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I never forget her. Never have, never will. I may be distracted by the toxicity I face in school, may be distracted by the happiness of being with people who make me happy, may be lost sometimes in my thoughts that even I cannot fathom. But forget her? Pfft. Never.

I smile, I laugh. Which is really good. But at night, when I’m alone, whilst I’m looking at her picture… Yeah, the usual. I cry. I used to wail (silently), you know? Like bawl out, screaming without a sound, asking disbelievingly why she had to go. Seems unreal that’s it’s been a year and a month, and 16 days since I last heard her voice and saw her still, cold body and face.

I could still remember what people kept on telling me after what happened. I’m so sorry, life goes on, you’re the mother of the family now, she loved you so much, you were her reason for surviving, etc. ย Yeah, she was mine, too. That’s why I wanted to die when she left. Left this world. Left my Dad, my then 9-year-old brother. Left me.

Hey, this is not an emo post. I’m actually glad tears aren’t falling down my face as I’m typing this, unlike last year, just a mention of the word “Mom” makes me depressed and want to throw myself into the pits of hell, wailing in agony and grief. But a post regarding her is quite connected to new social media, so don’t go chewing me off yet.

Here goes my “what if” list. Out of the many.

1. What if she had a Facebook account?

I’m quite envious of some of my classmates and friends who have their parents on their “Friends” list (though it really sounds weird). Up to some point, it seems nice. Until they see that tagged picture of you in a sexy pose and a drink in your hand while in a party hosted by your organization. Gee, that scenario is so great.

But I do think about it. What if she had an FB account, and she invited me to be her friend? What if she had a Twitter account, and she started following me? It would seem that the online world would not have much hold on me since I’m quite limited in my online actions. She was very strict and conservative. But, I remember her allowing me liberties since she trusted my rational, responsible, intellectual mind. That I am old and smart enough to know the consequences of my actions.So, then again, it might be fun to have her online.

And so the question continues: What if?

2. What if UnliCall arrived way earlier?

Telebabad. That’s what. Every minute I’m out of the classroom.

I’ll be honest: I didn’t reply that often to her text messages containing “Haus ka na?” It’s one of the many things I truly regret. I kept turning it in my head how much she wanted to hear from me more often than I updated her back then. I feel that I am such a bad daughter because of that. I should have. I could have. But I didn’t.

Oh wait. No what if’s here. Just regret.

3. What if Heaven had Wi-fi?

She still wouldn’t be able to contact me. Did God give her a laptop? A desktop? A netbook? I sure hope He did.

But now that I think about it, she still wouldn’t be able to surf the Internet well. She doesn’t know how to do so! *chuckles* I can still remember when she would shriek at me, “Anak, anong nangyari? Bakit nawala? Ay, bumalik! Ay, tatay mong kalbo, nawala ulit! Ayoko na!” Don’t worry. The computer’s fine. She wasn’t.

One more: What if God taught her how to now that she’s up there? That would be cool. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Mama, my beloved Mama, you are always in my heart, my mind, my memories. I wish I had the chance to teach you better how the Net works, or show you games other than Zuma (which you loved tremendously). I wish I was there when you were in pain. I wish I was there when you breathe your last breath. I wish I was holding your hand while it was still warm with life that was slowly ebbing away from you. I wish you’re still alive to finally see your wish fulfilled: that of me graduating on time. I wish. I hope. I pray.

19 years later, you're still as beautiful. ๐Ÿ™‚

I love you. Always.


This is featured in You Tube right now:

This video/interview triggered me to look back on a few things and a few memories. Sesame Street (obviously), Batibot, Sineskwela… A few shows wherein the most violent thing that could happen would be the mascot tripping on his own feet. To trigger a few memories from you as well, look at this:

Pong Pagong and Kiko Matsing! I missed you!

And this.

Tayo na sa Sineskwela, tuklasin natin ang siensya!

I find it simply amazing. To think that these shows existed when we were just 4 or 5 years old. And yet, they are still present in the media stream. Well, not exactly the shows. Maybe we could attribute their continued presence due to the fact that some schools still use the VHS now turned VCD/DVD copies of these shows, especially the educational ones, for the elementary students to watch.

They’re upping themselves too, you know. They have Facebook fan pages! And Batibot is coming back to town on TV5! Weee! ๐Ÿ˜€ Apparently, our childhood things and memories still won’t allow us to let go. They can still co-exist with the present times, just revamped to fit the new generation of children (who are more pilosopo, to be honest). And to keep up they also utilize the wonders of the Internet, NSM. They don’t just have impact in our memories. They now have digital footprints as well! ๐Ÿ™‚

I may not be a kid anymore, but I'm still excited to see them on TV again. Sigh.

