June 2009

Ben Wikler: Changing the World of Changing the World posted on June 30, 2009 - 8:14pm

Liveblogging Ben Wikler's presentation on Changing the World of Changing the World: Pushing the Models of Online Organizing at the Berkman Center. Please excuse misrepresentation, misinterpretation, typos and general stupidity.Ben Wikler of Avaaz.org is at the Berkman Center today to talk about new models of online organizing. Wikler begins by explaining net-centered vs. broadcast-centered online activism. The Internet is a little bit like the Brazilian butterfly flapping its wings, causing a thunderstorm in Belgium — except we are all butterflies, and it can be hard to tell how we can act together to (for example) bring rain to the hypothetically drought-stricken Belgium.Netcentric ActivismOne method is the "Grass Mud Horse" — a grassroots protest against Internet censorship in China. Aggregated actions of individual citizens can be channeled for strategic purposes, but's a bit like a shotgun blast vs. a laser beam.

un-United Nations posted on June 30, 2009 - 7:27pm

One of the things I have most come to cherish, living here in Uganda, is my diverse group of friends.For the first six months I was here, I barely made any friends. This is highly unusual for me as I tend to be fairly outgoing but I had somehow convinced myself that everyone here fell into one of two categories: Married ex-pats who spent their free time in doubles matches on the squash court; or, Twenty-something year old Peace Corps volunteers who I wanted to bathe prior to befriending.

Life Owes You and Me posted on June 30, 2009 - 6:27pm
One day in the midst of my phase of teenage rebellion, I got into an argument with my uncle. I told him that despite his statement to the fact, I did not think he understood how I felt because he had never known how it feels to lose a mother. Angered beyond reason he calmly told me"Raymond let me tell you something, I owe you nothing, the world owes you nothing. I only do this because your mother was my sister and I loved her."I have gone through life with those words seared in my memory. One of my uncle's long lasting lessons is that I should expect no kindness because I am not owed it. For a long time those words taught me that I should do all in my power to expect any sort of kindness. I should start the process by being kind and I guess that is what they will always mean to me. My uncle was not the kind of person to say something that mean. We parted ways at some point after that. I saw him many years later at my grandmother's funeral.
Hostile Take - Overs posted on June 30, 2009 - 5:43pm

I went to attend some church thing recently. Now bro starts talking to me about God and how I view my life. Now to those of you who don't know the Spartakuss very well, I don't do church. Haven't been in a long time. I had made this trip to check out a certain beauty who had floored my wingman.I walk in, do the tour and then they say 'one-on-one' time.I look at this guy and say"So……….." he smiles perches himself on a stool and peers at me through a rimless set of glasses. Looks mindless too."What do you want to do with your life?" he asks, seemingly amused. I tell him. I am working on a good master plan, to be the best Spartakuss can ever be and thus shatter the Spartakuss mould; which is based on the premise that i will live a valiant life and die an unrecognized death or be an unsung hero."I'll do whatever it is that will make me the best I can be," comes the clipped reply.Dude looks at me. Perplexed.

DUMPING posted on June 30, 2009 - 5:05pm

I believe dumping in this case rubbish is one of the worst habits one can possess. As any human being i aint perfect but i try not to dump just like many Ugandans do. I chew alot but make sure i always throw the gum whose sugar is finished in a rubish dump after properly wrapping it. When i was still a smoker i always made sure i had an ashtray at hand and properly dispossed off the butt in this case that of the cigarette or threw it away in a rubbish can.However, last weekend on my way to work i diverted from my normal practices. After loading my fon, i threw the scratch card on a heap of rubbish an old lady had compiled around The New Vision offices. This wasn't so bad as the old lady was going to properly dispose off the rubbish. Imagine my shock when a few steps forward i realise the airtime hadn't loaded. Two things run through my head; go back and search for the scratch card or simply move on and regard it as one of the day's losses.

God's Search Engine. posted on June 30, 2009 - 3:39pm

Yes, the technology already existed before humans discovered it. Search Engines- information retrieval systems designed to help find information stored on a computer system are alive in the life of a Christian!Check it..most people think that this verse "1Co 2:9 But as it is written, "Eye has not seen, nor ear heard," nor has it entered into the heart of man, "the things which God has prepared for those who love Him." means that it is impossible to know the expanse of the treasures available in God.

