My Own Little Man-Diary: 2012

Monday, July 16

The Dark Knight Rises

A little over a year ago, while I was surfing the net, I came across an article that was equivalent to a "breaking news" story. It had a label in all caps and everything. The article was about having to tweet with the hashtag #TheFireRises, and if enough tweets are accumulated will reveal an image; every tweet equaled one pixel on the image. I engaged, and was very proud to help in revealing the very first image of Bane. Thus started the viral marketing campaign of The Dark Knight Rises.


This was the first image to show Tom Hardy as The Dark Knight Rises' villain, Bane. And from that, you can tell how menacing he looks.


Like the previous installment of Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy, The Dark Knight, a viral marketing campaign was focused heavily on the antagonist of the film which was then the Joker. The words "Why so serious?" stylized with the Joker's smile was one of the more popular marketing strategies for the movie. However when Heath Ledger died, the marketing campaign was steered into another direction; into a more Harvey Dent direction. From then on, it was "I Believe in Harvey Dent."

The very first time I saw the marketing campaign for The Dark Knight, it was just a clip shown before a movie. I forgot what the actual movie was, but I distinctly remember a train passing by then a Batman logo is shown with a pair of eyes on top of it, making it out like the logo was a smile. I knew then that I was definitely gonna watch the movie. Flashforward to more or less a year, and there I was, witnessing one of the greatest superhero movies ever made by far. Only to be beaten by (I'm hoping), The Dark Knight Rises.

I'm not saying that other superhero movies are bad. I mean, I love how they did The Avengers, and all other movies that preempted it. Christopher Nolan's trilogy, for me, just shows a level of storytelling that is just hard to match. Then again, I might be too bias. See here.

When I helped and saw the picture of Bane, I made it a point to tell my friends to clear out their schedule for July 20, even though it was still a year ago then. I told them that we should watch it in IMAX. Nothing else will do. A normal theater would not have held the level of epicness this film will have. I knew it then, as I still know it to be now.

Over the course of the year, bits and pieces of the film came surfacing through: the first teaser trailer, a closer glimpse of Anne Hathaway's Catwoman, more into Bane's cunning persona, and lots and lots of explosions; specifically, a massive explosion featuring a football stadium. And these were all from the internet. Check the first teaser trailer here.

Movie posters soon came into light. I don't remember what the first ever movie poster was. But the movie posters that stuck with me were: the one where you see Batman's mask broken with a Bane walking away and the ones with the characters in what seemingly is rain, and on the top of the poster there emblazoned the word, "RISE." Simple as it may seem, it really gets you interested. 


Soon after, IMAX tickets were made available for advanced purchasing. We were quick to make sure we bought the tickets sooner rather than later. Mind you, this was a month ago. So, a month before the film is to be shown, and only mere days since advance tickets were announced for sale, we had already bought our tickets and made sure we saw the movie on the day it comes out. July 19, 2012, a day earlier than it's released in the States. The amount of dedication we have to watching this film is just so unheard of from us. 

This Thursday is just going to be awesome, I know it. Three more sleepless nights to go!

July 19, 2012. The Legend Ends.

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Buy your tickets now! 
Here are some links to the major cinemas in the Philippines.

If I were you, you'd go with IMAX no questions asked.










Saturday, June 23

One of These Things Is Not Like the Others

A month into starting school, it becomes painfully clear that I'm gonna graduate a year later than my original batchmates. The thought had occurred to me, but the reality has come and it sucks. Fuck you, reality.

Of course, I am happy for them. I'm just bitter, I guess. It's my fault anyway.. for failing in the first place. Some of my original classmates failed too, and we have class together. So I have a little company. Most of them though, have already established themselves with the batch that they've already made a lot of friends. I have made a couple of friends, but most go by mere hi and hello's. Nothing more.

 I don't really expect I'll be close with these guys. On some level, I understand. To them, I am an unknown terrestrial. When I still had a class with my batchmates, I didn't really get to know our irregulars, but I didn't cast them out either.

