10 Reasons Why You SHOULD Date a Gamer

And because I play some games, I was amused about this post I found on facebook so I decided to repost it.

Reason #1: We make awesome dates Gamers have the tendency to put their imagination in everything. Because we spend a lot of time playing games, contrary to what other people think we don’t see the world as mundane or boring, we actually see it as our own personal playground. Every single date is an adventure. We’re usually game (yes I just had to) for anything. In fact, we’re so game (yes I had to do it again) we think of the most creative, silly and unique ways to go on a date.

Reason #2: We are low maintenance To complement the previous reason, as much as we enjoy going out on dates, we’re pretty much fine with just staying in, ordering pizza and just, well… playing a game or going on movie marathons. Regardless whether we’re having a date outside or inside the house, we find ways to make it awesome. Although it is nice to be treated somewhere fancy, we have no qualms with just having beer and playing monopoly at home.

Reason #3: We know our machines We won’t nag you about fixing our computer. Chances are we already know how to fix our system (and yours too!) We know what HDMI cables are, what GeForce is and the difference between HD space and RAM. And even if we don’t know exactly what it is, we are not afraid to learn. Even the most casual of gamers have a working knowledge of their system. We won’t wake you up in the middle of the night because we can’t connect to the internet.

Reason #4: We are thoughtful When we give gifts, we don’t just give gifts for the heck of it. A stuffed bear? A bouquet of roses? No, that’s just too easy. We want to give you a gift that truly means something to you. We search and investigate about what you really want. For us, gift-giving is a challenge. We don’t take it for granted. There’s that one gift out there that would draw out the best response from you and we, being gamers, take on that challenge like a Final Fantasy mission.

Reason #5: We are prepared for a Zombie Apocalypse We are not just prepared to destroy the traditionally slow undead, we are also prepared for fast zombies, Jockeys, Spitters, Boomers, Chargers… yes, all those late night Left 4 Dead sessions will save our asses. Once a Zombie Apocalypse breaks out (and come on, we all know it’s going to happen really soon) you will need someone experienced to fight with you. We’re the best ones to have by your side. Not only do we know how to deal with every kind of zombie imaginable, our experience in co-op will make us a valuable ally. You won’t die with us around.

Reason #6: We don’t give up easily No matter what kind of problems we’re facing, we always, always find a way to make things work. If something isn’t going as planned, we look for alternatives and other buttons to push. Blame it on the frustrating hours playing Lufia 2 on the SNES. A gamer will always find a way to solve a problem. We won’t give up on you.

Reason #7: We are not clingy Gamers recognize the value of alone time. We respect your privacy and don’t intrude with your affairs. We are neither possessive nor jealous. You want to go out with your friends late at night? Okay, sure. We don’t demand that you give up your whole life for us, we’re happy with what we can get. We don’t demand that you’re at our beck and call 24/7.

Reason #8: We can be your fanboy/fangirl Have you seen all those PS3/XBOX fan wars? Well… gamers are devoted, passionate and extremely loyal, almost to a fault. When we like something, like really like something, we go all out. We will admire you and support you in whatever you do and you can bet your socks that we will defend you to the death.

Reason #9: We don’t mind waiting Aside from the fact that we’re so used to staring at a loading screen, making us patient little buggers, gamers usually have at least one portable gaming device. So, you’re going to take 2 hours more to get ready for our date? Okay, that’s good. We can level up while waiting. It’s a win-win situation.

Reason #10: We are heroes All gamers are heroes. Even the ones who like to play the bad guy. Deep inside, we are all hard wired to save the world and save you from harm. Hey, if an Italian plumber can go through dungeon after dungeon to save an elusive princess, we as gamers can go through anything and do anything just to be with you. Sing with me now… I am a man who will fight for your honor, I’ll be the hero you’ve been dreaming of~

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THE BEST DIVORCE LETTER EVER!

Dear Wife,

I’m writing you this letter to tell you that I’m leaving you forever. I’ve been a good man to you. For 7 years & I have nothing to show for it. These last 2 weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today & that was the last straw. Last week, you came home & didn’t even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favourite meal & even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in 2 minutes, & went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don’t tell me you love me any more; you don’t want sex or anything that connects us as husband & wife. Either you’re cheating on me or you don’t love me any-more; whatever the case, I’m gone.

Your EX-Husband
P.S. don’t try to find me. Your SISTER & I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!

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Dear Ex-Husband,

Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It’s true you & I have been married for 7 years, although a good man is a far cry from what you’ve been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining & griping. Too bad that doesn’t work. I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the 1st thing that came to mind was ‘You look just like a girl!’ Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can’t say something nice, I didn’t comment. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago. About those new silk boxers, I turned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, & I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning. After all of this, I still loved you & felt we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job & bought us 2 tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason, I guess. I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won’t get a dime from me. So take care.

Signed,
Your Ex-Wife,
Rich As Hell & Free!
P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl. I hope that’s not a problem.