MJ posted on June 30, 2009 - 2:34pm

who is it? is he a FRIEND OF MINE? no he aint but i had a bleak Friday, watched CNN and BBC plus channel O and etcs to know what had happened- all day all night. i was in shock, and in still more shock that i was actually touched by a man i never met, never knew, anyway it was too much for me. i was up for about 24 hours watching and waiting and feeling heavy within.i am still mourning, investigating, reading , listening. if y'all have anymore info than what i have gotten on all the news networks and internet.pass it on.adios

Afraid of Love posted on June 30, 2009 - 1:58pm
NOT MINCING WORDS posted on June 30, 2009 - 1:01pm

I am Sad. Plain and Simple.

my relationship posted on June 30, 2009 - 12:37pm

He
She
It
ps; whats tweeter

A Kid Person posted on June 30, 2009 - 10:57am

Recently, I have had to once again confront the fact that I am just not a "kid person."It started yesterday when I awoke at 7am to bone-piercing screams originating across the street from my apartment."MOMMY!!!! I WANT MOMMY!!!! WHERE IS MY MOMMY?!!!! I WANT MY MOMMY NOW!!!!!!" followed by a wail that went on so long that I actually started to believe they were skinning the kid over there.A new daycare facility for the children of ex-pats has just opened directly across the street so, for the past two days, I have been serenaded by the same "I WANT MOMMY!!!!" wake-up call in about 10 different accents and languages between 7-8AM. It is, to me, on par with torture.Normally, I might have a little more patience but I am still dealing with some serious jet-lag issues a week after returning home from the States so my sleep, and establishing a normal sleeping pattern, is particularly precious right now.

All Things New posted on June 30, 2009 - 7:08am

Watched Slum Dog Millionaire (again) this weekend, and this time noticed an unusual scene.  At the very end, when Jamal kisses Latika's scar, suddenly there is a rewind-like camera shot of the scene in which she receives the knife cut to her face.  We go backwards from the struggle to a moment of expectation and happiness, when the two lovers look at each other unwounded, with joy.

"Do you still like me?" Ann hesitated. That was the million dollar question wasn't it? Could she say, no, she didn't like him? She wanted to say that. It would be so easy if she did. That would put things back where they had been once. But wouldn't that be choosing limbo? Isn't that what she was supposed to be coming out of right now? No. Yes. Maybe. Ugh. She fought the urge to bite her nails as she battled with herself. Be honest with yourself! She thought biting her lip. Ok, fine. If she was going for honesty she might as well admit that she deep down, she was secretly hoping he would realize he loved her. She cringed as she accepted that. So saying no was simple because she got to go back to that gray area, a place filled with enough ambiguity for her to keep him in her life without feeling like she was sacrificing her pride. I am weak, she realized weak enough to believe in a fairytale that is never going to come true. Being conscious of her weakness left a dull ache in her chest.

There Will Be Ink posted on June 29, 2009 - 6:43pm

The research I did in Uganda in January has just been published. There Will be Ink: A study of journalism training and the extractive industries in Nigeria, Ghana and Uganda (PDF) is the product of research I conducted with five other students from Columbia University's School of International and Public Affairs in the spring of 2009. We surveyed media coverage of the extractive sector and interviewed African journalists who had training in business and economic reporting. Our goal was to identify the training practices that are most helpful in teaching journalists how to encourage government transparency in the extractive industries through their reporting.The journalists surveyed said that journalism training had improved their coverage of the extractives, but we concluded that there are other challenges in the African media landscape that are not addressed by training.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEOX posted on June 29, 2009 - 5:30pm
Hello folks, Yesterday was my birthday. I officially turned 32 years old. The day before was my friend Maxwell’s birthday. I went over to his house with friends and we stayed up till about 1AM when I had to retire. My missing rib  organised a party at our new house which was well attended by friends and family. The food was plenty and the most interesting bit of it is that people loved our new home. We tried to make it a unique experience and it has paid off.
Your Words Sting posted on June 29, 2009 - 5:20pm