The use of the Internet to re-plug themselves in the main stream media is a good move, compared to another use of NSM (refer to a previous blog post). Not only is it because this tool is so part of our daily lives right now, but also because the coming generation they are now going to cater to (yes, you li’l bro with an FB account) is well acquainted with it.

How do you reach out to your audience again? *waits for reply* That’s right! Know their habits. Make it a practice, and improve your methods to adapt to their needs and wants. In this case, they’ll be connecting more to kids who think cellphones are so overrated, and parents who want to cling to some shred of reality that they are still in control.

But, anyway. ๐Ÿ™‚

As for me, I’m just finding one thought funny right now: The idea that I can finally be friends with my childhood idols Elmo and Big Bird. A dream come true!

Maybe they’ll let me visit them some time. On Sesame Street, of course. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I’ve been married for 21 years, and I have 3 kids, all girls. My eldest just graduated from high school. ย Want to meet each other and have an affair? Maybe have coffee or something. You don’t have to tell your husband. My treat. ๐Ÿ™‚

Oooh. You infidel.

I kid you not.

There are websites that encourage couples, especially married ones, to have an extra marital affair. Or two. Maybe even three. Take for instance this one. But please, do not become a loyal, or even just a one-time customer. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ You cannot simply mistake this for any another dating site, what with that banner up there.

Married but still looking for some extra fun and excitement?

Hey, don’t mistake me for someone who visits these kinds of sites. I don’t even go to those dating sites “for the lonely”, etc. I stumbled across this when we debated about it, with the motion that TH would ban websites that encourage/promote having extra marital affairs.

Yeah, if only it was this way instead.

On the onset, I am simply horrified. I get that somewhere in this world and the cyber one are some site makers that are really out of ideas. But seriously, this?? ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

On the other hand, if this kind of website exists, with the rules of economics, if there’s supply, then there must be demand. It probably came out of necessity, just like the term “coprophilia.” Or they had really smart site creators that know the statistics of people who want to have affairs is enough to create millions out of it.

But STILL. What happened to the beauty of monogamy?

Entering these sites and interacting with other unsatisfied is understandable up to some point. Maybe love is lost. Maybe you felt it it’s going nowhere. Maybe your partner is even cheating on you as well. It’s always a matter of choice. The decision is always yours.

And yet, it makes you think: is new social media really living up to its name of involving all social aspects, even the societally unaccepted ones? Sad that you’re looking for love online when the one you’ve promised to cherish and to hold is right within your reach. And yet you’re not doing anything to at least fix the relationship (if this is your scenario, that is).

Honey, I'm (right) here. ILY. Wait, I got mail...

If this is how NSM would be, turning our society by further twisting principles to fit the market’s desires and making them into the new norms, I’d prefer cutting off myself from the online community. Except Facebook maybe.

Probably the saddest truth is that, regardless of the means, infidelity, affairs and third parties will always be there. The methods just changed and maybe things got a bit more efficient. In the end, only one thing stands in the way of keeping the beauty and sanctity of a marriage or a relationship.

It’s your choice, John Doe. Always has and always will be.

As Britney Spears sang it, we all have things that we hide, things that other people never thought we would be. Secrets. In that one word, it evokes something from you. A thought that can either be pleasant or unpleasant. Mostly the latter.

We all have the tendency to hide. The tendency to shirk away from the idea of talking about our secrets and sharing them with others, let alone think about them. But as another quote says (which I remember was mentioned by Mr. Weasley in HP Movie 5 — Hello, Movie 7! :-)), “Truth will out.” Unless you’re that good at keeping it, of course. Or you don’t get bothered by the fact that you inadvertently were the reason why someone died or something. Theoretical scenario, of course.

However, if you feel that you can’t just go on with life without letting at least one person know about whatever devastating clandestine fact you have tucked away in your heart and mind, or if you can’t bear it that you just want to let it out, scream it, just this one time… Believe or not, the Internet has a solution for you.

Such an easy step: just post your secret here.

Pooled secrets, yet each are unique.

As you can see, it’s a very literal site. Literary and creative. According to Wikipedia,

The simple concept of the project was that completely anonymous people decorate a postcard and portray a secret that they had never previously revealed. No restrictions are made on the content of the secret; only that it must be completely truthful and must never have been spoken before.