 The vibe I get with my present classmates now is weird. I feel very alienated. I try to behave as I was with my old classmates, but it doesn't work. I crack a couple of jokes here and there, but all I get is silence and it gets awkward right after.

 Oh, well. I might as well get use to my situation. It's not like I have a choice in the matter. It's all you can do, adapt; survival of the fittest, I guess.

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It's been awhile since my last post. Nothing post-worthy, I guess. I'll try and post again soon.

Tuesday, April 10

Wishes and Other Things

I wish everything just sort of worked out for me.

As in the present time. I'd be living in a world that recognized everything that I've ever accomplished but I've never actually went through them. It would be like a flash of light would just pass by me, and in a blink of an eye, I'd be living my perfect life, without problems and free.

I wish everything just worked out for me.

Without me ever even trying to. All the hard work is too much for me. I don't like it, lazy by choice and limited. I don't want to ever work for what I want,  I dislike having to. And if I want something, I can't have it because I can't have it by natural ways.

I wish everything just happens.

I don't want to live in the present. It's too hard, living life, and going at it day by day. Wouldn't it be better if things just went this way, than the other? Wouldn't it be better if this happened to everybody, and conflicts and war would be over?

I wish I didn't have to try for you to like me.

The things I have to do to even make you understand the way I feel are hard for me to keep up. I don't know how to be the guy who is everything and everywhere, and whatever you want to  be. People aren't built that way, which just sucks. It doesn't even feel like you know.

I wish I didn't have to say.

Things are too complicated to comprehend. It's just better if someone you're talking to knows how you feel right away, from the tone of your voice, or from simply your voice, the mood and the body language your convey. Isn't that enough?

I wish all my problems would just go away.

It sucks that you even have them. It sucks even more if there deemed irrelevant to others, and they mean the whole world to you. They just don't understand, but sometimes I don't either. That's just another problem I can't handle.

I wish I were older.

So I can know that everything I've ever tried to do mattered. I don't want to grow up, and seem pointless. I would want to have made a mark for at least a tear or two.

I wish I didn't write this.

I'm quite intoxicated, and left without nothing to say. I don't know whether to be embarrassed or to be proud for everything to be out there, out in the open, for all the world to see, to ignore.

I wish everything just works out for me.

I don't want to have to knowing I might have to make up for something I didn't do.

I wish these just happened.

I wish these were true.


Sunday, March 18

We're Getting Older

I'm four years into college now, and this week is finals week. My lazy personality is getting the best of me, opting to write this post than to actually study. But don't worry about me, I've read a little bit whether it's actually related to the actual test is a mystery.

If I were in any other course, I'd be graduating this year. Or not. It really depends on my determination. Let's just say I am very determined, and I am in fact graduating this year. Then I'd be a very happy camper. But that's not where I am, I'm in a five-year course and I'm already delayed a year which makes my total years spent in college six.

Many of my friends are graduating this year. It's nice to see them move up in the world, getting a degree and starting a new chapter in their lives while I, still stuck in college, am bound to attend their graduation parties, eat and sulk in the process.

Laziness should be classified as a disease. It's not really, but it's a better reason than just being naturally lazy. A friend of mine told me that there's a point of time that we can't rely on not studying anymore, it might have worked in previous years, but it's getting serious. (@mikes41720, Michael Brian TiƱa). Tests before had been, in relation to the present, easier. I agree with him, but it doesn't faze me enough to actually start trying, or trying harder.

The painful truth is that we're all getting older. Friends are graduating, and you're left behind. Friends are getting married, and you're alone. Friends are having kids, and you're still one. Four years into my college education, and I find myself thinking that maybe I'm not meant to be a physical therapist. Twenty years into life, and I'm stuck in a rut.

I still want to finish though. All this time and effort, no matter how little, can't go to waste. At least after finishing, I'll have a diploma to show off, and maybe get taken seriously. If you invest in something, you just have to make sure that it's the right thing to do.

A slightly bigger push and I'm almost there. Two years is a little while longer than I had expected but there's nothing else to do than to stick it out and try your hardest. In the long run, it might be worth it.

