Some special things happened on earth 32 years ago. I could not research a lot of things, other than using the help of Mr. Google for information. December 9, 1979 was Sunday back then. I am hoping I have the capability of Lam-ang, an Ilocano epic to be able to conduct a research what really happened that date.

Internet tells that me that exactly, 32 years ago, the eradication of smallpox was certified. This marked the first eradication of any human disease. Before its eradication, smallpox claimed more than 300 million lives in the 20th century alone.

At the end of World War II, smallpox was still reported in 95 countries. The World Health Organization of the United Nations believed global eradication of the virus was an attainable goal and, in 1966, appropriated $2.5 million for a program to promote mass vaccinations. The following year, 42 countries reported 10 million cases of smallpox. On October 22, 1977, the last known case of naturally acquired smallpox was reported in Somalia, and on December 9, 1979 in Geneva, Switzerland, a World Health Organization panel declared that smallpox had been eradicated from the world.

32 years ago, after the victory of their Islamic revolution, Iran decides to accept Soviet Union’s protection under the threat of US intervention after Islamic fighters held hostage 52 Americans after a group of Islamist students and militants took over the American Embassy in Tehran in support of the Islamic revolution.

On that same date, Star Trek: The Motion Picture broke Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope ‘s record ($7,19 mil) for highest debut for a science fiction film & also had the highest debut of 1979.

Armenian terrorists who were fighting Turkey at that time bomb Rome, Italy’s international airport damaging the office of Panam, British Airways and Philippine Airlines bureaus were damaged by bomb attacks took place in city center. New Armenian Resistance Group took the responsibility of the incident, in which 9 people were injured.

A beautiful Francys Mayela Sudnicka, a Venezuelan model of Polish ancestry was born. In 2006 she was the representative in Miss Earth held in Manila against 82 other women as Miss Earth Poland. She placed as one of the finalists. She placed in the top 8.

Olivia Lufkin, professionally known as OLIVIA, is a bilingual singer-songwriter was also born on this date. She is the daughter of an American father and an Okinawan mother. Lufkin began her solo career after being in the Japanese girl group D&D. She gained mainstream success in 2006 after creating songs for the fictional band Trapnest under the alias of Olivia Inspi’ Reira (Trapnest), and the songs were used for the popular anime adaptation of Nana.

Born also on the same date is Chen Hao, Chinese actress, singer and model. She starred in many Chinese films namely Requital (1992), Postmen in the Mountains (1999), Gimme Kudos (2005), Twins Mission (2007), The Founding of a Republic (2009), Tiny Dust, True Love (2009) and also in the TV series (The Great Dunhuang, Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils and Three Kingdoms).

On this same date, two communist rebels Ka Caloy and and Ka Nimfa bore their second son at the hinterland barangays of San Joaquin (part of Ibajay, Aklan) but under the administration of Pandan, Antique.

He was later turned over to his grandparents in Lezo, Aklan, grew up, studied, became politically, socially conscious and is now blogging about this date.

Tomorrow, he will celebrate the International Human Rights Day.

Ideas, ideas. It is what you believe in whether you have get it from other people, reading books, listening or watching the media, or just based on what you experienced shapes the very person that is you. You believe in something that you consider is right and is ready to defend it come what may.

We have derived our ideas from theories. People from the old or the present “thinkers” may have influenced you that later on accept it as you own. Discussion, debates and sharing of thoughts for things you believe and what others do polished your mind for it to become your ideology.

When I was young, my olds told me that a ship or a rice will come out of my wound when I don’t eat the food that I hate. I believe them since I am in no position to argue.

My elder brother Greg, told me that chocolates comes from soil and those little brown hard soil that is located in our backyard are hardened chocolates and I need to watch for new ones for me to eat. I complied but later I discovered that those chocolates were brought from a store and he just want to make fun of me by scattering those tiny chocolates on the ground.

My youngest brother when we were young doesn’t want to eat fish, unless it is a dit dit isda. It’s a fish with no specific specie that we made him to believe because we just heard the children song on a TV that sings dit dit isda.

I believed that God exist not because I have talked to seen him, but because my oldies, neighbors and later on teachers and a priest told me. I was given a bible by a friend and yes, I religiously read it, listened to drama over the radio during Lenten season. I memorized the bible when I was young, but right now, I can’t even pray Our Father without committing a pronunciation mistake.

I believed then that rebels were evil, although my father served as a communist for 25 years before he was caught by the military when I was in highschool. But later, I began to ask why there are rebels anyway?

