I mentioned in a previous post that I am recently hooked on Diablo 2 again. I just realized that I had my own trials trying to make the game work on my computer, and maybe I should post what I did to make it work for fellow Diablo 2 fans out there who are experiencing the same problems.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Diablo 2 and Windows 7
I mentioned in a previous post that I am recently hooked on Diablo 2 again. I just realized that I had my own trials trying to make the game work on my computer, and maybe I should post what I did to make it work for fellow Diablo 2 fans out there who are experiencing the same problems.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The Facebook Madness
Well, this is another note just to let people know I'm alive and kicking (and with the brand new boots to kick with, tehee!). As with all my notes intending to just let people know I'm still alive, I usually start out planning just a short hello to the world. Instead, I come up with a topic - and you know me, it's never just a short note once I get my central topic. Too many years on writing classes... Anyway.
Now, excuse me while I go check on my news feed.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Dream House
One day, I hope to own a house. A place I can call home - my own space, my own decor, my own clutter, a place for all my things and for all the things I hope to have.
I want a big house. By big, I mean that it must be big enough to accommodate the number of rooms I'm dreaming of, plus I want each room to be airy, with high ceilings. I can live with having less rooms but it's a must for me to have high, airy ceilings.
Another must for me is that there must be enough space between my house and the neighbors. I don't want to live in a house where I can hear my neighbors taking a bath or where I can eavesdrop on their dinner conversations or where I can smell what they're preparing for lunch. I'm not much of a gardener, so the yard around the house would really be for space, although it would be nice if it was filled with green, leafy things - trees would be best, some shrubs, and so on. There would also be some woods nearby. I want to live in a place surrounded by green-ness. Call me a "province"-girl at heart; nothing feels like home so much as seeing green trees, forests, and hills. It's so fresh, and the air feels so clean.
I'd have a front porch for welcoming guests, and a back porch (optional) for a rocking chair or swing. If not a back porch, I want a swing or a lounge chair under a shady tree.
Inside, I'm thinking of a minimum of 4 bedrooms - 1 master suite and 3, err, normal rooms. I'd like a walk-in closet, so I can finally have space for my clothes, shoes, and bags. Tehee. There will be windows overlooking the yard. There will be at least 2 1/2 bathrooms - a toilet downstairs, 1 in the master, and 1 shared in the upper floor.
Also, I want a separate room for a study/mini-library. The study/library would be a place for books and work. I'd have my own table for my computer, or one big table where I could supervise my kids studying while I surf (for porn) the internet. Then I could have shelves and shelves of books. I guess this would have to be a closed "room" to minimize outside distractions (music, TV, etc).
Then I guess I'd need a music room where I'd put the piano, my guitar, and other musical instruments... like a videoke machine. LOL. Just kidding. Anyway, not really a must - I could always arrange it so that the piano/guitar/etc would be away from the TV/entertainment system - just as long as there is enough space for such an arrangement. Like maybe the piano would be in the living room, while the TV in the family room, with the dining room in between - something like that. So ideally, someone could play the piano and someone else could still watch TV if they want.
So I guess my ideal house would be 2-level. The upper floor would house the bedrooms. The main floor would have a living room, dining room, family room, the study (if not upstairs), kitchen, laundry. There would be a 2-car garage, and a handyman area. Maybe an attic? (Though maybe that'd be overkill, mwehe).
Mmmmm... that would be soooo nice.
Anyway, what brought this on? Well, currently I'm renting an apartment with 3 other people. I'm sharing a room with my college friend, and the space is just right enough for two people. Ideally, anyway. But starting today, we'll be taking on an additional roommate - one of my guy housemates' sister. With a little bit of creative maneuvering, we've managed to squeeze in an additional single closet, plus a double-decker bed to replace my roommate's single bed. Admittedly, it is now a bit of a squeeze in here, but nothing I can't live with (hopefully). I mean, it's not like I wasn't able to share a room with 5 people one summer term in college (yes, five - so that's a total of 6 people in the room including me. Greediness will really do wonders on one's creativity and the ability to ignore the laws of teenage psychology - I think if they could've gotten away with it, the dorm administrators would have thrown 5 double-decks inside that room to get its maximum mileage of 10 people in a single room, nevermind study tables or closet space. So I wonder why I have a dislike of sharing space with too many people? Really. But I digress). On the bright side, having an additional housemate would mean more heads to share in the rent. A big plus, in all.
