11|23|2009 Never Forget

November 23, 2009. Ampatuan, Maguindanao. 58 mudered, 32 were journalists.

Justice for the victims of the Maguindanao Massacre.

Live Blog: Pacquiao vs. Margarito Fight

but lonely is a freedom that breaths easy and weightless

Stumbled upon this goldmine via Mr. Ebert's tweets. I think I'd like this better in audio. The video makes it redundant. The poetry is beautiful in itself. They need to be alone. Ha!

HOW TO BE ALONE 
by Tanya Davis

If you are at first lonely, be patient. If you've not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren't okay with it, then just wait. You'll find it's fine to be alone once you're embracing it.

We could start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library. Where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books. You're not supposed to talk much anyway so it's safe there.

There's also the gym. If you're shy you could hang out with yourself in mirrors, you could put headphones in (guitar stroke). 

It's not happening.

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Fun Times! [Weezer - "Memories"]

Not a fan of Jackass, but Weezer, fuck yeah! Fun times, this song. And raw.

I hear an anthem in the making. That is, if the band and the recording company wouldn't be a jackass, pulling out Youtube videos with this song.

I sea food!

It's World Food Day. And I sea food.

In Tagbilaran City, you don't know nothing if you don't know Kainggit, and at Kainggit, you haven't eaten nothing until you've had its renowned kinilaw na kuja (some kind of oyster).

Additionally, it's #sentisabado time and what perfect time to hark back the glory days of Kainggit, when it was the bomb way back when. But yes, Kainggit, is still there. And the kuja. And camote, saging, and lechon. But most of all, yes, the floor's all still slimy and slippery!


[Notice that I'm writin' in US slang, which ain't necessarily grammatically correct. Hah!]

Blog Action Day - No Way! Panglao Artificial Islands

The absurdity that is the  proposed project dubbed Panglao Oasis Islands

Today is Blog Action Day. This year bloggers from around the world unite to fight the global water crisis.

While we, an archipelagic country, surrounded and within vast water resources, and poured yearly with an abundance of rain, rain and more rain, we have also been stricken with the un-funny irony of having a scarcity of potable water. True. And in Bohol, Panglao Island is the most wanting of water. 

As it is, they are in deep shit already. There's the airport that the governorship is scrambling to get back on the pipeline after reportedly being held back by the yellows. And now they're adding more, with the proposal of artificial islands, what they are envisioning as the Panglao Oasis Islands. The freakin' what? A crisis in the making that's what. Not just for potable water. Not just the fisher folks of Panglao, but the the rich and diverse marine ecosystem in the area. Not just the sea waters around Panglao, but the sea waters in Central Visayas.

Today is Blog Action Day and we say - fuck no - to the Panglao reclamation proposal. Hell no, to the Panglao Oasis Islands!

[This is just a brief note on the Panglao Oasis Islands Project for Blog Action Day. A full feature opposing the reclamation projects in Panglao is still in the works. And yeah, we are taking these to the streets, the beaches, the airwaves, the twitter waves.]

You may say I'm a dreamer, I'm not the only one.

John Lennon turns 70 today. But he'll live on to be forever 40.

Thank you for the music Mr. John Lennon.

[SentiSabado time. I'm picking this up from the great Twitterverse and will be doing this hereon. That's the idea right. Remembrance of things past.]

I get it, I think I may become the rain.

"With hope. Love must end with hope." (A Knight's Tale)

Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer

Metric's latest album, Fantasies, is easily the most played playlist in my media player in the past months. Next to Madonna's Celebration, maybe.

I first heard this, Help I'm Alive,  in a Tudors teaser back in BH. I was awestruck. Hypnotized probably. Moved most definitely.

I tried to look it up and to my surprise it's by Metric, one of the really cool bands that I've just discovered recently. The acoustic version is especially more riveting.

Wahooo!

Today I learned I'm actually afraid of heights. No really.

We got invited (via Sunday Post's lifestyle section Flare and courtesy of the Loboc LGU) to try out the newest eco-adventure offering in the province, the Loboc Eco-Adventure Park. And I was really excited because I saw the pics from another newspaper The Bohol Chronicle the previous Sunday and it looked really awesome to view the Loboc River and the Busai from above.