We were fond of guns after military many times raided our house, stole my grandmothers Spanish coins, and when I went to highschool and later on college I want to be solider. I joined ROTC, and later on took PMA exam but however new ideas forbid me to pursue the career. My brother did join the PMA but upon knowing he is the son of a former rebel he was the target of initiation that forced him to go out and study elsewhere.

I joined LFS in UP Visayas not because I like the ideas of the left. I just joined my 34 other classmates who wanted to have a group and it so happened LFS people were the most active organizers we joined in, but it is only a semester when we decided all to bolt out. I was a freshman in college and my first time to become independent and the hours of meeting every time we go out from class is a chore.

I joined ROTC after but I was being the target of the superiors, maybe their culture of violence forcing me to box my fellow cadets forced me to go out. I later joined back LFS and there it started for me to widen my interest in reading and understanding politics. How can you discuss national issues, defend your position when your being attacked on topics whether it is from left or from the rightist when your not reading.

I was having serious family problem for me to stop schooling for a semester, I then transferred to Aklan College and upon knowing LFS people again recruited this time, and I did not refused. I began to study history, my favorite subject since elementary.

I began to think hard after reading books that tells another picture of what the school books told me. In school they told me that Rizal is a hero since he advocated reforms, and those who took up arms are bandits, although not really mentioning Bonifacio, but the likes of Macario Sakay, and yes the demonization of Moro people since they are always going berserk. Later did I know that they were the only one who was never actually invaded by the Americans because of their indomitable spirit to remain free.

I read the works of Marx, Lenin, Mao because they were cheaply available in bookstores and later comrades provided me the needed materials so that I may not read books talking about Marxism but essentially attacking it.

I also read liberal books written by various authors talking about philosophy, ethics, masonry, witchcraft, or just romantic or adventure novels I found inside the library or at the PIA office located just next to our school.

I also read military books, from Sun Tzu’s Art of War, to Victor’s Corpuz “Silent War”. I meticulously collected the works of Mao, Lenin, Che Guevarra and Kim Jong Il. I was amazed how many ideas can be read over the internet and become so interested in conspiracy theories.

I believed in aliens. We are just among the civilization that exists in the universe. I believe that we were once apes, since no human skeleton were found that has the age of those ape man found that had lived billions years ago.

I believed that indeed our country is not really free, despite being granted independence in 1946, since based on my readings and ideas I happened to adapt as my own, we don’t have an independent foreign policy, we joined wars not our own, we are forced to swallow the red pill of austerity measures dictated by the corporate powers from the West at the expense of our people.

I believed that we can only be called a free country, if freedom of expression is expressly granted and the right to dissent is accepted. I believed that the gap between rich and the poor is exemplified by those who are sitting in the congress, and those who were caught making criminal acts escape jail terms while those who steal to feed their families lingers in jail without seeing a judge to hear their case.

I accepted many ideas in my life. I read them, listened to them; weigh them if it is applicable to me, or to my neighbor. But I firmly believed that these ideas, whether they are radical or reactionary will only be proven correct and just if many people accept it as their own and it will benefit the many instead of the few.

Months of hiatus, forbids me to write for many things are easily eating up my time and span of attention. I’m a little impatient to craft things nowadays, and if I can’t do it overnight, I won’t do it on the long run.

I have again, modified this blog, to reflect things I think about today. I’m thinking of the comfort of sleeping in a hotel today (I’m on a seminar tour) when urban poor homes are being demolished.

I’m now addicted to Facebook games, and I’m busy tending my clients on my online store. But, when I search for my name (I’m kind of a narcissist), I look at the blog I registered years ago, and maybe like my fellow bloggers, it’s time to put it into use.

I am thinking of making a juice of my dreams, making use of my time sharing things I care the most – to liberate this country from years of bondage on the streets arousing, organizing and mobilizing the people as well as on the net, for those who care to visit my blog.

Yes, it’s official. I’m back as an activist after almost six years of wandering, and tasting what the government and its propagandist calls a “normal life”.

I quit as an LFS, Anak ng Bayan (now Kabataan) spokesperson in 2004, after a subjective disagreement with comrades. I was in limbo, and then joined a writing gig in a local newspaper, and then applied as a news reporter for a regional daily.

I was assigned in Antique. I tried to ask the org for consideration, to link up with Antique-based activist so that I may do my media work and the same time do some task given to me by the organization. But it did not materialize.