The site, which started as an experiment onย Blogspot, was updated every Sunday with 10 new secrets, all of which share a relatively constant style, giving the artists who participate some guidelines on how their secrets should be represented. It recently began posting approximately 20 new pieces each Sunday after a week when Warren mysteriously did not post any new secrets for one week.

It was founded between January 1 2005 – 2007 by Frank Warren, who for me is one brilliant human being that enabled a freedom that cannot be experienced justly through other means.

Frank Warren. The man who showed you could (post secrets).

Honestly, when I first discovered this site, I was a tad scandalized. The first secret I saw posted was of a naked woman, and a secret with something between the lines of “rape” and “avenge.” I was in 2nd year that time, and I wasn’t even 18. But when I started going back to the site (don’t get any ideas), I realized the variety of thoughts these people had, and yet they are able to find people who could relate to and understand them. The comments section allowed efficient responses, especially to those who really needed them. Like this moving secret:

I surely hope whoever sent this didn't do so. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

This postcard sparked a movement right on Post Secret. There was a flood of post cards and comments that told the sender, “Please don’t jump!” At first, for any apathetic person, it’s just another being who wants to get the spotlight a.k.a. KSP. But have you ever thought of that person who lives far away, in the middle of a city full of people yet feeling so alone? Everyday he/she passes by the Golden Gate, looks down on the dark waters and contemplates death?

If anything, I thank Post Secret for showing me that there are people out there who have their own dirty laundry, but they still have the courage to admit these even though it’s through a clandestine, beautifully-crafted post card. No matter how weird, scary, or angsty these things might be.

Thank you, online world, for providing us our privacy (still, regardless of the privacy issues right now) and allowing us to voice ourselves and making us realize that in this Earth full of 6.6 billion people (and counting), we can make a change in another person’s life, or be changed by the concern of others.

At times, I’ve thought of sending one. But there’s still the hesitation that my art won’t be as good as theirs, or that people will mock me when they realize that secret was mine. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ One day, I just might step up.

Would you care to try? Let me know.

Secretly. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Familiar? Unless you’re an inherently unhappy person (who doesn’t watch TV at that), this commercial probably hasn’t graced your vision yet.

But just in case, let me update you (though I deem it unnecessary); A new advertisement trend would be the recent Coca Cola = pure joy and happiness theme being propagated by the said beverage. But of course, marketing Coke varies from one country to another, as to be culturally oriented and pleasing. No sense in angering the buyers, after all. The irony. ๐Ÿ˜€

Happiness in different directions.

Aside from effective marketing, Coca Cola has been an institution in terms of how it has affected (or limited) our drink choices whenever we go to a sari-sari store on an errand. The usual: “Ate, pabili nga po ng Coke, yung Sprite.” — Oops. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ Here in the Philippines, for most of the masses, that is, softdrinks are equated to Coca-cola. Much like the overused Colgate is seen similar to toothpaste (Colgate na Close-up).

But even with Coca-cola being a relatively old organization (the product itself dates back to May 1886), it has been very open to engaging new ways of catching the market’s attention, proven by the transition and evolution of its advertisements that in one way or another make us smile (or buy a bottle of Coke). Earlier in class, Sir Barry mentioned that we Orcommunicologists should always wear our OrCom hats and give new light and guidance for ye olde organizations who are closed to the idea of going with the Internet and Social Media Age. Thankfully, our popular drink brand has been very active in keeping up. How? Check it out here.

Adding social media = Coca cola's great golden grin

These Online Social Media Principles have been developed to help empower our associates to participate in this new frontier of marketing and communications, represent our Company, and share the optimistic and positive spirits of our brands.

Not only are they encouraging their employees to go online, search forums that talk about their product, and get involved through comments and replies, the company has also formed ethical guidelines that remind employees who they are representing. That even though they are commenting as free people, they are bound by their employment and be the online spokespersons that propagate a lot of Coca-cola love and happiness (reminds you of our comm blogs, huh?). It’s basically the S (Social Media) Model at work. (Don’t worry, I’d rather not go into the details. I won’t risk boring you. :-))

So we see, Coca-cola is like an old-timer who is trying to catch on with the young ones and actually looking cool in the process. In the end, I think we can foresee a very happy ending, er, journey for their new endeavor. ๐Ÿ™‚

The old man receiving happiness... for a change.

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