I’ve forgotten the reason behind why my favorite series haven’t come up with the new season–writer’s strike. I’m glad that’s over. I haven’t been following the issue, so I hope everything’s been settled on both ends.
On the other hand, I’ve hardly been home to watch, and my little niece has monopoly over the TV, so I don’t get to watch as often as I could. Ah, well. As long as there are reruns… =3
When I was younger and very idealistic, I wanted to get rich and have a business that would employ the out-of-school and the less fortunate to help out. Now that I’m a regular employee, I realize that it wasn’t so simple. In this day and age where even little children are being used to con people for loose change, it makes one wonder if what little you do offer does help them put something in their stomachs. If we think about it, are we really helping these people on the streets long-term?
It cannot be denied, vehicle owners and commuters alike are very well affected by gas prices. To compensate for the price hike, public vehicles ask for higher fare. To compensate for the daily expenses on fuel, folks carpool. We find ways to scrimp and scrounge for that precious gas that fuels a lot of things.
Here at home, taxis have resorted to bio fuel. I heard they’re quite economical and user-friendly. I’m not sure if it boosts the engine performance, though. What I don’t like about it is how it smeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeells.
Aaaah, home at last. Sweet bliss. I’ve been camping out in the office, it’s not haha funny! And now that I’m sitting in from of my home PC, I don’t know what to do! Too bad I left my drawing at the office. I might have inked and colored it. Oh, well. Something might come up for me to do…
Cross-posted here.
Reading–yes, I’m still in the middle of reading–this quite interesting article about this overexposed generation. Right on the dot.
When filmmaker Caroline Suh decided to make a documentary about the student-council election at New York’s Stuyvesant High School, she was concerned about how the kids would react to the camera. It’s an understandable fear: for those of us of Suh’s age—she’s 37—and older, the introduction of a movie camera has traditionally turned people into either hams mouthing ‘Hi, Mom!’ or zombies frozen stiff with anxiety. “When I was in high school, if someone was making a film, it would have been this glamorous, exciting thing,” Suh says. Turns out she needn’t have worried.