Happy International Women's Day

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We do this every year. But we struggle daily, 24/7. And we fight. And march on. All the time.

Remembering the Bohol Oktubre Kinse Linog

Exactly one year ago, the island of Bohol snapped from beneath, rocking the very foundations of our faith and fate as a people.

In less than a minute, I saw our stone churches reduced into rubble, homes crumbled and toppled, lives lost, families shattered, dreams interrupted.

While today, I shiver still, as I remember the people we lost – the kids crushed by  a falling wall (the only concrete wall of their house), the farmer pinned down by a falling debris from a chocolate hill, the churchgoers buried under centuries-old rubble , fathers, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters, friends, classmates, colleagues, neighbors, strangers – and I shudder still, as I remember the earthquake, the 7.2 magnitude swaying of the ground, the eerie crackle of breaking earth, the raging groan of the tumbling hillside, the fierce seething of the sea waters, and the uneasy trembling of our hearts – I quiver more in rapture of the spirited humanity that engulfed the whole of Bohol during those most trying of times.

Padayon sa pagbangon, Bohol.

Bye, for now!

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In case anyone asks, I'll be in Ethiopia.

I'll drop by, from time to time (meaning: never).

See you in two years!

BAD 2013: Blog for Human Rights!

Register for Blog Action Day (BAD). I did. BAD 2013 will be on October 16 and will focus on the topic: Human Rights.

It's a Rummage!

Happy 15th, Google!

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 I know, it's no longer active.)

Selfie

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?

It's me. Not The Master.

I'm on a quest. 

I have tons of unwatched films in my external hard disk. I'm out of HD space and have to delete the movies, pronto. 

Finally! Paypal Access Restored

After months of nearly feverish appeals to the PayPal Compliance  Department, my account access has been restored - finally.

We all want to change the world, let this be a revolution

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)".

Mystery Boy from AI led me back to Nature Boy

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