I was there, before Ma. Luisa Posa-Dominado, Nilo Arado was abducted, and Leeboy Garacheco was shot. They went to Antique, and I accompany them, since I still consider myself as one of them even though on the record I’m inactive as well as to cover the Bayan Muna activities since 2007 elections are upcoming.

We last see each other in San Pedro, San Jose talking with allies and meeting with peasant and fisher folks and hours after they left for Iloilo, they were abducted.

I joined the search, as well as to investigate the details of their abductions from Antique to Iloilo. Those who took them really studied the way to abduct and make people disappear. I was afraid, and it took me three days to report to work.

The activist organizers, lied low, and so my contact with them was also lost. I then acted as an ordinary media man. Learning the craft of writing, investigating the hubabaloos on projects and scams, when not in mood contended in following up crime reported on police blotter and so on.

I have learned how to become a newspaper man, radio reporter/anchor and TV reporter and production staff in one setting, since media pay is very low and I really don’t want to sacrifice my principles being a hard hitting but uncompromising member of the Fourth estate.

Now, I went back to Aklan, resigned from my media job and work as a cheap copywriter, web developer for a UK-based boss. It’s a home-based job, and I stay mostly at home. I earned around P10, 000 to P13, 000 a month and I bought my first laptop, and yes a new pair of briefs.

I also work part-time as a critic and researcher of my activist-politician father, Fernando Baldomero. I am planning to go to Qatar, to work there as a programmer.

But everything changes, when my father was killed on July 5. I took his position as an SB member, the very position I never dream of having since I never wanted to join government.

My anger towards injustice done to my family, and the sense of impunity they brandished in our community force me to rethink my options. They pride themselves of killing a well-known NPA commander, when my father although a former NPA is already a member of Bayan Muna, a legal organization, and they continue to harass my family. There are no other options but to seek help, and to fight.

We have nowhere to go, and the comrades joined us in our grief and encourage us to go on. I told my father while he still at our house “The price of knowing my errors of leaving the organization is high, since you have paid it with your life for me to realize”.

Someone tap on my shoulder, and said… ohh you’re doing Friendster… it’s for kids ayt? I look at him so sternly with the dagger look sharp enough to pierce his skin a million times and left him bleed to death with no muscles left to be called a body, but in turn said “huh?” That’s all I can make up, surprise on his remark.

After that I began to think, (which I rarely do now) what is these out-of-the world creature talking about… and I realized he’s just being sarcastic, feeling mature enough to preach to a 26-year old guy that is always stuck on the screen for hours browsing the internet.

Hey, I’m 26. I realized should I do something mature enough to be called a productive member of the society or do some more “mature” things like drinking a beer, and talking about politics… or worse, do “mature” things and look for a wife. I’m 26 for god sake, and even though I got a girlfriend once in a blue moon… god it’s still far-fetched on my plans… it so happen that I become a journalist but still abhors this society… but that’s another topic.

I’m 26, and still doing Friendster. What’s the big deal? Not to become really defensive in defending my kind of stuff, but I began to wonder… I first got the hang-over of this Friendster mania way back in 2003. More or less 3 years ago if my memory serves me right. This is when; I am still trying to fit in as college student and being a student leader as that going with my fellow activist in shouting our lungs on the street.

And one time, just one time, I went to another province (Capiz) and I meet a friend, a hilarious girl infected with a little ounce of idiosyncrasy but no signs of emotional instability and urban arrogance compare to other pretentious Manileña.

She’s a wackier version of a natural girl with an infectious laughter that I happened to get close with. She’s easy to get along and we became text mates using the cellphone I still use now. I love this cellphone though it seems to be outdated but I bought this with my own money…

Ok back to the Friendster thing. She once in a blue moon text me… ‘You know bout friendster?” she asked one time. Trying not to feel ignorant and outdated… hmm… “Not yet” I replied though questions raced in my dumb brain what the heck is this earthling talking about???

But finally I ask people who are at the same time ignorant as I am what the heck is the Friendster, and you know I was really surprised when they replied they don’t have a littlebitty of an idea… opps, I’m sorry they are as ignorant as I am so I never really wonder.. My apologies.

Ok, back again… and then I read the national newspaper with one hand and the other still holding the outdated cellphone with the message still unerased and my big bulky eyes managed to scan the pages, and voila!

The Friendster! The online page where people who hates talks to people in person and love to meet person sometimes with s on the computer screen pretending to be somebody, using the picture of somebody and putting messages like hey.. “It’s my first time to be here in Friendster… can u add me?” the usual crap.