I hope it is.

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Sorry for the unorganized post, it's just a thought I think I want to get out there. A thought I want to share. It's exactly how my brain is right now, unorganized. I know some people might relate to this, some of my friends especially. Here's to us, and to our cloudy futures!


Tuesday, March 13

Gym Woes

Two months now, and a couple of days into my third month since I started going to the gym. Since then, I've lost a substantial amount of weight, or it seems that I have. Either way, it's nice to get a couple of compliments about the weight loss though it is Filipino nature to deny them.

Anyway, going to the gym is not always fun and games. Sometimes, not at all, not even close, but some people do have fun going to the gym, staying fit and lifting weights. So when dreading to have to go to the gym, decide to have a gym buddy, a friend you go to the gym with.

I had one such friend, but he's abandoned the role now to fulfill other earthly duties. Dick. But the times when we went together, it was great. That just means you at least have someone to talk to during your breaks from working out, or if you're just really lazy to workout then that person will be there working out while you annoy him.

Being alone now at the gym isn't so bad. There are other friends I've over the past two months. Most of them, acquaintances really, just giving out the occasional hi's and hello's. That's what you get at the gym. Well, for me that is. I seem to give off a very bad first impression which I've grown to know about myself.

The more and more you frequent the gym, the clearer it becomes, shit's not gonna happen if you eat like there's no tomorrow. Many a people would wish that food contained zero calories, so that people didn't need to go to the gym to burn it off. But if food contained no calories, then what would we run on? If only we were like cars, and just ran on water (to cars that could), or some other form of energy.

Over the months, I've gotten more conscious about my body than I ever was. I was a person who didn't really care much for whatever I ate, but I'm learning. So to remedy this, I actually began using an iPod app that counts my food intake, myfitnesspal (check it out, it's free.)

The good thing about this is it's database is fairly extensive, but only if you've got a connection to the internet.  Using it without the online database, it is still pretty useful. The only downside to this is that there is no way to actually tell that you've eaten the same amount to account for the number of calories that's shown in the app, although it can guide you to become aware of what you're eating.

I've been having a hard time keeping up with my diet recently. Food just seems to pop up everywhere I look, it doesn't help that there's some in the fridge. Today, I was on the treadmill and a show on television went on named Food Network Challenge: Ice Cream Clash. From the name alone, you can infer how much food I wish I could have right then and there. Needless to say, I was on the treadmill thirty minutes more than I usually do.

Summer is fast approaching. With only less than two weeks left, beach parties are bound to be about, to celebrate the ending of classes and the rising heat of the sun.

It's time I get serious about my going to the gym.


Monday, February 13

Di Ingon 'Nato - Synopsis and Review

*SPOILER ALERT*
Di Ingon 'Nato movie poster
The movie starts off showing Dario (Franco Reyes). He is seen walking with a lamp in his hand, on his way to his house. He gets inside a room, and puts down the lamp. We see a person writhing, and bound. Dario nears the bed and unsheathes his machete, and forcefully hacks at the person. 

Scene cut to: Dario waking up from a bad dream.

It then shows various aspects of how Dario, a farmer, goes about his life, having meals with his family(wife and child), going about his work, and at night, having a drink with his friend. The next day, the wife, Yenna (Mercedes Cabral) is on her way to a trip to do some laundry, and Dario going to the friend's house to look for him. The film shows the wife's process of washing clothes, and as she places the clothes on shrubs and bushes to dry, she sees the friend of Dario's approaching her. She makes a comment, but the friend doesn't answer. She screams, and Dario not being far off, runs towards the noise. As Dario sees his friend trying to bite his wife's leg, he takes his machete out and kills him. 

Other characters are then introduced, like Lauro (Rez Cortez), the police captain there in the area, having dinner with his family, a daughter-turned doctor, Maribel (Donna Gimeno), who came to help at the local clinic, and her priest uncle. 

