StarCraft 2 is now FREE!!

Yes, you read it right!! StarCraft II is now free to download and play.

Check out the link below:

http://us.battle.net/sc2/en/blog/21173629/starcraft-ii-going-free-to-play-explained-11-3-2017

Here's the download link:

https://www.starcraft2.com/en-us/

Thank you Blizzard!!

Everwing on PC

Unless you have been living under a rock, you have most probably heard of the Facebook Messenger game called Everwing. Chances are, Facebook messages sent from estranged friends may have disturbed your peaceful slumber in the middle of the night.

/iˈstrānjd/

adjective: estranged

(of a person) no longer close or affectionate to someone because of incessant invitations to business clubs or networking; alienated.

Being the true gamer that you are, you scoff at the idea of playing games on mobile devices.  For those not in-the-know, you can play Facebook Messenger Games on PC.

Just go to https://www.messenger.com or go to https://www.facebook.com/games/instantgames

1. Log in to your Facebook account.

2. Select a friend or a chat group from the left pane.

3. Click on the 'game controller icon' found at the bottom right corner of the chat window.

Have fun beating those scores!

My Generation

I have recently submitted an application (not referring to a mobile app, dear Millennial.) to get hired as Radio Jockey. At my age of 33 years, I would say my chances of landing the job are very slim to none.

The fact that I don't have any idea who Ed Sheeran is, automatically disqualifies me. You see, I grew up in a generation when things started to go downhill.

And by downhill, I mean both definitions of the contronym. Things got a lot easier but the situation worsened.

I belong to the last generation that used hard-bound Encyclopedias. We were the last to use (high-quality) branded household appliances and electronics almost exclusively. We never drank coffee when we were kids, for we believed and that only the old people needed the stuff. We didn't go to Starbucks to take photos of what we will be drinking for breakfast. Drinking water as actually regarded as normal. We were the last people who believed that sex was sacred and viewed smutty materials in private.

We were somehow satisfied with our delusional fascination with scented pens, stationeries, and aroma beads (aka Kisses).

Our parents, the Baby Boomers, 'were the enjoyers of unprecedented economic prosperity' and were able fund real properties unlike the generations that followed them. We, the Generation Y (beg to be classed differently from Millennials), have older siblings from Generation X. We grew up listening to music from Gen X'ers and MTV. The Boomers experienced 'a second sexual awakening' a decade after their first offspring and all the teachers know us as the younger siblings of the X-Generation.

'Our formative years looked nothing like those of the Millennial, television came in largely via antenna, our movies were on VHS, our music was on tape cassettes. The internet wasn’t around, and by the time it was in any way that meant something, you could be disconnected by someone picking up a phone somewhere else in the house.'

We are the 'digital natives', we used GeoCities, Napster, MySpace, Friendster and mIRC. Back then, the only annoying things you can find on the web are glittery texts, ugly backdrops, requests for (Friendster) testimonials, and (sadly) multiple mugshots (later termed 'selfies'). People didn't air out dirty laundry on social media back then because the Universe was sensible enough and forbade the existence of the 'LIKE' button.

Walkmans and Discmans we considered portable and outdoorsy.

'We collected CDs assiduously, only to replace them ten or fifteen years later with limitless discographies we could toss in our pockets. Our first cars had tape decks, for god’s sake, and you were a god if it was the kind that automatically switched to side B when side A was finished'.

'A black binder of CDs had permanent shotgun in our cars, and sometimes the discs were so scratched that the player would spit it back out like a wrinkled (peso) bill in a vending machine.'

'I probably will not bother to explain film cameras and one-hour photo developing.'

'We were fully formed adults by the time we got our first cellphones. That, by itself, is enough to separate us from the Millennial tribe. Plans were made by landline phones, and parties happened by word of mouth rather than Facebook.'

Photo filters didn't exist back then, Humans who looked like humans stayed that way (humans who looked like dogs stayed looking like dogs too). Now, everything is backwards. Humans who do not look like dogs seem to want to look like one, and humans who look like dogs can photo-filter themselves to look more human.

Y2K scared the hell out of everyone. Had I known that the year 2000 would bring more than just a computing flaw, I would have been really frightened. Yes, I am a soul stuck in the 90's.