I asked why should I be in the Friendster… and she said it’s the latest hip invading the country… where I only noticed that time whenever I got online in order to surf por_, and steal programs, mp3s from the net trying to be a frustrated hacker/phreaker/cracker you name it and having so many email accounts that are left useless, some of the highschool kids are surfing something that has their pictures and their profiles, on which paranoid as I am believed that should not be done considering various maniacs trying to prey on cute highschool kids online.

Hmm… what the heck, I am not interested. But again I began to think (twice this time) that it is seldom to meet strangers in the like of her which I can talk to about something that has no real sense but at least we’re enjoying every moment of it. She’s a self-proclaimed tralala, but so am I.

So I began to think again (thrice) if I stopped communicating with her, I would forget her name and when I will happen to be strayed on her place, no one would ever treat me to a breakfast, lunch and dinner… haha my hungry stomach dictates that! Hmm, I really had this hard time remembering people. I can’t even remember those girls before which I felt crush with, my classmates in numerous schools I happened to study, and sometimes myself. Haha!

Ok, I conceded to her offer of trying the Friendster, so that I may remember her, for the sake of the treat. Then I add her using the email. She became my first official Friendster. And then she dared me… add more friends. And so I did.
I have many friends maybe hundreds of them already where I have the hard time remembering their first names and just call them, pardz, pre, miss… and friendster mania was still an alien to Aklan way back then, and I had the hard time looking for emails from people who are trying their best to at least type a letter in the keyboard, much more on the internet.

Ok, I was so interested to widen the numbers of my voters (I ran for election that time in supreme student council which I won), err to have more friends online. I think Bianca challenge me to have many friends as we can and if somebody has more Friendster’s compared to the other, one will treat her with I think 1 case of beer.

Ok, then I was so generous enough to teach students mostly from my course (Computer Science) and other students when teachers are just too dumb to teach them to open an email account. I became an unofficial instructor of internet literacy program, and in turn got my own plan in stealing their passwords, with the devious master plan of taking over the world.

Then afterwards I got some more Friendster’s. That time Friendster was so strict that your need to have the email of somebody in the Philippines to add them as your friend. And I got I think 200+ friends almost 90% of them strangers. But still I managed to get the emails of mostly highschool students from nearby science highschool and we became online friends.

I become addicted Friendster, that many of my online friends see me in person at the internet cafe, and say “that’s Ernan” while standing of my back trying to get my attention. I’m really not into introducing myself to them; I just coyly smiled and said nothing. God I was so stupid!

Then I tried other online friend’s site, like Myspace… Hi5 until I seldom enjoy doing the Friendster stuff because of many things to do, like finding a girlfriend on which I cursed Aklan for the rest of college life. Why? I never had a girlfriend in my home province for crying out loud.

And then, I began to think (fourth times already), what I am doin’ in my life?

Occasionally, I add some friends or them adding me. Exchanging nonsense messages and just trying to maintain the account with all the fuzz of having people on my account which I rarely check on them. I was not then into talking with somebody I have so little knowledge of their being. Are they aliens pretending to human, or human pretending to be alien?

Later I was so indulged into writing something outside the campus paper. I was feeling poetic that time, in many cases where I wrote poems because this feeling human kind of girls dump me many times!

I began to wonder, my Lola (grandma) used to say that I also looked human, but why is it that everytime I tried to court a girl, they’re not really into running away from me, but kept on saying that I like you too Ernan, but can we just friends? Oh my… I was really into thinking; could I afford to buy a blade to end my life?

Would it be too expensive to be dead with all those ceremonies of my burial and my friends would just contribute P20 for me, and then go to our house and eat there for 4-5 days and then on the eve of my burial eat again, and then be back again for the duration of the novena for my soul (which I doubt I have) be suffice for their contribution?

Hmm… I realized it was too expensive so I back-out from my suicidal tendency, and was back again courting cute little girls trying to convince them I can be a better boyfriend offering them poems written in scratch of paper, because I was so broke to even buy them a flower. But they were never convinced and I wrote poems again.

I tried to steal a rose from my neighbor one time, and I promised myself not to do it ever again for the nervous breakdown I nearly experienced when I was nearly caught in the process. Luckily, I pretend I was strolling and putting the flower inside my pants. God it hurts, something pointed pierce my butt on the process. Gee, I’m just kidding…

But because of my sheer ignorance, in one time one of my closest girl close friend, revealed to me while intoxicated that she have also a feelings for me, but she happened to a boyfriend that is also my gang.. I was shocked, but made a stand… I may have feelings for you I said, but I would never be a privy in destroying a good standing relationship. She broke up with her boyfriend after a month, and I was left with nothing. Again I wrote many poems.