The next morning, Lauro is called out to a crime scene, a local had just killed a girl unknown to most people in the area. The suspect says that girl was demonized and once he killed her, the evil spirit went inside him. The local authorities brought both victim and suspect to the police station, the killer's wife included. 

Maribel just arrived home from being called to a local's house to help a family's daughter, looking depressed. When her mother asks her about it, she tells her that she couldn't save the girl. After spending a little time at home, she goes back to the clinic in what seems to be a rabies outburst, people getting bitten and dying.

The wound on Yenna's leg is getting infected, and Dario promises her that he will bring her to the local clinic, but she tells him not to because Dario might get convicted of killing someone. As the wound worsens and Yenna's condition gets worse, Dario asks his son to call the faith healer, Nong Pinong (Greg Tecson), to help with his wife.

As the son walks away Nong Pinong's empty house, he encounters people bloodied and walking towards him, passing him by as he hides from them. 

Nong Pinong was called out by the family of the dead local girl to help. He performs a ritual on her, and to his and everyone else's surprise, the girl wakes up and grunting. He tells the family that he saved the body, but not the soul, and with the empty body, a spirit had gone inside to inhabit. The family takes the girl to the local clinic.

Lauro and the others are at the police station deciding to do with the girl that was just murdered. He ultimately decides to have her taken to the city police station, but he tells his companion to bring the body discreetly. Inside the station, the wife of the murderer is mourning the death of her husband who had died from his wounds, telling him not to leave her. And he wakes up and kills her, and wreaks havoc in the police station. The people managed to get him locked inside the station.

The movie then cuts to the scene that was shown at the start, it is revealed that the writhing person on the bed was Dario's wife. The next morning, he takes his son with him to go to the police station where Lauro is, knowing that the police captain has a car, hoping they might convince him to take them out of the area. 

At the clinic, people had started to die from their wounds and Maribel, feeling helpless, gets depressed. She sees the local family bringing their daughter up to the clinic and is horrified, knowing full well that the girl had died when she tried to help her last night. 

Nong Pinong tells the family that only the priest can help with their daughter, and they ask the priest to help. She is brought to the local chapel, and the priest performs an exorcism on the girl, hoping to drag the spirit out. The priest had been bitten, but was still able help, albeit unsuccessfully. 

Maribel explains to her father about the dead girl, and they, together with one of her father's men, Istoy, and Nong Pinong go back to their house to find her mother. When they arrive at their house, they do not find Chit, Lauro's wife and Maribel's mother. And Lauro tells them that he will not leave without her. Lauro tells them to stay inside the house, and to tend to Istoy who had been bitten.

Dario and Nat-Nat were travelling on foot, and Dario explains to his son that there are monsters lurking, the "Di Ingon 'Nato" (Not Like Us), telling him that they are just like us, but really unlike us. On their way, they come across a woman in a nearby river and Dario warns her that the area is unsafe, but the woman is already turned. Nat-Nat was being attacked, and Lauro who was looking for his wife, kills the attacker and saves Nat-Nat. They all go back to the house to find refuge. 

Lauro, Dario and his son arrived back at the house. Lauro and the entire group take his old truck and drive off, but the vehicle stops short. And they see that a group of the creatures going towards them. Maribel and Nat-Nat are told to run back to the house, bar the doors and stay there, while the others fend off the group of attackers.

It is shown that the group is outnumbered and they all die, one after another: Istoy who was too weak to stand and fend for himself, Lauro who had run out of bullets, and Dario and Nong Pinong too outnumbered to attack with their knives.

Back at the house, Maribel and Nat-Nat are stranded in a corner. Maribel and Nat-Nat, the only people left, crying, see the creatures trying to get inside, destroying the doors. The movie ends with Maribel holding Nat-Nat close and covering his eyes.

Fade to black. Title. Credits.

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Poster featuring the movies at the Cinema One Film Festival

From the very start of the movie, the problem I had was the lighting. The film relied too heavily on available light. And when a scene was filmed at night. The only light that was available was the lamp which was being carried by one of the characters.