Well, I just hope everything turns out well. I wrote this blog entry really just to psych myself up. What better way than to visualize what I could do if I had my own house? At least it'll help put to paper, so to speak, that vague idea at the back of my head. Who knows? Someone once said to me, keep visualizing and believing in your dream, and someday, the universe will give it to you. A very comforting thought, eh? So this is my attempt to visualize; as I describe these things, I imagine how it'd look like, how I'd arrange the furniture, how to make it look pretty to me - fine-tuning the details to solidify my once vague dream of owning a house. I know it will not happen soon, and let's not even start talking costs. Yet. But what the hell? If you gotta dream, why not dream big, right? LOL.
Though I really do believe I'll have my own house someday. It's like the line in that song: "I know you're out there, somewhere out there". I'll have it someday. :)
Friday, August 8, 2008
Mamma Mia!
So my friend Ilyn and I went to watch Mamma Mia! last Sunday, and I have to say.......... It was freakin' AWESOME!!!
Okay, for those who have been living under a rock for the past month, Mamma Mia! is a film version of the hit musical of the same name featuring songs from the famous 70s pop group ABBA. If hearing songs like I Have A Dream or Chiquitita makes your skin crawl, I suggest you steer clear of this movie. However, if you're the type to jump up and dance whenever you hear the opening lyrics "You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life / See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen!!!", then DON'T miss this movie!
And if you couldn't care less about ABBA, then Merryl Streep should be enough to convince you to watch this movie. OMG, Merryl was soooooo fantastic; if I wasn't a fan before, I am now! The reviews were right - she brings a touch of class to this movie and yet she perfectly plays the part of a mom who doesn't take herself too seriously. My favorite scenes? When she sang Mamma Mia (fun) and The Winner Takes It All (drama). Give her an Oscar already.
The other stars in the movie delivered good performances as well. Not all of them have superior singing abilities or techniques, mind you, but at the very least, they were in tune. Plus, their acting more than made up for any lack of an outstanding voice. Take for example: Pierce Brosnan. He had us cringing when he belted out the first stanza of SOS - if only because it felt weird to see James Bond singing "whatever happened to our love, I wish I understood". He can sing, but, he doesn't really have a great voice. But I appreciated his acting abilities.
This movie was so funny and joyous; it really had me laughing out loud almost the whole time. I guess if you're looking for a serious musical, then this isn't what you're looking for (hello, pop music?). But if you're just looking to have a good time or a good laugh, come see this. I guarantee you'll find yourself singing ABBA songs on the way home. Okay, that did not sound right. But it's actually not as bad as it sounds, trust me.
My favorite song out of the whole movie would be Mamma Mia. I just loooooove this song - it never fails to make me want to get up and sing and dance! Especially when I hear the drums beat near the chorus... Just one look and I can hear a bell ring / One more look and I forget everything... oh yeah! And the chorus:
Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist ya
Mamma mia, now I really know
My my, just how much I missed ya
Yea, I've been broken-hearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why why, did I ever let you go
Mamma mia, now I really know
My my, I could never let ya go
Thursday, May 15, 2008
The Kid
When I went home tonight, I met this kid. He was either an albino or at least someone with foreign blood coz he was really pale. He also had this big eye-glasses that magnified his eyes. He literally chatted me up as I got off the taxi. Our conversation went like this:
Me, shuts door of taxi, turns around
Kid: Ate, ano po pangalan nyo?
Me (taken aback): Uhhhh... Bakit?