Then just because of a joke, this one friend of mine one time, who also have the same experience like me when it comes to love and also happen to be the manager of Panay News, the biggest daily in the Visayas, invited me in to write in their newspaper. I was at that time, a trying hard “columnist” of the local paper “Hala Birada”. So I said, hmm… I’ll try. And then I began to write, news!!!

Honestly, news writing is not my forte. I can write straight news being for years a member of school publication but I’m influenced writing in the format of a campus newspaper mostly feature articles because students sometimes are not really into reading those. So I was so nervous, uneasy and drank liters of coffee, smokes many cigarettes on my first piece.

As I said, I’m not a good news reporter. So maybe our editor based in Iloilo city went through hard time, editing my piece of news contribution, but it was published. God I was in heaven… I have become a professional writer!

Honestly never in my mind entered that I would be working in a newspaper and be called a journalist. I was dreaming of becoming a disc jockey saying craps on radio trying to love my own voice, although people are inclined in putting their radio off whenever they hear me live on broadcast and putting it on when music starts to play. Hmm… But I never made it.

I attempted once applying in one FM station as disc jockey but I woke up so late in the morning and failed to submit my application. So my dream was not realized, and I change it in formulating my master plan of taking over the world.

Hey, where’s the Friendster thing here? Ok… we’ll get to that. I’m talking to myself.

With the joke (again), this friend of mine Edwin said that I would be transferred in Antique to be the manager of the branch there. Antique, is approximately 200 meters away from Aklan, the people if memories serves me right they’re speaking Kinaray-a (a German sounding accent). And hmm… I have a relative there and what the heck, I needed new surroundings and need to be on my own. But first, let me tell you that I have convinced a girl from Kalibo that I was worth a boyfriend but after I transferred in Antique, she proves me wrong later.

I never had the hard time speaking their dialect because way back in 1990 and 1993 I studied here. So, a month or so, I take over as the branch manager of Panay News in Antique and I started to enjoy and love the job. Salary is low, but it’s worth the fun that I have experienced.

Here I started to have Friendster but not from here but from abroad as of press time yesterday I already have an official 804 friends (March 20, 2006, 1800 hours Taipei Standard Time).

I’m 26 and still doin’ friendster. I now love meeting friends online, may it be in my own locality, in the next town, or province or from other country which I really want to communicate with to propagate my plans of taking over the world. I don’t mind doing kid stuff with clean but devious intentions. I love doin’ my stuff and I’m planning to torture the guy who mentions that Friendster is a kid stuff. Just kiddin.

PS. Violent reactions? don’t email me on my add: —erase–. Add me instead and we’ll plan to take over the world.

My blog post in my Friendster account way back in March 2006. I’m still a Friendster addict that time.

If you feel pain and it aims to force you to be, don’t. It would be damn easy to cry like a baby when you can do something better. But the problem is I used up all my painkillers at my computer box converted to medicine box at my dungeon. I live underground and kind of like it. Underground = UG. Aastig!

I admit I got this unhealthy habit of staying up yet, partly blaming Smartbro for my misfortune since, getting online and doing things my Boss from the other part of the globe pays me to do is possible and with fast internet connection when nobody’s using the Smartbro system. With this, I kind of getting used to headache for lack of sleep and unhealthy (?) habit of drinking too much coffee.

I stayed up late for three consecutive sessions (I won’t call it day, since it involves tinkering with my laptop’s keyboard when everyone’s asleep). I eat my second dinner at 2:00 or 3:00 am and play with my cat “Minggay” when writers block hit me in few minutes. My beer belly is again making me notice him, but I can still breathe when I fix my shoelace. So I think I will just let him be.

I never imagine the life of being a full blown writer. Writing articles on topics that mostly don’t interest me. I have foregone the habit of blogging on other topics which is supposed to be another source of payment for my hosting bills, but since my Boss pays me on time although not as much since I first started working on him, I can now buy a new shoes and planning to buy a new postpaid phone from Globe since I just can’t find the nearest Globe autoload in my place. Smart is the word here on local stores.