Mudamuli…Mudamuli! How shall I describe you? Your words are feathers that catch their target by surprise because…they sting!And you seem to know the quickest formulae to provocation.Otherwise, are you well? Do tell.You seem to have a special liking for Eggie these days but let me warn you. He hates surprises. If you want to be his friend, don’t keep making disappearing acts. As for Cucumber, he loves attention. The more you ignore him, the crazier he gets. As for me, I get bored easily and when I do, I move on to the next exciting thing or person. I don't kwelumya. I like to enjoy life to the fullest without any qualms. Especially when it comes to women. Like the gorgeous lady I met last week. She had the perfect manicure and pedicure. We had a good time but Pepper is still the one I want.By the way, who is this Tamzel? Is she your sister? I found her post about me very amusing. How did she know I loved baking? Hmmm.

WordPress blocked in Guatemala posted on June 29, 2009 - 5:09pm

WordPress blocked. Guatemala follows China's exampleCrossposted on the OpenNet Initiative blogGuatemala's ongoing political crisis, which began with the murder of lawyer Rodrigo Rosenberg and has been fueled largely by YouTube, Facebook, Twitter and blogs, reached a new level over the weekend when several ISPs began blocking access to WordPress.com.Reports of the blocking first reached Twitter on June 26, when user @demuxer noted that some Internet users in Guatemala were unable to access WordPress and wondered if Chapintocables, a political blog created after Rosenberg's death, was somehow involved:Some users in Guatemala can't access wordpress, is it @chapinocables' fault? #insolitogt #escandalogtThe news spread through Twitter and Facebook, with many Guatemalans encouraging their fellow Internet users to report the blocking on Herdict, which tracks reports of inaccessible sites worldwide.

This too, shall pass posted on June 29, 2009 - 4:55pm
posted on June 29, 2009 - 3:40pm

Makerere CIT Trains 150 Women in ICTAs the global race to bridge the digital divide between the North and the South is given impetus and incentive by the growth of southern economies, today this need is nowhere greater than in the emerging sub-Saharan markets. Seemingly trapped by illiteracy, overpopulation, breakdown in infrastructure, lack of access and soaring internet costs, the challenge to harness technology to aid Africa leap frog the divide seems even more daunting. Uganda serves as a microcosm for this African dilemma.Another part of this complex conundrum is the fact that although women are substantially part of the business environment today, most of them know little or nothing about ICT and its potential to alter/or exponentially increase their access, use and leveraging of information technologies to help their businesses.The Makerere University Faculty of Computing & IT (CIT) under its Community Outreach program has just finished training 150 women in basic ICT skills.

Verbatim Vs Verbatim FM posted on June 29, 2009 - 3:25pm

Two children, ages one and one and a half, sit on our hero’s veranda with a brightly primary-coloured toy microphone that they will take turns speaking into in front of them. One wears large blue toy headphones. That’s Lizzie. The other wears pink ones with fluffy edges. That’s Evans.

They realize the problem and switch headphones, then they go back to their game. They are, of course, playing “Morning Radio Show”.

On July 15th, my teacher and mentor, Sr. Dr. Dipio Dominic, the head of the Makerere University Literature Department, will launch her first feature film titled “A meal to forget” at the National Theatre.Based on a true story of a man who killed his two children after failing to fend for them, the film explores issues of child welfare in the context of the challenging economic situation.For the amiable Dr Dipio, with whom I worked as a respondent in the shooting of the documentary “Etiquette in Makerere” in 2006, the launch of her first feature film should be a cause for joy and celebration. And indeed it will be, albeit briefly.For any movie-maker in Uganda, the nightmare of producing a work that you know will be pirated the next minute has never been any less. Ugandans have made it a habit to look for movies on the black market.Last week, our NMG training honcho, Dr Peter Mwesige, recommended that I watch “State of Play”, the Russell Crowe movie on investigative journalism.

can't sleep. can't eat. posted on June 29, 2009 - 12:20pm

i survived yesterday and my fingers are crossed for the next 7 days of hell. i nearly cancelled all plans yesterday because i didn't want a repeat of breaking down at a friend's wedding that took me back to that very spot i stood at watching the boats search for you... 8 first anniversaries for 8 ugly days. 8 days of no appetite, no sleep. 8 ugly days. day 1: yesterday: the phone call telling me

Uganda Talks posted on June 29, 2009 - 11:28am

Blogging on this site is going to be much lighter in future with the launch of Uganda Talks, the new current affairs blog of The Independent magazine. It's been a while coming but we finally launched today and for the time being I will be editing the site. I hope that you have a look and I would really value any feedback you have. There are bound to be teething problems in the first few weeks but it is my hope that we will soon be established as the best place to find cutting edge opinion and analysis related to Uganda. We will also be running guest spots so if anyone has something to get off their chest please contact me either through the comments here or: joepowell at independent.co.ugEnjoy and spread the word!

