One click of a mouse or cell phone button. That’s all the effort it will take for useful information to be sent to many. That’s also the same amount of effort to send misinformation to many. Welcome to the world of viral communication brought about by information technology. Information technology is a double-edged sword. In the hands of a vigilant and thinking user, it can be used to virally spread inspiration, hope, healing, and timely and accurate information. In the hands of morons—of which there are countless here in Cebu, the Philippines, and, as a matter of fact, the whole world—it can be the Sword of Destruction. For fairness’ sake, most of those morons are well-meaning—but morons just the same. (Why? You actually think good intention is the precondition to being not a moron?) [ Read the full article ]
One time, on you I laid my eyes, So fast did melt my heart of ice; And burn within a raging fire, Fueled by my deep desire. I have breathed it like the air, To … [Read full text]
Christmas is NOT about Santa Claus. Christmas is NOT about noche buena. Christmas is NOT about peace, justice, forgiveness, reconciliation, love. Christmas is NOT about gifts. Christmas is NOT about family. Christmas is NOT about partying with friends. Christmas is NOT about … [Read full text]
Bundak, Haring Ulan, ug banlasa ang mga luha sa mga tawong nagsubo niining taknaa. Anura sa imong linibong lusok sa tam-is ug bugnaw’ng tubig ang mga luhang parat sa mga nagbakho niining gabhiona. Ang kabudlay … [Read full text]
No blood rushes to my face, nor my heart skips one beat, when you touch me with the giggled touch of a teenage schoolgirl bemused by fancy things. The gentle brush of your skin, the … [Read full text]
Tonight I kiss you with my eyes whose gaze you meet so fleetingly and briefly, just enough time for them to utter a wordless “I love you.” Tonight I kiss you with my eyes peering … [Read full text]
The drought arrived when I heard the last sound of your fading footsteps as I licked the last drop of alcohol on my cracked lips. The dry emptiness of your leaving left me with withered … [Read full text]
My past is awful and happy, a past intimately woven into my present. I have no control over what has been— only in what is and will be. Someday I shall be able to dance … [Read full text]
As children, we used to chant whenever it rains, “Rain, Rain, go away. Come again another day. Little so-and-so wants to play.” The chant sometimes worked—and it would bewilder us. Sometimes the chant failed to … [Read full text]