Kid: Kayo po ba ung nakausap ko kagabi?
Me (relieved): Ay, hindi... Hindi ako yun. (He stares at me for a moment longer.) Bakit andito ka pa sa labas, gabi na ah.
Kid: Ganitong oras po talaga ako gising (wow, ain't that a weird statement coming from a kid. Even I, at his age, haven't awakened my nocturnal side yet.)
Kid: Ate, san po kayo nakatira?
Me (alarm bells started ringing in my head): Um, jan lang (points vaguely in the direction of our apartment). Ikaw, san ka nakatira?
Kid: Jan po sa F8. (looks down) Alam naman po ng mama at papa ko, pinayagan naman ako.
Me: Ahh.
I move towards our apartment. Unfortunately, he followed, shooting rapid-fire questions as we went along. I dodged as best as I could and tried to walk slowly.
Kid: Ate, may celfone po kayo?
Me (suspicious): Um, meron
Kid: Pwede po patingin?
Me (really suspicious): Ha? Bakit?
Kid: Tingnan ko lang po. (I chuckle but make no move to show him my celfone. Two seconds later...) Ate, patingin po ng celfone nyo.
Me: Hehe, bakit?
Kid: Tingnan ko lang po.
Me: Hehe. (changes topic, a bit desperately) Late na ah, di ba dapat tulog ka na nito?
Kid: (doesn't answer)
Me: Umuwi ka na, nakakatakot dito sa labas, mag-isa ka lang.
Kid: Okay lang po, dito lang naman ako...
I reach our apartment without shaking him off (damn). I take a long time rooting through my bag looking for my keys, stopping at intervals and hinting he should go home already. He doesn't take the hint.
Kid (watching me root thru my bag): Ate, ako rin o, may susi. (shows me his keys. I laugh.) Meron din ako nyan.
Me (laughs): Syempre, magkaiba naman yan. (opens door partly) Cge... uwi ka na.
Kid: Ate, di nyo po sinasara.. nil-lock ung ito ? (points to our deadbolt, which was left unlocked by my housemates since I wasn't home yet)
Me: Sinasara din.
He wasn't satisfied. He went to the open door and looked at the lock, jiggling it. I watch him, surreptitiously blocking the entrance. He glances at the inside of our apartment, then spots the TV.
Kid: Ate, ano po brand ng TV nyo?
Me: Umm...
Kid (enters our apartment): Tingin lang po ako. (looks at our TV). Ah, JVC. (spots the printer) Printer po to?
Me: Oo.
Kid: Eh nasan yung computer? Ginagamit nyo po to?
Me: Oo, pag kelangan.
Kid (sees my housemate's DSL modem, picks it up and examines it): Di ba ito yung kinakabitan ng mga linya ng telepono, pag marami?
Me: Oo.
Kid: Asan yung telepono? (looks around) Ah eto.
He goes on to randomly picks things and examines them, keeping up a running commentary. I watch him furtively, keeping a close eye on what he touched. At one point, he asked me about the occupants of our apartment, and as usual, I kept my answers short.
Finally, I was able to shoo him out (LOL), citing tiredness (which was true enough, by the way, it was freakin 12.30AM), and again telling him he should be in bed like a good little boy. As he went off, I could see him looking around, probably looking for something to entertain himself. Poor kid.
If it wasn't so creepy and a bit surreal, I would probably have enjoyed the experience.
As it was, I was tired and it was midnight - a kid hanging around asking personal questions and following me home was NOT your usual occurrence. Maybe I'm just not good with kids, or maybe I'm just too paranoid. Maybe other people would have taken it at face value and even made friends with the kid - maybe he WAS just weird in the sense that he was wide awake at such a time and his parents allowed him to roam around. Maybe I'm the only one seeing it as weird or creepy.
Whatever. I just hope I don't wake up tomorrow to find out it was all part of some elaborate scheme and we've been tricked or something (*knock on wood*).