Perilous lover posted on June 29, 2009 - 8:47am
I hate you. I love you. If I was never to see you again, it would be too soon. I have no more goodbyes left.  Please let me be myself. This pillow smells so much of you. Go away. I need you here by me. My intrepid fingers point you away. Bring back yesterday. I hate love. No, you hate me. Who are you? I’m the one you killed for love. I only wanted to be with you, hold you forever. Even in death, you’re still obsessed with me. I only crack the shutters every second. I know; I’m always here. We both are. Why did baby have to leave? Wait, I’m supposed to say that. Why, because baby left and now… Now what… I’m your replacement? Wh…! Hon, I’m your other personality. No, they cannot hear. We’re six feet under. Scoot over, love. Vick & Karen.
Monday Massacre: Dotes Of Anec posted on June 29, 2009 - 8:19am

Tumbaavu
We used that word to ridicule boys who had angered us. Boys, not girls. Girls were a precious commodity so we used the much softer stupid, bogus or shit you (You didn’t want the P.7 class monitor reporting you for saying ‘fuck’. You could get expelled or worse, get looked at by the cross-eyed headmaster, Mr. Oluk).

Water slides! posted on June 29, 2009 - 4:49am

Saturday we went to a water park with Becky, our dad, Ella, Becky's foster daughter and a little nine year old friend from Oregon. We all had a BLAST!!!Ella amazed me at her fearless attitude. She is a die hard water baby so it wasn't too much of a surprise that she liked the water so much as she was confidently charging up, down and through the water slides by herself! Dad, Becky and I rotated parking ourselves in the nearby hot tub where we could keep a bit of an eye on her and she'd check in occasionally. So impressive at how confident she has become! SUCH a different child than she was a year ago...The kids section was awesome!Ella and her GrandpaAt the top of the water slide....... and on her way down!Going through the tubes with GrandpaHot tubbing with Grandpa

Party at the Park posted on June 29, 2009 - 4:42am

Ella got to attend her first birthday party Stateside last week, in Laurel. It was at the coolest park - I'd never seen anything like it before! She thought she'd died and gone to heaven Smile.Wow! A child's paradise...The birthday children and the party doingsAwesome slideDefinitely nothing in Uganda like this - especially for free!

Shh.. posted on June 28, 2009 - 10:28pm
Shhh...The cows will be home soon.
Blogger Whispers posted on June 28, 2009 - 5:50pm

Elle must have known something about me. I was waiting for her to whisper to me and as if on cue, she did and so here goes..

The instructions:
1. You take the story, and give it your own unique twist.
2. Link back to the blogger who whispered to you and or include their name in your post.
3. Whisper the new challenge into the ear of a blogger of your picking.
4.

Pictures from Birthday posted on June 28, 2009 - 2:48pm

Heidi, my hero, taught me to upload pictures to my blog (yes, all that you've seen up to this point was Scott).

Saturday night coffee posted on June 28, 2009 - 11:48am

One day they hold you in the Palms of their hands,gentle, as if you Were the last raw egg in the world. Then they tighten up. Just a little. The first squeeze is nice. A quick hug.When she called to tell me she was sitting at home bored on a saturday night watching re-runs of friends I knew she wanted me. But then i am presumptous. Her boyfriend has gone to the Glastonbury music festival, they are having a fight. Something about him "being an inconsiderate selfish brute who only cares about his playstation football game and his mates."I asked her to come over for coffee. I said I make it black, with no sugar, no cream.She said it was not a good idea as she was getting ready for bed and so she couldn't come. I knew she was lying. Girls lie so they can test a man's mettle. so when i saw that in the text, I knew the door was already ajar, it just needed to be pushed open a little further.So I picked up the phone and called her.She said she was tired.