Quoted texts from: Patrick Hipp

Rök On Level Up!

Bowl of Ignorance

KFC please understand that you have no right or claim to Sisig. Sisig is an original Capampangan dish and your rice bowl is not even remotely close to what we, the Capampangans call Sisig. By naming your product as such, you are promoting and serving ignorance. To those people who say we Capampangans are merely bashing, NO, we are not simply bashing, we are DEFENDING our HERITAGE. Please be reminded that your founder, Colonel Sanders was granted the title Colonel in recognition of his contributions to the State of Kentucky. It's not American Fried Chicken, it's Kentucky Fried Chicken. It's not Philippine Sisig, it's Capampangan Sisig.

Kadamay

I say give them an isolated island where they can build their own Utopia. Let them run their own government and let them fund for their own delusional needs instead of mooching off of the working class.

An economics professor said he had never failed a single student before but had, once, failed an entire class. The class had insisted that socialism worked and that no one would be poor and no one would be rich, a great equalizer. The professor then said ok, we will have an experiment in this class on socialism. All grades would be averaged and everyone would receive the same grade so no one would fail and no one would receive an A.

After the first test the grades were averaged and everyone got a B. The students who studied hard were upset and the students who studied little were happy. But, as the second test rolled around, the students who studied little had studied even less and the ones who studied hard decided they wanted a free ride too; so they studied little …

The second Test average was a D! No one was happy. When the 3rd test rolled around the average was an F. The scores never increased as bickering, blame, name calling all resulted in hard feelings and no one would study for anyone else. All failed to their great surprise and the professor told them that socialism would ultimately fail because the harder to succeed the greater the reward but when a government takes all the reward away; no one will try or succeed.
-source unknown

With that said, these people are also victims of their own ignorance, laziness, and misfortune. Vultures maliciously capitalize on their susceptibility for political, business, and even personal profit. If these wolves truly cared for these underprivileged people, they would have educated them.

Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime.

Again, nothing was said about giving the man a fishing rod or a net, or even a pond for that matter.

P.S. I still can't find a befitting word to accurately describe a group of people who would shamelessly steal from servicemen. How this group could steal from, the very people who put their lives at risk everyday to keep peace and order, is beyond me.

Ragnarok Online Philippines is BACK!!

The country's most popular MMORPG is making a comeback soon. No details have been released about the launch or the game itself yet. But you can bet that it won't be the same thing that we enjoyed a decade ago. Even if it is released as F2P (Free to Play) or P2P (Pay to Play), it will still be, as most games today, Pay to Win.

Click here for ROph's official website.
Click here for ROph's official facebook page.

Amánung Sísuan

I have always admired my Cabalen (fellow Capampangan) who can write and speak in our native tongue so soulfully. I am also so envious of those who are studying Kulitan. Up until recently, I have always considered Amánung Sísuan (Breastfed Language) as a dialect instead of a Language. I grew up in a time when our Language was almost soley used by elders. Capampangan was seldom used in our own home.

The only person I spoke to in Capampangan was my mom. My dad often encouraged me to do Mass readings in Capampangan. I wasn't so enthused when I tried reading missalettes written in Capampangan. Damn, they were so hard to read. All I saw back then where Q's and C's on every word. I recently came across the words 'Quilo Balugbug Babi' and I didn't even know how to read or what 'Quilo' was (because I was reading it as Kilo). It turns out its Tagalog equivalent is 'Kilaw'. How I wish I had a deeper appreciation for our Language back when I was still a kid.

Still, I am thankful to have experienced scraping off the 'taba' from 'ema' and collecting it in a small jar. Thankful for learning how to stir 'biko' so it wouldn't get burnt. For having been able to enjoy Sherbet at Nepo and burgers from Lymer. And for the occasional visits (after shopping around) to 'Pisamban Apu'.

I am now married and have a kid. My wife hails from a different province. And my kid is the only one in the family who was born in Pampanga (I was born in Manila). Regrettably, I speak Capampangan even less now.

