I wasn’t planning to post something tonight. My night’s schedule was full of “Sign Up on these sites” and “Watch these videos on YouTube.” And then I saw something in my Facebook Newsfeed. The post wasn’t even eye-catching, but for some reason, I found my self clicking something that would change my priority to-do’s tonight.
It was a screen capture of a YouTube comment of someone’s comment on YouTube. It says, “God doesn’t exist. Even if he did. He’s an asshole.” (That’s it, word for word, letter for letter, and punctuation for punctuation.)
That wasn’t the big deal. What I was then curious of was what the near two-thousand and hundred comments say.
The comment box was full of hate comments, with words like stupid, fuck you, ape, and mental. Trust me, there were so many harsh words, I gave up reading after the fifth comment.
Now, even if we note that this YouTube guy was the first one to drop a harsh words regarding these thousand of people’s religion, did the comments on the screen capture show a high, or higher, state of intellect? Clearly, without debate, we can all say “No” to that.
While it is being delivered, I will be side trippin’ around the MM for my July-August issue article.
That, my friends, is how you put something on Worldwide Trends. *I do the slowest bow in front of you*
Just after I consumed a whole bacon and egg sandwich for snack here in Mandaluyong, Kuya Cervin buzzed me on chat. There’s a fire at NDC Compound, Pureza, he said. It took a full five minutes for me to reply. I was shaking. I knew my geography damn well, and I know where I’m staying is called Pureza. I nearly puked everything out.
This article is a nominee in Global Editors Network’s Int’l Data Journalism Award.
Three of the writers, all of the I personally know, are from Bicol University College of Arts and Letter’s Print and Broadcast Media Department.
Friends, neighbors, enemies, don’t be sad/happy yet. The door of mortality is not yet closing on me. The HIV is not killing me (because I don’t have it, and I know how not to get it). I am still fully capable of things you can do. (I am talking to you, hyper YouTube guy in a Bieber wig. Well, I hope that’s a wig.)
So here’s why I am taking my time to write something like this (And why this early): I almost got hit by the fastest moving object known to (at least my) memory. No, it wasn’t a Bugatti Veyron, but something almost as fast as that. Why it was overspeeding, I didn’t know. I would not know. Walking as if nothing “almost”-happened, I reasoned to my self that the driver was probably in a hurry to reach the Johnny, or something was up back at his place like an emergency, or a come-to-me-baby invitation from his wife.
“Tagalog pala ang program a, ‘wag mong papansinin ‘tong mga engliserong ‘to (We will speak in Tagalog during the program, don’t mind them),” Sir Kris Lacaba, the editor in chief of Side Trip Travel Magazine, told me before the program started. He was referring to Miss Yvette Tan (former editor in chief of the Asian Traveler magazine), Sir Vic Lactaoen (of Conde Nast, which is very synonymous with luxury), and Miss Nyel O’yek (the friendly freelance travel writer of Side Trip Travel Magazine). They were all happily conversing in English.