I am supposed to wake up at 11:00 am since I made a groggy jump to my bed at 3:00 and slept at 4:30. But I remember I was supposed to attend to a committee hearing on an ordinance sponsored by my councilor colleague at nine, and yes I arrived there late at 9:30 but still managed to attend the hearing since they started at 10:00.

I attended our session with no exciting things to tell. I need to drink another coffee.

It’s a dreaded word for writers and journalist. The time when you need to finish a story, a feature, a news report, but when you face your laptop or desktop computer you face a blank wall and can think of nothing and even cannot properly arrange the words running in your head.

Eventually, you ended up doing nothing since you can’t find the suitable title, right heading, and later on doing something not related to what you are supposed to do since, you meet a blank wall in writing whatever you wanted to write.

It happened to me several times. Since I am most fond of beating the deadline with three to five news quota my news editor has given us to get everyday from my previous newspaper writing job. If lucky I could land a two to three story but never more than that since my area of coverage is to wide and my time spent collecting news reports was never been enough.

The main contributing factor on why I am facing a writer’s block is my lack of focus, materials to write and many things that seems to pop at the times when you are aiming to do your job and doing something useful.

I have quit my journalist job, planning to work abroad but eventually I ended up in a never-ending saga of writing articles that is much more demanding and brain draining article writing job I got online. Pay is good without having to lick your boss ego everytime if you want a raise, but it eventually boils down to pay per work scheme, where when you got sick, or just have been stuck whole day playing Mafia Wars or watching TV you are paid less.

When I decided to change the outlook and perspective of this blog, from being a hard news source, into a more personal tambutso of my eccentricities and sometimes “serious” thoughts about the world, I thought I could easily blend in to the world of personal bloggers making an interesting post each day.

But sadly, maybe I was too engrossed and highly brainwashed on my previous journalist job, added by ever demanding online job to do each morning (early hours at that), I got a rare chance to write something long and worthy (for me) to read.

I ended up looking for a CD I burned years back, and select some of my writings (poems I called) and post it on my site just to keep an update on my blog and maybe, not to make someone wonder why I rarely post in my blog.

I was too detached to my personal emotions in my five year stint as a journalist, since mostly you don’t put yourself on your story, and that is the main reason why I never seen myself getting into personal opinions and tsismis anymore on my writings.

I talked a lot, and still do today, and I think I needed system to record things that I say, and look for something interesting like new ideas and discoveries I would have to be put here to make it an interesting to read by whom it may concern.

Right now, I’m still struggling to think of a best anecdote, a note to start a topic, and way how to make a useful blog to make readers stick on this blog. Still, I’m having a writer’s block.

Ok, addict gid man ko sa kape. I can drink four to five glassful of coffee in a smaller than pitcher size of glass my aunt bought me.

Coffee makes my mind run in miles since gapause na ko sa yusi subong, coffee is my energy drink. They’ve said it’s an anti-oxidant for me it’s my vitamins.

Since I quit my journalist job,( although I still write part-time, if there’s time and depending how early I woke up) I applied, accepted, and now working full-time as a web copywriter, data entry encoder, manugtype, whatever you call it. It’s an online job I have been burning my eyes in front of the PC since March this year.

Ok, this blog since October 2008 was made to be my tambutso of my idiosyncrasies, political beliefs, poems that no one likes to read, supposedly. But since I was still in Panay News that time and in Antique there is just no news site that writes about things, stuffs, crimes, politics in Antique where I was assigned I decided to morph this blog into a full-blown news blog.

Damu man ko manugbasa, average users visiting my sites is around 100-200 people a day, thanks to my skills (naks!) on search engine optimization where I can make Google and Yahoo show my blog on specific terms regarding Antique.

But yesterday, around 2:00 am in the morning when I was busy procrastinating I realize I need the domain to host my blog plans to talk about Robin Padilla and Marielle Rodriguez, will US attack North Korea, how and why my father was killed and what is Oplan Bantay Laya, is Noynoy another US-puppet, how to create an atomic bomb, how to kills your enemies in Mafia Wars without losing and why my cat is named Minggay.

So I decided I will use Ernan.Net. and because of $0.99 cent price of Kinaray-a.info and it’s the best domain available for registration, I transferred the blog to the said domain. So from now on, henceforth, Kinaray-a News will be found at Kinaray-a.info.

Back on this domain, I will write things I mentioned above and other stuffs found under my nose, opps, sun pala. Hope this blog will help in some way in understanding my own self, and maybe if I feel like doing in give some helpful advice to poor souls who need guidance. Haha.