With the emergence of Call Centers and Super Malls, people from different provinces begin to migrate to and occupy Pampanga. Soon enough, our once proud people, way of life, accent, and food will be indistinguishable from the immigrants'. I am deeply saddened that everything Capampangan may soon be engulfed by the imperialist (see: Tagalog/Manileno) definition of 'Filipino'. Sadly, many still believe the twisted facts coming from imperial Manila, like Capampangan is merely a dialect. Because that detestable and generic melting pot (see: Imperial Manila) of nonsense has nothing unique and substantial to offer.

More on the Sisig Post:

Many non-Capampangans say let 'Sisig' have (distasteful) variants. We Capampangans firmly say NO! Sisig is distinct and it is unique, we won't let you turn it into some generic (and nauseating) dish.

Pizza has become so generic that everyone is allowed to put any garbage on it. Most people will even call it American Food, where in fact it is Italian. Why in the hell would you expect us Capampangans to let this happen to Sisig?

StarCraft is now FREE!!

StarCraft has just released its latest version (1.18) and it's free to download and play.

https://starcraft.com/en-us/articles/20674424

click here to download the installer for PC.

Thank you Blizzard!

Why is Sisig called Sisig?

How infuriating! Sisig is not Tagalog. The name comes from the KAPAMPANGAN word 'Manyisig' meaning to 'snack on something sour'. Get your facts straight. This dish is part of our heritage and you just blatantly defied the will of the heavens by adding eggs and mayo. How can you desecrate something so immaculate? You savages defile Pizza with Pineapple, and violate Spaghetti with banana ketchup and hotdogs

Further reading on the History of Sisig: http://siuala.com/sisig/

Cry for Blood

I was once asked on my take on Death Penalty. I simply replied, "I am just thankful that I am not the one in charge of passing judgement".
As expected, I was hit with a rebuttal. "Have you heard about the latest news about rape, holdup, and killings?". Do you think these people deserve to live? "What if  your loved ones fall victim to these criminals?"

No, I don't think they deserve to live. But I am just content that their blood won't be on my hands. You people feel and think that it's all too easy to pass judgement. Can you seriously look a person in the eye and tell him/her that his/her life holds no good value to you or this world?

And please stop your ill-wishing towards me saying. "I hope your loved ones do not fall victim to these criminals." or "You will change your mind once you lose a loved one." Ask yourself, "who has the mind of a criminal here"? The one who DOES NOT ENCOURAGE harm or death, or the one who WISHES HARM to someone THE VERY MOMENT that they DO NOT AGREE on lethal punishments?

Just because I don't fully support your cause it doesn't mean that I am 'protecting' them. I just don't want to be all too consumed with hate and negativity. You are saying that there is NO OTHER WAY to eradicate crime, and that may be TRUE. But that DOESN'T MEAN we have to OBLITERATE WRONG-DOERS ALONG with our humanity, our compassion, and our faith.

We USED to be a Catholic Nation. We USED to be God's people. Now were are REDUCED to delusional and divided DESULTORY keyboard WARMONGERS. We CRY for BLOOD without REGARD of anything aside from the hateful feeling that we have been WRONGED. We think of 'JUSTICE' as 'RETRIBUTION' INSTEAD of 'REASON'.

You say send our police and armies to destroy 'TERRORISTS'. Have you ever thought of the families that our brave law enforcers HAVE TO LEAVE BEHIND (and possibly NEVER see again) to fight YOUR wars? Have you ever considered the possibility that the PEOPLE that we label as 'terrorists' just want to defend THEIR LAND, culture, and WAY OF LIFE from OUR corrupt government system? When was the last time you helped out a 'katutubo', you hypocrite. Yes, just in case it hasn't been taught in school or posted by that stupid cheesy-numbskull Marcelo Santos III on Facebook, we, the modernized flatland-dwellers TOOK over the LANDS of aboriginals.

You hate on the CBCP saying they are hypocrites. You say Religion is obsolete and Rituals are baseless fabricated horseshit created to rake in MONEY. The Holy Bible contradicts itself. And YES, this time I TOTALLY AGREE.

