Domain Registration, No Sweat!
Have you ever tried to register domain and realized that it’s going to cost you an arm and a leg? Some registrars charge as much as US$35 a year for a .com domain, and there are sites that offer premium domains at skyscraper prices. For example, the domain “nobody.com” is for sale at US$100,000, while the domain “somebody.com” is being offered at US$50,000. But if you’d like to register a domain that will be for personal use there’s no need to spend more than the price of a decent dinner.
You will also need to look at the various domain name extensions that are available and what they represent, so that when you do register your domain, it will be to the point and purpose of your website. Top level domains (also known as TLD’s) have come a long way since the original .com .net and .org days, and extensions have been tailored to reflect the web site’s line of business, content or target audience.
If you are registering a domain for your company or organization and have enough of a budget for building your internet presence, you might consider buying more than one extension to your desired domain name. The wisdom in this is if you own the .com, .net, and .org versions of your domain, there will be fewer chances of another entity being mistaken as you or of anyone with malicious intent posing as you.
Places in my past (Part 1)
Kowloon House, West Ave., Quezon City
Q.C. was where I spent my grade school years and there are numerous places that I remember from my past that I now have no idea if they still exist.
Special occasions meant special places to eat. One of them was the Kowloon House over at West Ave. I had always craved for siopao from Kowloon House ever since I was pregnant with Maia (never did get any at the time since we lived in Guadalupe Nuevo then and had no idea if the Kowloon House still existed).
One night a couple of weeks ago, Sam and I met after work near Quezon Ave and he decided to take me to Mister Kabab, a place he’d long been telling me about. When we got to Mister Kabab the place was packed, and there was a waiting line a kilometer and a half long at the entrance. I looked around for an alternative, and there it was, just a couple of stones’ throws away, it’s big red neon sign still as bright as I remembered it during my childhood.
Birds’ Nest Soup and Tea
It was just for supper, and we were both watching our food intake, but there’s no denying we had to have the birds’ nest soup with quail eggs. To me no meal at a Chinese restaurant is complete without birds’ nest soup. That and a pot of jasmine tea and the handle-less white cups that you drank it from.
Broccoli in Oyster Sauce
One thing that may prove difficult to do in a Chinese restaurant is to adhere to my no-rice diet, but one look at the menu told me I had to have the Broccoli in Oyster Sauce. Is oyster sauce fattening? I didn’t know and I didn’t care at the time.
Fish and Vegetable Stir-Fry
Sam stuck to his no red meat meals and ordered the fish and vegetable stir-fry, of which I had a couple of pieces. Yummy.
The waiters looked like they’d been there ever since the restaurant first opened, mild mannered and middle-aged they knew how to converse with the diners in addition to serving the food with remarkable courtesy.
It’s places like this that really remind me of how things were when I was young, before fast food and lining up at the counter ever became the norm.
In the hearts of men
A layman’s tour of the Scottish Rite Temple on Taft Avenue, Manila.
My husband Sam became a Freemason late in December of 2006. It is by this association that I finally entered that building on Taft Avenue that I had seen often enough as a child. The Scottish Rite Temple is a stone’s throw away from my paternal grandmother’s dress shop at the corner of Nakpil and Taft, a mere arm’s breadth from the Philippine Women’s University. In the numerous times that I had passed it, whether looking out of of the window of my aunt’s old Ford Taunus or with my head turned east while I held my older cousin Binggay’s hand while walking to the Goldilocks outlet on the west side of Taft, I had always thought the SRT was a church of some sort.
I have been inside the SRT only twice. Once was in January of 2007, to witness the installation of officers of the Jacques deMolay Lodge No. 305. The second time was last Saturday, the 19th of January 2008, also for the installation of officers of JDML 305, to which Sam was the newly installed Lodge Secretary. I brought a camera during the first visit, but I only took pictures of the ceremony, and not of the features of the building itself. On this second visit, I took more liberties with my camera. Let me take you on a slow walk through the interiors of the Scottish Rite Temple.
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