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The Burnt Biscuit

I bumped on this short story this morning and I thought this would be perfect to pass around. I don't own this story but I want to share it to others.

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides, a burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!" 

You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults and choosing to celebrate each others differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. So, please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burned one will do just fine! And please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life. I just did! Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.

ENJOY LIFE NOW - IT HAS AN EXPIRATION DATE.

FAITH IN GOD

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Somewhere in Milaor, Camarines Sur, there lived a fourth grader boy who would follow this route to school everyday. He has to cross the rugged plains and cross the dangerous highway where vehicles are recklessly driving to and from.

Once past this highway, the boy would take a short cut, passing by the Church every morning just to say "Hi" to God, and faithfully say his, "Magandang umaga po" in Bicol dialect. He was faithfully being watched by a Priest who was happy to find innocence so uplifting in the morning,

     "Kamusta, Andoy? Papasok ka na?"
     "Opo padre ... ", he would flash his innocent grin, the Priest would be touched. He was so concerned that one day he talked to Andoy.
     "From school...", he advised "do not cross the highway, you can pass through the Church and I can accompany you to the other side of the road, that way I can see that you are home safe."
     "Thank you father . "
     "Why don't you go home? Why do you stay in this church right after school?"
     "I just want to say 'Hi' to my friend, God," and the Priest would leave the boy to spend time beside the altar, talking to himself, but the Priest was hiding behind the altar to listen to what this boy has to say to his Heavenly Father.
     "You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat although my seatmate is bullying me for notes. I ate one cracker and drank my water, Itay had a bad season and all I can eat is this cracker. Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how he feels so I gave my last cracker to him. Funny but I am not that hungry.
     Look, this is my last pair of slippers. I may have to walk barefoot next week, you see this is about to be broken. But it's okay, at least I am still going to school. Some say we will have a hard season this month, some of my classmates have already stopped going to school. Please help them get to school again, please God?
     Oh, you know, Inay hit me again, it is painful, but I know this pain will pass away, at least I still have a mother. God, you want to see my bruises? I know you can heal them. Here... here and .... oh ...blood ....I guess you knew about this one huh? Please don't be mad at Inay, she is just tired and she worries for the food in our table and my schooling that is why she hits us.Oh, I think I am in love, there's this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita. Do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend! Hey your birthday is two days from now!!! Aren't you excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have a gift for you. but it is a surprise! I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go." then he stood up and calls out,
     "Padre, padre, I am finished talking to my friend. Can you accompany me to the other side of the road now"

This routine happens everyday. Andoy never fails. Father Agaton shares this every Sunday to the people in his church because he has not seen a very pure faith and trust in God, a very positive look at negative situations.
One Christmas day, Father Agaton was sick so he could not make it in the Church, he was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to 4 manangs who would chant the rosary in 1000 miles per hour, would not smile and would always find fault in what you do, they were also very well versed in cursing if you irritate them! They were kneeling, saying their kilometric rosary when Andoy, coming from his Christmas party, playfully dashed in.
     "Hello God! I ......"
     "P----!! (a curse) bata ka!! Alam mo nang may nagdadasal!! Alis!!"

Poor Andoy was so terrified, "Where's Father Agaton? He is supposed to help me cross the street. And to be able to cross the street. I will have to pass by the back door of this church .not only that, I have to greet Jesus. It is His birthday, I have a gift right here."

Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the manang pulled his shirt and threw him out of the church.
"Susmaryosep!!! (does the sign of the cross fervently) Alis kang bata ka, kung hindi matatamaan ka!

So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road in front of the church. He crossed. A fast moving bus came in.

There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andoy died on the spot. A lot of people crowded the poor boy, the body of a lifeless young boy.

Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man in a pure white shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears. He came and carried the boy in His arms. He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked,

"Excuse me sir, are you related to this child? Do you know this child?"

The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, looked up and answered,
"He was my best friend." was all he said. He took the badly wrapped gift in the bloody chest of the lifeless boy, and placed it near His heart. He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared in sight.
The crowd was curious.

On Christmas Eve, Father Agaton learned of the shocking news. He visited the house, and wanted to verify about the man in white. He consulted the parents of Andoy.

"How did you know that your son died?"
"A man in white brought him here." sobbed the mother.
"What did he say?"
The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do not know him and yet he was very lonely about our son's death, as if he knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and unexplainable about him. He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He brushed my son's hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead, then he whispered something..."
"What did he say?"
"He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift. I will see you soon. You will be with me..." and the father of the boy continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so wonderful. I cried, but I do not know why. All I know is I cried tears of joy. I could not explain it, Father, but when that man left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense of love inside. I could not explain the joy in my heart. I knew my boy is in heaven now but tell me, Father, who is this man that my son talks to everyday in your church, you should know because you are always there. Except at the time of his death."

Father Agaton suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with trembling knees, he murmured,
"He was talking to no one but GOD."