The entire environment of the film was beautiful, showing off the local forest and the creatures that inhabit it (not the zombies.) But it seemed like that after every scene cut, they always cut to ants crawling on a rock, clouds turning from day to night. This was a very good idea, at the beginning of the film. When they cut to these kinds of little scenes nearing the end, it makes it very anti-climactic, and it made the film's pace slower than it already was.

The film also suffers from weak dialogues. The characters' back-and-forth seemed so empty. The recorded voices were also at sometimes too low which made the conversations inaudible. One particular scene was when Yenna was talking to Dario's friend. So, it was a good thing that there were subtitles, but the English subtitles suffered from weak translation. I could not blame the translator because some words in the Cebuano dialect can be very hard to translate. 

The lack of a score in some introductory scenes gave the film a sense of eeriness; if it was done to give it that, then well done. But I feel a little more than the environmental sounds could have given it a little more. 

I praise the costume design, the zombies and the people they feasted on seemed very real, reminiscent of the "walkers" of The Walking Dead. The only downside to the gore was the killing of the zombies which looked like cheap splatter done in post-production. 

The parts of Lauro and Dario were very well acted. Props to Mr. Rez Cortez and Mr. Franco Reyes. Donna Gimeno really carried out scenes where she cried, and to the child actor playing Nat-Nat who carried out his innocence well.

Another thing that I liked about this film was its ending. It did not live up to the expectations in my head that it would end in a sappy "happily-ever-after" kind of way, but nearing the end I had gotten a pretty good idea that this was the ending they were going with. 

I think that non-Cebuano viewers would have a hard time relating to the characters. The audience members, comprised of mostly Cebuanos understand the language enough to have a good time, and laugh at some of the weak English translations and some tight close-up scenes of Mr. Rez Cortez cursing.

All-in-all, the movie was okay, not as bad as I thought it would be. But this is considering the fact that I was with friends at the time of viewing. If you would watch this alone, this movie would get too boring, and you would just have the urge to skip ahead. 

The movie gave me a sense that Cebuano films are still well under their way, and maybe other young and aspiring filmmakers could one day take up the responsibility and make a name in the Filipino film industry.

Watch if you will, the Cinema One Film Festival is only available for show at SM on Cinema 3 for only 100 pesos. Here's the schedule below. Watch now, support Cebuano indie films!










Monday, February 6

Shaken and Stirred

2012 is starting to show its true colors. With a grand show on January celebrating two new years, it certainly made an impact on the Filipino people on February; 6.9 (on the Richter scale) impact to be exact.

Earthquakes are somewhat a rarity in Cebu City, or so minuscule so hardly felt it. Or really, none at all. Every time a person asks, "Did you feel that?" An automatic response would be, if you did, "Hell yes." If not, "Earthquake?"

Assumptions on these kinds of things are all you could really do, especially if you haven't felt one (an earthquake) yourself. Like myself, I had not experience feeling an earthquake. People would just start running, and or just do nothing and ask that question: "Did you feel that?"

I had one such experience. Two family members and I were out watching a movie. I was very young at the time, and I had forgotten what movie it was. The only thing I do remember is there being an earthquake there. And the people inside the theater had to evacuate. Some people just left themselves without being told, but some people didn't even flinch. One of those people: me.

Earlier this morning while walking up to the corner, I saw this homeless guy looking through some trash. In his hand was a revolver, it was probably a pellet gun, considering he was a hobo, and who the fuck would leave a revolver in the trash? Just a Monday morning through my perspective which is totally real by the way.

At school, the old facilities were getting an upgrade. This was going on for a few weeks now, or months rather, I don't really know. If you're a Velezian student, and you had to use the PTOT classrooms, then you would be sure to relate, the noise during those drilling, sawing, hammering can drive any studious person on edge. If you're just there, physically present, then you'd just think those things are noisy, interrupting your conversations with your seatmate.

Being a Velezian student, you don't really hope to there when an earthquake hits, knowing all the shit that's happening in your environment. If the ground so much as shakes, you get out of there. No questions asked, if that was just some large person jumping, then say you had to go to the restroom, or say nothing at all.