But I myself WOULDN'T talk to an armed intoxicated maniac. I believe that I am ACCOUNTABLE to a POWER HIGHER than MYSELF. I STILL CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS (see: birth of Jesus Christ), I still OBSERVE the HOLY WEEK (see: Visita Iglesia), and attend the occasional Fiesta (see: Patron Saint Feast). I USE GOOGLE MAPS whenever I am IN NEED of DIRECTIONS or when I DON'T KNOW JACKSHIT about the route I that am supposed to take. And sometimes, if not always, Google Maps FAIL me. Surprised? Even with the latest technology at its disposal it is still NOT infallible. The Holy Bible is a GUIDE, something to give us an idea on how we can LIVE in HARMONY WITH one another, NOT a PERFECT layout that you have to FOLLOW to the last LETTER. You are STILL IN CHARGE of how you would get to your destination.

Fanaticism is certainly a dangerous thing. Each of us is a CRUSADER of something that we BELIEVE in. But please recognize, realize, perceive the significance of what you are vigorously fighting for. Is this your own truth? Or some pointless cause forced upon you by HATE and your VENGEFUL view of justice? Now I ask you, is taking guidance from a 'Book' more dangerous than being an over-zealous fanatic of a man and his work? Don't get me wrong though, PRRD is still my President.

I leave you with a quote from one of my favorite books:

Whether or not you believe in God, you must believe this. When we as a species abandon our trust in the power greater than us, we abandon our sense of accountability. Faith… all faiths… are admonitions that there is something we cannot understand, something to which we are accountable… With faith we are accountable to each other, to ourselves, and to a higher truth. Religion is flawed, but only because man is flawed. If the outside world could see this church as I do… looking beyond the ritual of these walls… they would see a modern miracle… a brotherhood of imperfect, simple souls wanting only to be a voice of compassion in a world spinning out of control.

10 Years After

Hello old blog, I am writing to you to keep you up to speed on things. It has been ten years since your creation and a lot of things have changed and evolved. Some things stayed as annoying and some things are still familiar and comforting. I also took down some posts that felt crude, irrelevant, and obsolete (which represent 90% of the entries on this blog).

Through the years, blogging went downhill (it took a weaker form on social media called open letter) and internet memes spread fast.

Gay people now have a united front called LGBT.

Friendster died and got replaced by Facebook. The ladies on social media do not give a shit about blogs or anything that stimulates or even simulates intelligence. They are more interested in Korean dramas, Wattpad, Snapchat, (a nonsensical app that turns you into a domesticated hound or a floral urn)  and some otherworldly shit.

The iconic Nokia 3310 has been remade and relaunched. Humans, plants, and animals still drink water. Except for the people that you can find in milk tea shops.

 
Skinny jeans have been replaced with a more annoying pair called jogger pants. Emo hairstyles have finally faded out and got replaced by man-buns.

Philippine dishes are now on the brink of extinction as Korean supermarkets and restaurants are everywhere. You can see more Filipinos patronizing these establishments than the Korean nationals themselves.

On the bright side of things, the Filipinos have finally figured out that P-Noy isn't the messiah. A new 'iron-fist' president got elected, but many of our fellow citizens have become over-zealous fanatics.

but more on that on the next post...

Juice Colored

I haven't seen a punch bowl in decades. These things were fairly important back in the 80's and 90's. Every party back then served punch (a mixture of alcohol and juice) and no table would be complete without one.

Kinda like china cabinets won't be complete without expensive-never-used-and-for-display-only-purpose chinaware. The other compartments of the said cabinet also host a variety of expensive-be-sure-not-lose-it-during-your-swimming-party-or-mom-will-kill-you Tupperware containers.

Reverting back to the topic, the orange Eight o' Clock powdered juice drink was the most popular beverage served to uninvited guests during the time. This heaven-forsaken drink will definitely remind you not to come back for a second visit. You will regret the very second that the liquid touches your gullet. It feels like drinking grains of orange sand mixed with water if the juice was not prepared correctly. If prepared correctly though, the concoction will feel like rich maple syrup. Yes, the drink will always be too grainy or too thick and sweet that it burns your throat.

Then, there's the Zest-O juice pack that we kids drink at school or at some relative's wake. Its razor-sharp edges can either poke your eye out or slice your cheeks. It has always been a challenge to follow the 'insert straw here' instruction. You would either end up punching a hole through the damned pack causing the contents to spill, or skewering one of your fingers with the straw.