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Practicing Pronunciation and Articulation

Today was the third day of our comskills training and the trainor gave us paragraphs that highlight the vowels of the English language. It was given to us so that we can practice and pronounce the vowel sounds. And I would admit that /ä/, as in hot, is my downfall. Anyway, the paragraphs (I think) are nonsense, so don't bother understanding each story. It's the vowel sounds that counts.

The /æ/ sound.

The Tan Man

A fashionably tan man sat casually at the bat stand, lashing a handful of practice bats.

The manager, a crabby old bag of bones, passed by and laughed.

"You're about average, Jack. Can't you lash faster than that?"

Jack had had enough so he clambered to his feet and lashed bats faster than any man had ever lashed bats.

As a matter of fact, he lashed bats so fast that he seemed to dance.

The manager was aghast.

"Jack, you're a master bat lasher!", he gasped.

Satisfied at last, Jack sat back and never lashed another bat.

The /ä/ sound.

(and my downfall >_< huhu)

A Lot of Long Hot Walks in the Garden

John was not sorry when the boss called off the walks in the garden.

Obviously, to him, it was awfully hot, and the walks were far too long.

He had not thought that walking would have caught on the way it did,

And he fought the policy from the onset.

At first, he thought he could talk it over at the law office and have it quashed,

But a small obstacle halted that thought.

The top lawyers always bought coffee at the shop across the lawn.

And they didn't want to stop on John's account.

John's problem was not office politics, but office policy.

He resolved the problem by bombing the garden.

The /ʌ/ sound

What Must the Sun Above Wonder About?

Some pundits proposed that the sun wonders unnecessarily about sundry and assorted conundrums.

One cannot but speculate what can come of their proposal.

It wasn't enough to trouble us,

but it was done so underhandedly that hundreds of sun lovers

rushed to the defense of their beloved sun.

None of this was relevant on Monday however,

when the sun burned up the country.

Those were the vowel sounds that most of us have difficulty in pronouncing. In addition, here is also another practice paragraph. It's somewhat like a tongue twister though. It's for the /th/ sounds, as in they (the voiced /th/) and three (the unvoiced /th/).

The /th/ sound

      The throng of thermometers from the Thuringian Thermometer Folks arrived on Thursday. There were a thousand thirty-three thick thermometers, though, instead of a thousand thirty-six thin thermometers, which was three thermometers fewer than the thousand thirty-six we were expecting, not to mention that they were thick ones rather than thin ones. We thoroughly thought that we had ordered a thousand thirty-six, not a thousand thirty-three thermometer, and asked the Thuringian Thermometer Folks to reship the thermometers; thin, not thick. They apologized for sending only a thousand thirty-three thermometers rather than a thousand thirty-six and promised to replace the thick thermometers with thin thermometers.

There was also a /v/ paragraph but then I was not able to get hold of it. So, I would like to share this famous quote. It's from the movie "V for Vendetta" and was said by Hugo Weaving (you now, the Elrond guy from Lord of the Rings). You can check the qoute on youtube =  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=26h-H6CFO-A

     But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

I would also like to suggest that you visit www.forvo.com. They have good phonetics and some audio for you to listen.

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The Letter

Dear Jan,

  How are you? I hope that you are happy with your life now. I know you are a strong young lady. I know you can overcome the hardships that hinder your way. Do you still remember the day when your Mom had a brain tumor and had to be operated? You were left at home with your younger sister while your dad was taking care of your mother. You were just barely eight and you did the household chores by yourself. You didn't even break a single plate! When your parents came back, your Mom had amnesia. She couldn't remember you.  She only remembers your younger sister. You were heartbroken. But you were patient and kind and strong and you never gave up loving and taking care of your mother. You are you. You are not a noob or a weakling.

  Do you still remember the day you topped the DOST exam? All of your uncles, aunts, and cousins, even your parents, thought that you'd flunk it. They thought you'll be on the lowest section coz you're boyish, you curse a lot and most of your friends were boys. Only I, believed in you. And you really did showed them. You are smart and witty, Jan.

  Do you still remember the day your parents told you that they don't have the money for your college education? You looked for a job to support yourself. You worked hard for your tuition fee and you graduated with good grades. I know you are a hardworking person and it still shows. You got that attitude from your dad.

  Do you still remember the day you knew you were pregnant? You were devastated coz you weren't ready. But you faced it with courage and said goodbye to late night parties and booze and road trips and beach hoppings. All for the sake and the health of your baby. And you never ever thought of abortion. Look at you now, you are a happy mother.

 Do you still remember the day when your dad passed away? You thought that God has forsaken you. You were so down. But you stood up and proved to everyone that you can take care of your family. And that YOU can handle your family's business. You sure did show them.

  I just want to remind you of these beautiful qualities that you possess. You're a fine lady. And I hope you can see that too. You've been into bad times and sad times. You may have some obstacles you're struggling right now, but don't worry. Don't forget to believe in yourself. You can do anything you want.

  Just don't forget to remember that I'll always be with you. Your shadow friend, your conscience, and your guardian angel. I'll always be here to remind you about the goodness in you. Just be you.

Love,

Yourself :)