On my way outside the school premises, the continuous clatter of a bell could be heard, and people had started making their way outside as well. My friends and I were unaware of the situation and just found the noise annoying. When we got nearer outside, the noise grew louder. We found out that the guard had been hitting the bell. We approached him and asked what was happening, people still going outside, running now. He informed us of the current situation and stopped ringing the bell altogether.

The college entrance was filled with people. A similar feeling of Sinulog, but not quite. People were too dressed in white, if it were Sinulog, white would've been overpowered with paint. The crowd was not panicking, some still didn't know why they were being evacuated. Unlike most of them, we had gone outside on our own.
Here are people panicking. (No, not really)


I had gone to my mother's office. Her office was in a building at the third floor. When I got there, she asked me if I felt it, and I answered that I hadn't. We got into talking, about my brother who was at his school. Then it hit. The first aftershock I've ever felt in my life. It made me dizzy, as well as the other ones.

When I got to the gym which took a long time, people were still talking about it. I had heard somebody said that a motorcyclist drove along Colon St.(one of the busiest streets in Cebu) and exclaimed there was a tsunami.  The people panicked and rushed to the inner city, away from any near shores. Chaos ensued, cars were left, showers undone. Of course, I just heard these stories, but they're well enough to be true. I heard even traffic enforcers and police officers ran.

Not all the stories I've heard are chaotic though, a friend of mine told me she just kept all her things while her other friends had started to cry or just felt panicky. Hey, you gotta at least have your things when you get swallowed by a wave, right?  I mean, how would they identify your body? Just kidding.

Hours after the earthquake, aftershocks are still coming in. And from what I've heard it'll last a couple of days, or weeks since it happened on a "new fault line" or whatever that is.

Whenever a natural disaster happens, it's not always okay, but if funnier stuff happened then at least you have something to share. Unless, of course, if you're dead.

I'm gonna have to suffer some nausea. Damn, quake.

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Sorry for the bad post guys. This is what happens if I force things.

And BTW, kudos to the dick who freaked people out for nothing.

If you're feeling a little Jurassic Park-y, try putting a plastic cup or glass of water near you, and when an aftershock happens, see what happens.




Thursday, January 26

All That Remains

A friend told me of his plan of getting bald. He encouraged me to join him in his endeavor. When I asked why he was doing it, he told me because he wanted to be bald during his internship. Well, that was the gist of it.

The guy had never been bald, which is a lie of course. We all come out of the womb with little or no hair, and even then when you were inside growing you were bound to start from being hairless. I had been bald once only since my childhood. Why I did it, I don't know really.

The one thing I remember from that experience is the reaction of my mother. From getting my haircut, I went straight home and do the things that I do, which is first and foremost, turning on the computer. I idly sat down and left my door ajar. When my mother passed by my bedroom door to get to hers, she noticed that my head had been shaved. That moment was priceless.

Not all good memories emerge from hairless heads. Well, not then. A day in the city that never sleeps and my sister and I decide to go out and have a haircut. My sister had her minds set on having a mohawk. On the other hand, I wanted to have hair that swept my face. It was on the verge of my FOB(fall out boy) days, and the hairstyle was popular then.

We went to a barbershop that was up in Queens, far away from where we lived, but my sister said this was where she usually has her hair cut(or just in the area, I'm not quite sure anymore), so we went. It was like a Chinatown in Queens, the stores were mostly labeled in Chinese, and so were the people. Maybe it was Chinatown Queens. The barbershop, not surprising, was employed with Chinese people. The woman who cut our hair was not really good at speaking English, or when she did speak it was with her very heavy Chinese accent.

The poor woman could not grasp my sister's directions clearly, and the work she did on my sister's hair was nothing close to a mohawk. If only she could press Undo like in photoshop. So with the unsatisfactory hair my sister had, she told the woman to just shave it all off. The Chinese woman was shocked because, well, she must have thought she did a pretty good job, might as well have given herself a pat on the back. My sister didn't mind, this was option #2.

