Here’s a handy tip for Mozilla Firefox desktop users: you can search for open tabs, history, and bookmarks, right from your address bar. Though this is not highlighted as a major feature in their support docs, it is actually very useful.
When starting a new tab (or in your current tab), go to the address bar and start/prepend your search with any of these keys:
% Open tabs
^ History
* Bookmarks
This means typing %gmail will display a list of matching current tabs, allowing you to quickly go back to your GMail window. And because this will also work for bookmarks, it makes the bookmarking feature more useful when you mark you favorite sites and frequently visited pages. While you’re at it, use Firefox Sync and get access to your open tabs, history, and bookmarks from any of your sync-enabled devices.
Instead of simply using your address bar as a Google Search replacement, put it to good use to efficiently navigate your browser. And please, use DuckDuckGo as your primary search engine and limit your unintended privacy leaks.
The last time I got to talk to her was a Friday. She would pass away just four days later, on a Tuesday. That was seven years ago.
That Friday, it was my turn to watch after her during the day. Watching after her though only meant getting to visit her at the ICU for 15 minutes, at a pre-set schedule just a few times through the day.
Around noon, I received a message from the ICU, telling me that she’s been asking for me. She was complaining of pain in her lower body, and it supposedly felt like it was coming from her legs.
The nurses were kind enough to let me in unscheduled, to talk to her. The attending doctor instructed me to purchase a topical painkiller to ease her pain.
I was back not long after and the nurse applied the medication. They allowed me to stay with her though it wasn’t the scheduled time for visitors yet. She said it hardly worked, and she still felt terrible pain. She was teary-eyed so I held her hand to comfort her.
We tried to talk about other things; to distract her from the pain, and to keep myself from my own tears. It barely worked but I felt thankful to share that moment with her. Several weeks before that day, I came to accept the inevitability that there will be fewer of these moments in the coming months before they all become just a memory.
So I tried to pray with her, almost silently. We held hands like that until she fell into slumber, her agony masked by sleep.
The afternoon light was fading.
I thanked the ICU staff for graciously allowing me to overstay as I left. That was the last time I talked to my mother—the last time I heard her voice.
My brother was back by evening. I told him it was the first time our mother got to rest during the day.
I stayed at home that weekend to be with my wife and son, only to learn from my dad and brother that our mother’s condition worsened in that brief span of time. By Monday, she was in comatose and would never wake up again.
My sister flew home to the Philippines late Monday evening with their still-nursing, months-old baby. She only got to see our mother in the ICU on Tuesday. By evening time, our mother was gone.
… a new chapter in Philippine history. June 30, 2022 is the start of a Marcos presidency that has surprised people around the world. What country would elect the son of a dictator who ruled with impunity? Who would elect a man who refused to attend any credible debate during the campaign period, has had no proper education (and lied about it), and never acknowledged the suffering of Filipinos under his father’s rule?
Welcome to the Philippines.
You can’t blame anyone who finds it hard to be optimistic about having Bongbong Marcos as president. His father had a brilliant mind sadly laced with greed and corrupted by power—and where did it take us? Though we can hope that his laziness makes him forgettable and incapable of damage, he is also surrounded by traditional politicians who were never afraid to bend or go beyond the law. That’s the scary part.
Nanood ako ng Game 2 ng UAAP Finals kahapon. Dahil ni-remind ako ni Mimi sa traffic at hirap ng parking pag games, maaga ko dinaanan si Dax. Bihira lang yun, lagi akong sakto or fashionably late. Maaga kami nakapasok at naka-upo, before pa lumabas ang players sa court.
May konting kwentuhan habang parami na ang mga tao. Medyo di ko inexpect nung tumugtog ang Lupang Hinirang—first time ko sya marinig since election day.
Di ko alam kung kakanta ba ako. Para akong nawalan ng boses bigla. Medyo emotional yung pakiramdam, parang galit na naiiyak na walang maintindihan. Para akong nag instant analysis ng lyrics line-by-line, pilit na nire-reconcile yung kanta sa mga nangyari sa nakaraang mga araw.
Nag-advance yung utak ko sa huling parte ng kanta kaya kinuha ko na lang ang phone at nag-video na lang ako. Wala akong nakanta. Sa pagkakataong yun, hindi ko maisip na handa akong mamatay para sa’yo, Pilipinas. Hindi ko maramdaman ang langit sa piling mo.
Sa Lunes, pipiliin ko ang mga taong pinapahalagahan ang kinabukasan ng aking mga anak, pamilya, kaibigan, at lahat ng mga Pilipino, mayaman man o mahirap.
Boboto akong mulat ang aking mga mata, gising sa katotohanan ng ating kasaysayan. Ramdam ko rin ang ating kasalukyan, dahil dito’y hindi ko hahayaang mangyari muli ang mga pagkakamali ng nakaraan.
I was reading this interesting article on people who don’t tweet or engage in social media, and this comment led me to another comment from an older submission, discussing the toaster fucker problem:
I blame the internet. Back in the days before it, we had to learn to live with those around us, now you can just go out and find someone as equally stupid as yourself.
I call it the toaster fucker problem. Man wakes up in 1980, tells his friends “I want to fuck a toaster” Friends quite rightly berate and laugh at him, guy deals with it, maybe gets some therapy and goes on a bit better adjusted.
Guy in 2021 tells his friends that he wants to fuck a toaster, gets laughed at, immediately jumps on facebook and finds “Toaster Fucker Support group” where he reads that he’s actually oppressed and he needs to cut out everyone around him and should only listen to his fellow toaster fuckers.
Apply this analogy to literally any insular bubble, it applies as equally to /r/thedonald as it does to the emaciated Che Guevara larpers that cry thinking about ringing their favourite pizza place.
In my world there’s always a place for you; you can disagree with me; you can even insult me; I will not fire back because that is your freedom of expression, however
In your world there’s no place for me; you want to eliminate me and even my family from the world just because I disagree with your government or your ideology; this is puzzling isn’t it?
Please, my fellow Chinese, first be a human, then a Chinese, finally a CCP member (if you want).
Should you vote for Bongbong Marcos? This is a question that many Filipinos sadly cannot answer with conviction (pun intended?). More than 30 years since their ouster, it seems those who didn’t suffer through Martial Law find it easy to buy into the propaganda that it wasn’t that bad—and maybe it was even a golden age for growth.
With so many todo-lists systems championed by various productivity blogs and advocates, you’d never run out of workflows to try. But instead of forcing your brain to accept a new mindset each time you switch, why not simply improve what already works for you?
