Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.
Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.
When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.
My ever-useful e-mail spam blocker is doing well at blocking terribly annoying spam e-mails, scam letters and other Internet garbage. However, today I received an official looking letter via fax (facsimile) from a company called ABC Financial Solutions Limited from the United Kingdom. The letter states that Mr. Anthony Adams, the company chief auditor has discovered an unused account from a deceased foreigner with surname same as mine and offering to help him transfer the amount of $15.5 million.
Is cosplay a cool pastime to hone creative self-expression or a nerdy and expensive way to escape pressures of the world? And do you care either way?
I just can’t help but notice this group of teens and adults in amazing anime costume roaming around SM Megamall. I first thought they are the next level Emo, or the evolution of them or perhaps it is a cool new social trend or “pauso” like the Jejemons. However, I later learned in an article in the Philippine Daily Inquirer that they are called cosplayers.
Everybody loves posting their “status” on Facebook – I don’t doubt that. We read our friends' post about everything under the sun - from what they are eating, their current breakup, favorite underwear and whatever-what’s-on-your-mind stuff.
However, have you ever posted something, like a random emotional rant and got surprised the following day because of the amazingly inspiring comments from your friends?
I would call it Facebook Awakening. Read this comments thread, it's so inspiring! If your also inspired click "Like" or write whatever-what’s-on-your-mind on the comments section below.
One rainy afternoon, I finally decided to finish the report my boss was asking a few months ago. I started typing, then suddenly stopped, and gave a big powerful tornado-forming yawn. Then I find myself staring at the cursor like a snake in trance. I didn’t move while the vertical cursor blinked a million times. I suspect Microsof Word is doing something evil to me – the cursor was hypnotizing me. The cool air-con breeze touched my skin. I blinked and then blinked again. The blinking becomes slow and slower and slower like that slow motion scene in the movies. I felt my eyelids turned into leather with my eyes as heavy as bowling balls.
The computer monitor is calling me, whispering “Come inside, they are waiting for you…come my child..forget the report…come..”
Yodi de Veas Insigne is one of those delusional sorts who imagines himself a useful contributor to the greater blogosphere (Well, that's what he's trying to accomplish).
He started blogging for three reasons:
1. He always felt he has something important to say,
2. Books can make him cry, and cliff jumping can make him high,
3. He want to sleep at night.
He is a self-certified bookworm, travel junkie, shutterbug, movie freak, Mangyan hiker who sleeps a lot and think a lot. He got a little vice, which is black coffee and cashew nuts. He got colorblindness on yellow and green - and he freaking loves it!
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