS CULTURALLY IMPOSSIBLE!

A friend pinched me and I woke up into reality. Reality where there is no more Maria Clara, no more intellectual Miriam Defensor, no more intelligent Jose Rizal, no more brave Bonifiacio, no more real Filipino inside all of us. With economics, our culture faltered.

All we can do is hope and pray that when all of this ends, promiscuity goes to purgatory.

Thursday makes the dorm an asthmatic's hellhole

I really hate Thursday nights, the nocturne period where everybody just had to clean their rooms. All cobwebs must be brushed off, the floor should be free from particulate matter and everything must be ooh so shiiinny.

I have asthma. I had it since my first breath. Its a curse because in the dormitory, no sensitive trachea can save your soul from your dusting chores. All you have to do is use your inhaler and keep on coughing. Tolerate the physical terror or stay in the dorm for the whole weekend for not following the dorm rules. My brain suggest I wear a mask but come on, when did masks become aesthetically pleasing? They'll just fatten up my face and hide my mouth with blue fabric. Dormers may seem like lab rats but the dormitory is not an experimental stage, it is a structural blessing, so I am in no position to wear protective gear.

I have one freshie and two sophies as roomies so I'm basically a lucky junior. Nobody would dare ask me to clean the study table, empty the trash can, sweep the floor or even turn off my electric fan to avoid particulate dispersion. All my cleaning chores should be done without peer pressure, just personal initiative.

My asthma is genetic. I was born by a sickly gene pool and I am a product of disease. When S. aureus and the retrovirus collided, I materialized. I currently have athritis but the pain activates only when I consume vast amounts of animal fat. I also have some irregular motility and sleeping problems. My diet is also irregular. Although a STD is not on my list, I'm guessing I'll eventually catch a curable one.