When we got home, we were waiting for our dad to arrive. He always arrived near dinner time. Our dad was carrying a bunch of papers for I don't know what (je ne sais quoi). When he opened the door, he glanced at me then to my sister then threw the papers at my direction and, in a fit of rage, walked out the door. Well, that turned out nicely.

Years have passed and my hair had evolved into different hairstyles. This was, in turn, thanks to hair wax. I could mold my hair any way I would liked. And this continued on until earlier this morning, when I took up my friend's offer, months before he did the same.

Why I did it? No reason, nothing but to try it again. It seems that there must be some reason to cut hair, especially if you wanted it bald. This is popularized by mainstream TV shows that sometimes show when a character is going through something. Sometimes, it is true though, all the more for cancer patients. When it comes to the that, going bald is more like a symbolic gesture of control.

This is the process of how it went down.

Before, During, After (or near)
The one thing I was really looking forward to was my friends' reactions. When I told them of my plans the day prior(or at some point before that), they were really against the whole idea, saying that I wouldn't look good bald-headed. I agreed with them. I often classify my hair as an asset, like my glasses. When they saw me, they were shocked, but were retracting their statements, some preferred my old hair.

I kind of miss my hair already. And I keep telling myself, it'll grow back. And it will.

I just wish some of it grew on my face.

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What was done cannot be undone, but what once was can be rebuilt from the ashes.



Wednesday, January 18

Dark Days of the Internet

It has begun.

The blackout has started, with the most popular site being Wikipedia. Other sites have also done the same, blocking/lessening any user interaction for the most of January 18, 2012.  Notable sites participating in the blackout: Google, Wordpress, Reddit, Mozilla, and many more. For a more detailed list: check here.

The strike is to fight against two bills proposed by US legislators: the SOPA (Stop Online Piracy Act) and PIPA (Protect IP Act). When the SOPA was first introduced, it was met with very negative reactions, mainly from the web community.

SOPA, as it name entails, aims to stop online piracy but many believe that this is not actually going to do that. As I'm not really good at reading laws, or just lazy to do it. I'm gonna redirect you to http://blog.reddit.com/, which is part of the strike. The homepage shows an article on what they believe about the effects of passing SOPA and PIPA

Most people are unaware of the fact that SOPA can be damaging to the global community that is the internet. Casual users that go online for social media sites like facebook and twitter might not have the luxury on doing so. SOPA, as I've read, violates the First Amendment which prohibits  the making of any law respecting an establishment of religion, impeding the free exercise of religion, abridging the freedom of speech, infringing on the freedom of the press, interfering with the right to peaceably assemble or prohibiting the petitioning for a governmental redress of grievancesWith freedom of speech most affected.


If passed, search engines might have to censor links to other websites. Some websites might not be available to go to. And any site with at least a page of "infringement" could be gone for good. Well, until they make another one. Streaming media can also be considered a crime, this is a very big deal to frequent YouTube goers.




This mostly affects the United States. But with the US considered to be a leader in the world, other countries are bound to follow suit, enacting similar laws. To have a clearer image of what this will be like, this will be like living in China, a communist country. 


I, personally, am having trouble in writing this post. Not having the backing of my usual knowledge-to-go site, Wikipedia, I've come to realize at how much I've relied on the site. But that's what it's for, it's for the community. Jimmy Wales, co-founder of Wikipedia, was in a good place starting this website. And I fear if SOPA is made law, internet websites won't have the luxury of booming like others did. 


Wikipedia on Jan 18, 2012, 24 hours of darkness


Casual users may not appreciate acting against this right now, but if and when social media starts getting censored, they'll have a more active role. By then, it would be a little too late. So, start fighting against SOPA and PIPA now. 


Censorship is a  ████ .


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LOL, I get how stop SOPA sounds stupid. (Stop, stop..) 


Do your part now!


