just moved

I’ve been thinking about moving to wordpress for weeks now and only recently did I manage to do it. Thanks to the new import feature I didn’t have to read across a multitude of technically drowning steps that some sites have painstakingly devoted themselves into just so the beloved blogger posts will still be intact after the migration. I was expecting some glitches in the transfer, but surprisingly, all is well, I have not detected any defects so far.

This is my first post made in wordpress and it’s easier than I’ve expected. I’ve spent a dose of my time browsing through the preset templates and I recognized some that I’ve used in my blogger blog before. The templates are all cool, I guess I’d be sticking with them for long. The interface is simple and site navigation is easy, but I did take some time to familiarize myself with the many links going wherever. I’ve not fully experimented with the customization stuff but I’m not positive I’ll be needing to for now.

my brand new crush

I’ve never had another spring of a boyish admiration, nearly bordering on obsession i think, at one hand tainted with a string of lust but entirely spellbound by the exquisite charm and beauty of an aphrodite. Haha. And I’m writing profusely in flowery words to prove that it’ s once again welling in me.

Michelle Pfeiffer. Beautiful, enchanting, mouth-watering, addictive. And she’s not a porn star.

oil surges down (for now)

If volatility speaks, alcohol would be a shame vis-a-vis the crude. That is, as far as prices are concerned.

Just a few months ago, the price of crude was skyrocketing every day for several weeks almost beating the 200 dollar per barrel mark, wreaking in effect a wordlwide concern over inflation and possible industrial – and economic – meltdown.

But now – but now! – the national headlines are bannering – in bold and capslocked letters – an oil surge down to as low as 60 dollars per barrel. How incredible.

Of course, there will always be explanations like the supply-demand kinetics or the cartel maneuverings. Unfortunately, they’re always late. The surprises have always been and sure will always be unexpected.

ps: Just speaking out

Done with the Perfect World

The reason I neglected poor bloggie for a year was not because I no longer wanted to write. Worse, writing didn’t come to me at all. The reason: Perfect World. Now before that eyebrow truly flies away, Perfect World is not a surreal philosophy of life, but a full 3D mmorpg (massive multiplayer online role-playing game) whose graphics is an insomniac poison and whose storyline is a shabu brother. To say that it was addictive is a gross understatement.

Luckily OJT came and though with an aching heart, I indulged in a month of PW abstinence. It was a psychological torture, needless to say, but surprisingly, my heart didn’t grow fonder, rather it slowly grew indifferent. Actually, it was almost to the brink of disgust (char).

But now, looking back at those heavenly perfectly moments of traversing that world, exploring its huge cities and magnificent landscape, swimming by the lakes or strolling the skies, snuggling and flirting with sailor-moon clones, and conquering territories and beating hell-faced monsters, still brings back colorful memories.

But surely, the time and money spent were be-gone investments and a change of heart brings nothing but good cheers to my haloed alterego. Let this write-up be my official farewell to the half-year addiction and hopefully to online fantasy in general. It may have been a fun experience but an experience not worthy to live for. Ciao!

davao submerged

A week of sporadic heavy rainfall in the city is causing the streets to flood and the people to grumble. Last night, with the skies thundering anew, our ever-active but always hindsighted city government officials decided to roam around the city blocks to check just how vigorous the mad weather was performing. And true to their observation, they deemed it appropriate to suspend the classes of all public and private elementary and high school departments.

To my frustration, the news came in late for many students. At DRANHS and its neighboring schools, the students were not allowed to enter the gates and were asked to go home. And so to my dismay and to everyone else, they crowded the Aplaya street.

All the more frustrating was that there was actually no other street left uncrowded. And for a full hour, I was smugly standing in line with hundreds of other commuters along the stretch of the McArthur highway just to scout for a vacant seat of whatever jeepney route there is to take me in.

I landed on an ecoland-roxas-bound jeep. Fortunately, I arrived in school on time. Thanks to my I’ll-go-early-to-school-today-and-do-my-assignments-for-the-day philosophy. Obviously, that gist of my ideal turned moot.

With the city in shock, it is of no surprise that the mayor was equally grumbling, though it was more of his failed drainage project (because no one is volunteering to scratch a portion of their land for some stinky canal and so everyone is blaming him for the floods) than of the long line of commuters.

And so to find an immediate resolve to this crisis, he said he’ll be hiring around 500 men just to clean the blocked drainage in the city, and for those unfortunately caught throwing garbage there, to throw the fools along with their trash. haha.

Anyway, I’m just hoping that next time the rain won’t hurry pouring himself out, else, it’s river in the city again..