|This is a fun game!|
Google turned 15 on September 4.
Fifteen years ago, in 1998, I was a college freshman in UP-Diliman, barely knew how to use Microsoft Word, and had absolutely no idea how to use the Internet. My older brother had to help me set up my first email account. (I'm not sure if it was Eudoramail or Yahoo! I know, it's no longer active.)
|Because, why not?|
I'm afraid of mirrors. And at the receiving end of cameras and flashes. Or prying eyes. I mean, who isn't? And this is not a new fear, that's sprung from this egoistic/egotistic society hungry for social likes and retweets. No, I've been like this since I could remember.
I hate being photographed at. Except for when I'm in the right mood, the right mind, the right outfit. Well. But that generally, rarely, happens. But when it does, why the hell not?
People don't have to play this down. This is a revolution. Let it be.
I mean, traditionally, political revolution per se is "a turn around" from the Latin revolutio, thus referring to a "complete change from one constitution to another" or the "modification of an existing constitution" but more popularly "the overthrow of the government by the people (governed)".
And I wanna play this again and again. And sing, too. The lyrics below.
There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far
Very far, over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he
And then one day,
One magic day he passed my way
While we spoke of many things
Fools and Kings
This he said to me
The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return