Links to oppose SOPA:  (most of the petitions are for US residents only, but you can still help)
http://americancensorship.org/modal/state-dept-petition/index.html
https://www.google.com/landing/takeaction/
http://stopcensorship.org/
If you have a facebook, twitter account or on any other social media account, say something about SOPA, raise awareness.

Click here to change your profile picture to show your for stopping SOPA.http://blackoutsopa.org/goddre

#sopastrike #stopsopa


Further reading:
http://blog.reddit.com/
http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.uscongress/legislation.112hr3261
http://hdl.loc.gov/loc.uscongress/legislation.112s968 

BTW, it's possible to circumvent the Wikipedia blackout, https://meta.wikimedia.org/wiki/English_Wikipedia_SOPA_blackout/Technical_FAQ%20






Monday, January 9

Zero 2 Twenty

Since the ringing of the New Year, I have been counting down the days 'til my birthday. And that day is now upon us. But few people knew that already. FEW. Many people didn't know, or didn't realize.

I had thought about doing an experiment whether people actually remembered my birthday. Nowadays, people have a habit of relying on facebook to tell them that it is, in fact, someone's birthday. Well, I'm not exactly one to talk. In times, I do check facebook for whoever is celebrating his/her birthdays, but most of the time really, I don't. I have my phone's calendar for that.

I really had a mind of going on about removing my birthday from my profile, so people won't actually see it. They just had to know it was that day, my nameday! But I thought about how people might really not remember, and don't really greet at all and how it might get me down.

Not telling people was not going well when I was having a celebration a few days my actual birthday. Saturday evening, I had my party and invited a few of my friends over. They would ask what occasion there was, I would respond that there just was. Some people got the hint that it was me celebrating my birthday. Sadly, knowing I don't dole out invitations to eat somewhere on a daily basis, some people didn't get it.

My mother and I had posted some pictures of the event, and some people who saw it actually thought that my birthday was on that day. So, some people posted on my timeline (for ancient users, "wall") on facebook and mentioned me on twitter, and I replied that it wasn't yet. It was just the party that was advanced, family members didn't greet me on that day which was right. Well, one did start greeting me on the sixth. And again on the seventh.

The time had come! January 9th had come! My 20th nameday! On the strike of midnight, I tweeted, "0 to 20." This meant the end of my countdown, which to some became pretty obvious what I was counting down to. Two friends greeted since the ninth started, and I haven't even slept yet. On facebook, two again posted on my timeline, one my dad and the other, the same person who texted me, he greeted again on twitter. Then I slept, but it took awhile before I got to it.

The morning of the ninth, I wasn't expecting much. Living in the day and age of technology, memory could easily be erased from storage, or in the case of the brain, hidden under many layers of other memories. Family greetings are almost always the first to come, they should know when you were born. It's like a requirement for their living, and the same responsibility is bestowed upon you.

When I had gotten to school, the same people who went to my party were the first to greet me. And this was in front of the class, so naturally, classmates started greeting. And non-classmates chimed in as well, when mutual friends told one another. Such is the word of mouth, a very powerful tool indeed.

People have a way of thinking that something is missing, or ought to be happening, that "oh yeah" moment when you realize that you know what it really is. When older friends got to that moment, they texted me. Text messages varied on the time of day. Some greeted in the morning and in the evening, but most really were in the afternoon. I was glad to know my high school friends remembered even without the notification on facebook.

Nothing noteworthy really happened on my birthday, but it's nice to get recognition for being born; even if it's social media that makes it happen. When I got home a number of people had posted on my timeline, I could literally count how many.

It's kind of sad how I want people to greet me on facebook for my birthday, but truthfully it's a nice feeling when they do, even if they barely know you. Or if you've since grown apart by time or location.

To all my friends who greeted me, in person or in any social media site I'm on, thank you. Really. To those who just forgot, were busy, or had something else on their mind, I hope you see I had my notification on again. Greet me nao! ;)

Now, I'm just giving out thank yous like a whore.

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Highlights of my day today:

  • Went back to the gym
  • Controversial test got null and void. #dueprocess
  • Bought myself a new pair of shoes (for the gym)