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On November 27-30, I took part in the Bohol Climate Walk 2015, a 99-100 kilometer walk from Tagbilaran to Anda, to call for 100% clean energy in Bohol and the world and in solidarity with the People’s Pilgrimage to the Paris climate talks. (Two climate walkers have shared their stories, this past two Sundays.) I made a similar trip by car, in 2007, which I wrote about here (“Go East! Chronicles

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After about three attempts (I think I tried a couple of times back in Ethiopia and then once again when I came back but was too busy to pick  it up), I finally, finally picked up my e-prepaid card from BPI (where I also do my banking). As opposed to the first tries (which I applied for online), I went to the bank first and see if my card from the last application was still there. As

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Bittersweet.  I only knew so little about Marina, before this. And now there's Ulay. This video shows more of their impassioned deeply relationship, interrupted. For the better, I think.

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Remember the fallen. Remember the fear. Remember the grief. Remember the heartache. Remember faith. Remember strength. Remember kinship. Remember resilience. Remember relief. Remember gratitude. Remember grace. Remember love.

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Phew! I started this over the weekend, Building a Better Response, a self-paced e-certificate course, which aims to enhance the capacity of national and international NGO workers and other humanitarian actors to engage with the international humanitarian coordination system in a manner that improves overall coordination and responds to the needs of crisis-affected populations. I'm no

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Gipamugos nga red. I was in neighboring Siquijor island for Akbayan Central Visayas' Campaign Management Training the days (and nights) where the the blood moon was set to rise. Unfortunately, we were at the side of the island that does not face the east. So no moon rise view for us. The supermoon was still stunning though, even though it wasn't so super-large. See you in 18 years, blood

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It's a good day to flood your social media feed with #neveragain to Martial Law sentiments. It's a message that is extremely important to let out these days (years) as an epidemic of collective amnesia on the evils of Martial Law is afflicting this country. It's very sad and disturbing to me who's only read about said evils, how much to those who actually lived through it? You can feel the

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Peace! (on sketchbook, sharpie and acrylic, 2015) My International Day of Peace piece. It's getting to be cliche, but seriously, the world needs peace. Syria, Iraq, South Sudan, Chad, CAR, Afghanistan, Turkey, Ukraine. Our own Mindanao.

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Heneral Luna, the independent film by Jerrold Tarog is the first Filipino I watched in the cinema since Eric Matti’s On The Job. Sadly, I only knew of it after reading raving reviews from Facebook and Twitter friends. Marketing budget was perhaps nil, which is unfortunate because these sorts of movies are exactly what Filipinos need, young and old. I watched a matinee showing at the

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This is insane. Some Filipino Americans actually say they're Pacific Islanders? Filipinos in the motherland would always consider ourselves Asians, Southeast Asians more specifically. We've so little relations with the Pacific Islands. Come on.

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So this LifeHack article by David Khim lists down 19 Real Life Examples of An Extroverted Introvert So You Don’t Get Confused. (Which is actually 20, because he listed down two (2) number 9's.) Let's see if I fit in any of the traits of a extroverted introvert... 1. We’re often quiet, but it doesn’t mean we don’t want to talk. NOPE. When I'm quiet, it's because I don't want to talk.&

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Damn, I miss the cinemas.

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Source We do this every year. But we struggle daily, 24/7. And we fight. And march on. All the time. But there's gotta be a day where we stop, contemplate, celebrate.

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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

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Image Source In case anyone asks, I'll be in Ethiopia. I'll drop by, from time to time (meaning: never). See you in two years!

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Register for Blog Action Day (BAD). I did. BAD 2013 will be on October 16 and will focus on the topic: Human Rights. Founded in 2007, Blog Action Day brings together bloggers from different countries, interests and languages to blog about one important global topic on the same day. Past topics have included Water, Climate Change, Poverty, Food and the Power of We, with over 25,000 blogs

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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.) Some bloopers (in both computer &

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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.

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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.  I must watch more nearly ten, probably more, movies within the week. Movie marathon? Perfect! But there's a reason why these films remain unwatched. They're not the easy types. I have this thing. I have to be in a certain place, mood, to

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After months of nearly feverish appeals to the PayPal Compliance  Department, my account access has been restored - finally. The limitation they imposed was unfortunate. The requirements for certification as a non-profit organization, illogical,  considering my account was a personal account. Anyway, that's water under the bridge now.  I only had like USD50 on my

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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)". But a revolution is

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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

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2012 was pretty smooth-sailing. Nearly monotonous. Nearly. But that's just because I'm ennui-phobic. And most fearful of contentment. That's why I've set 2013 as the year to get a move on - again. Of course, there's the ultimate OPLAN MASTERS. And then some. If Plan A crashes, I'm not gonna get burned. I mustn't. It'll be a busy year for sure. Well, at least, in the first quarter. What with

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Oh, this is precious. A Multiply ad in Facebook. They're still trying to resuscitate this dying site. I'm a Multiply user myself, the photo album, then the blog. Then the online shopping (even after Facebook). Because my online sellers are still there. And it's been tweaked to serve the trading really well. But definitely not bogus-free. I've been duped once. But very little amount. But

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