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Is there a problem with the Facebook Publicize?

I’ve noticed for a few times that I have posted here that despite my Publicize settings to Facebook was properly set, and that previously, all of my posts are immediately posted to Facebook once I hit that Publish button, my recent posts are not appearing to my Facebook page.

It is frustrating.

I do not know what went wrong, or if I had missed a new set-up that is needed.  My mind is a blank.

I often find myself asking whether a post will be updated to Facebook.

What about you? Do you link your Facebook account to WordPress? And if so, does it publish immediately, or have you experienced troubles as well?

Any comment on this matter would be appreciated.

Edit: Yeah… It did not link with Facebook. Seriously, what in the world is going on here?!

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Thinking of Theme Change

I’ve used this theme Modularity Lite since I started on WordPress. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to fully utilize and customize the theme properly.  Heck, I haven’t even been able to craft a good enough banner image.

I blame my own inability to think creatively at the time that I decided to create another blog hosted on this site.

While I may not go for a new theme, I’ll probably at least go for a different banner image soon.

Soon may be as early as tomorrow or as late as hopefully next year.

But yes, I am getting tired of looking at that piece of crap I tossed around to simply have a banner to use for this site.

Why I Hate Strawberry

Well, not exactly strawberries, the fruit – rather, I have a certain aversion to strawberry-flavored things.

Why?

trimox_19491_6_big_It reminds me of one of my most dreaded things when I was a child – medicine.

When I was a kid, I don’t really understand why most of my medicines then were strawberry-flavored. Even the worst anti-biotic suspensions – the ones which have a powdery feel to them, which would even stick to your throat at the risk of gagging you… Ugh… they seem to be always strawberry-flavored.

My worst experience with one of those suspensions was the one that made me feel so awful after drinking it that I think I puked. Why do I say “think”? Well, I can’t exactly remember it clearly for I was very dizzy, and disoriented then.  I was very sick, you know. But yes, the vague memory of those events, coupled with the scent and taste of the strawberry medicine does not give me wonderful cravings for that stuff.

I do not completely hate on the flavor.  I have tried some good strawberry-flavored stuff – like ice cream.  It was delicious.  However, I still try to avoid the chewy, strawberry-flavored candies, for they seem to strongly remind me of the medicine.

Edit: After looking up some photos, I am no longer sure if the Amoxicillin suspension, which I recall as the worst strawberry-flavored medicine I had, is actually strawberry-flavored. I must have associated the pink color with strawberry, making me now hate on strawberry. Ah, the human psychology!

Down the Stairs

I’m not really too fond of my Aunt Clara.  She’s strange, and bossy, and smells a bit funny.  She also has a lot of cats.

However, when my parents went up north for work, they left me at Aunt Clara’s house.  Despite all of my protests, they held on to the argument that she is our only relative within locality.  They mentioned a few other reasons, which I am sure were probably reasonable, but I also have my very reasonable reason for not wanting to be sent to my Aunt Clara’s house.

Her house is scary.  It has two floors and a basement. However, since she is the only one who lives in that house, save for here horde of feline army, most of the house remained unmaintained.  Some areas are closed off, and some have dirt and dust thicker than a three-layered sandwich. As for the basement… Well, the basement… That’s the scariest part.

The last time I went there, which was five years ago – I was only eight years old back then – the basement was locked.  Aunt Clara forbid me to even go near there.  I sneaked around late that night and almost wet myself when  heard strange scrapings and thumping in there.  Needless to say, I ran away from that doorway, straight to my room, and I can’t quite remember how I managed to sleep.

I’m still morbidly curious about that basement.  Whatever in the world could she be keeping under there?

I try to kid myself that it is probably just more cats.  That may be where she keeps the more rabid ones…

We arrived at Aunt Clara’s house where, where she, and my parents exchanged stories, questions and instructions. I have a feeling most of it involved me. While they were busy with their pleasantries, my eyes wandered off into the basement door.

To my surprise, I saw a key inserted in the knob!

Aunt Clara must have forgotten about it when she came to answer the door. I slowly stood up from my seat and pretended to go near a cat.  I pocketed the key after locking the door, as to avoid any suspicion.

I dared myself that by tonight, I’ll know the secret of Aunt Clara’s basement.

That night, I sneaked out the room and went to the basement door.  I took out the key, and after checking for any signs of my dear, old Aunt, I inserted the key.

As soon as I placed the key, I heard a faint thud by the stairway!

My heart skipped a beat as I feared it was my Aunt. I froze in place, not knowing what to do.  Then I noticed a pair of green eyes looking at me.

“Meow!” It said.

I let out a sigh of relief as I found out it was one of my Aunt’s cats.

I returned to my business and slowly unlocked the door.  The way down was dark. I flipped on the light switch and a weak glow from the light below can be seen from stairs.

I slowly went down, and to my surprise, I saw the basement, which gave me nightmares for weeks.

It was empty. Nothing. It was just a huge expanse of empty floor.

I scratched my head as I chuckled.  There was nothing to be afraid of!

Thud!

I suddenly heard  a sound from the far corner of the basement.  I slowly walked over, fearing that one of my Aunt Clara’s cats may have followed me down. I can’t just go out and leave it locked in here…

I checked the place, and saw nothing, except for the closet  door, which was slightly ajar.

I peeked in and saw nothing.  I was starting to feel afraid. Then I noticed that the closet has another door inside it! And it was unlocked.

“Whatever could this be?” I thought to myself.

My curiosity got the better of me,and I pushed it open.  I was more surprised to find a staircase leading down.

Weren’t I in a basement? Where could this possibly lead to?

A lot of other questions were jumping around in my head, but out of them, one was leading the polls – should I go down?

Anyone with a sane mind would have probably left it alone… But I chose to go down the stairs.

There were no light to guide me, so I had to feel the steps as I went down.

I was almost pitch black when I reached the center, and yet, a warm glow seemed to be coming from bottom of the stairs. I thought that it might have been my eyes starting to adjust.

I reached to bottom, and to my amazement, saw a huge expanse of corridors. There are tunnels right under my Aunt Clara’s house! The tunnels go as far as I can see.  I wondered if it was empty. Suddenly hearing noises,made me realize I was not alone. I tried to slowly go up the stairs, when I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders. I looked at it and saw giant claws holding on to me.  A scary-looking creature, almost twice my height had me by the shoulders and was not letting me go.

It effortlessly lifted me, and took me in a cage.

Time seemed to have passed a lot and did not know how long I was held captive.  I wrote down everything I knew and tried for ways to send it to the outside.

If you are reading this, warn everyone! There are monsters tunneling underground.  Their network is already extensive.  There are many of them. My fate as of you reading this is uncertain. Who – or what my Aunt Clara is, is also unknown.

I pray it is not too late.

–End–

Writing Prompt based of “Down the Steps”

Hmm… Interesting…

I haven’t been on WordPress in a while.  I find the new look interesting.  It looks fresh, and seemingly easy to navigate. Plus, I do like seeing the blogs I follow immediately greet me as I log-in, rather than the freshly-pressed ones. I also like how they are generally presented.

I wonder if I’ll be able to post stuff here, or keep it idle and just lurk in other blogs. Well, either way, if I do have content worth posting, I’ll definitely post.

See you around.

Gundam and Transformers: A look at two robots

A lot of people mistake Gundams for Transformers.

I don’t blame them, there are a lot of similarities between the two, but the difference is also huge.

Artificial Intelligence.  Transformers are sentient beings.  They are another alien race of their own, with mechanical bodies and they came from a different planet.  Gundams are mobile suits.  Well, that term does not really help much, but by the term “suit” – it means that people “wear” them, right? But in the case of Gundams – people pilot them.  My vague memory of the Transformers series tell me that while people can ride the Transformers in vehicle mode, in robot mode, no human are within the robot itself.

More than meets the eye. Who doesn’t remember the theme song of the Transformers series? The Transformers, as the name so subtly suggest, are robots that can transform into something else. The Autobots transform to more civil-themed vehicles, while the Decepticons are more war-like. Now, here is where some people get confused, because some Gundams do transform.  The original Gundam had the mobile suit transform from a fighter plane (Core Fighter) as various parts of the mecha are sent to it. There are some Gundam models, such as Kyrios from Gundam 00 which has the ability to transform to a fighter plane. To the uninitiated to the Gundam franchise, I wouldn’t be surprised if they view this as a “transformer” ability and mistake the robot as another series.

Gundam Kyrios, transformed to Fighter Mode.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Made in Japan.  The original Transformers animation, though it is owned by an American Company, was animated in Japan.  I made the mistake to think of it as a “Japanese Anime” because of the animation style.  It was only a few years ago that I found out that the Transformers franchise is actually American, but was actually animated in Japan. Gundam is 100% made in Japan. Well, at least that is what I know. Unless they ship off some of  the animation to some sweatshop that colors or performs some minor animation outsourcing (which I highly doubt).

Now, why the confusion? Well, thanks to the revival of the Transformers and the movies made by Hollywood, Transformers has become more of a popular culture than Gundam.  Although it is tiring for me to sometimes point out that a certain mecha show that I am watching is not Transformers, I try.  Although at times, I just simply state that it is not Transformers, but Gundam.

I know that there are a lot of similarities and differences between these two animation franchise, but from my perspective, these are the things that I find most notable.  What about you? Do you have anything to add?

Eyeshield 21 Ep 6 – Recovering from Pain

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Eyeshield 21, an amateur at American Football, yet a person with a great talent in speed suffered his first tackle.  It was a rather painful one.  It most likely damaged not only his physical body, but also caused some emotional scars.

We have a natural avoidance for pain. (Unless you’re a masochist who prefers to receive pain…) Such is observed when we accidentally touch a hot object and we react with reflex by pulling it away. Once pain is experienced, we would rather not have to go through it again.

I can imagine the fear of possibly going through another painful experience. And that could affect us mentally, which would then affect us physically.  We tend to be more careful, and try to take lesser risks that could result to the pain.

How would Sena react to this turn of events? He’d rise to the challenge, of course!

We fail, we fall, but we must stand up and rise again.  What does not kill us makes us stronger.  Once we overcome that fear of experiencing pain again, we become braver.

I find it timely that I try blogging here again with this episode.  After my previous post, I felt that I should try again. Hey, no pain, no gain, right?