Here in Montana one of the favorite activities of my four year old is cleaning sticky raccoon blood off of a live trap with a scrub brush and soap Smile. It's cheap entertainment (totally free actually) and gets an otherwise nasty job, done (Mommy gets a little wild with that gun)! Sure can't beat the enthusiasm and energy of a four year old :)We've caught (and disposed of) raccoons two nights in a row. You know it's time to start clearing out the charming creatures when not only do they eat you out of house and home in the cat food department, but when they then poop all over EVERYTHING. THEN when they get just too confident and start chasing people who are walking through the barn at night to close in the chickens. Yup, time to go for sure.Let the hunt continue....

Unemployed posted on June 27, 2009 - 11:08pm

31 days of nothing but time on my hands.31 days is all we have left.31 days with no plans to make.31 days to call my own.31 days, the month of July.

Unemployed posted on June 27, 2009 - 11:08pm
31 days of nothing but time on my hands.31 days is all we have left.31 days with no plans to make.31 days to call my own.31 days, the month of July.
What i will not tell you posted on June 27, 2009 - 10:09pm

I feel you in the brush of the wind,I smell you in the fruity cocktail of spring,I hear you speak in the recesses of my mind,I remember the touch of your hand on mine,I miss you,with everything that I am.

CouchSurfer! posted on June 27, 2009 - 7:26pm
When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green;And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen,—Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away;Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.When all the world is old, lad, And all the trees are brown;And all the sport is stale, lad, And all the wheels run down,—Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among:God grant you find one face there You loved when all was young..............................Charles Kingsley
Sipi Baby. posted on June 27, 2009 - 6:20pm
“Wow!” is all I HAVE to say as far as  the trip to the foot of the Sipi Falls goes. I did not think I would be able to make it to the bottom of that hill; but I did! I have never seen hills so steep or sun so bright.   In the "hallway" as the locals call it. This is your doorway to the Sipi Falls     Honestly, the walk down there was pretty smooth. May be it was because I was looking forward to getting to the waterfalls.! I gotta say, when I started to hear them in the back ground, I could not wait to get to them. Their beauty and sheer grandeur were enough to make me cry. And my tour guide was telling me of how strong I have been. We managed to walk through some tough terrain in less than 30 minutes. It was something amazing..    aaa... the Sipi Falls.. marvelous     And I promised him that I would bring a friend over the next time I came to the falls. Infact, the next time I bring a friend over, I will make sure we go to the top of Mount Elgon too..
RRR posted on June 27, 2009 - 5:39pm

Hi all,Needed some time off. That is what happened, so I went kind of absent...But I am around. And, hopefully, back now.gug

Day two: Sitting on the balcony of Westend Inn posted on June 27, 2009 - 10:50am
Has anyone visited Westend Inn in Mbale? It is probably one of the oldest bed and breakfast places in the city. I spent my night here and even got the chance to go to a new cool joint in Mbale. As sad as it is, I do not quite remember the place, but I know that if you decided to come to Mbale with me, I would definitely take you there. Last night was fantastic despite the fact that I had chicken for super AGAIN!! I mean, I am not complaining or anything, its just that. . . too much of something! Today, I will be setting off to visit the Sipi Falls! I am personally excited to do this. After an entire year of being away from home, I get to go to the Sipi Falls! It does not get any better I tell you! Ah well, looks like I have come to the end of this blog entry.. Stay tuned with me, as I travel through Eastern Uganda. Do not forget, this marvelous adventure was made available by the Karibuni Safaris limited.
A Crisis of Wanderlust posted on June 27, 2009 - 8:35am

My friend, Janice, who has become my guardian angel here, called last night while I was in the middle of watching a movie."Are you crying? Why are you crying? What are you watching?" she asked."The Bucket List," I responded."Yeah, I know that one...Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson doing everything they wished that they could do when they were living but are now doing when they are facing death...that one, right?" she confirmed.Yep, that one."So why are you crying? You, above the rest of us, have lived the 'Bucket List' while you're still alive so why the tears?" she insisted."Do you think I am selfish? I was watching all of the places the Freeman and Nicholson go in that movie and thinking, 'been there, been there, too.' Do you think that I travel so much makes me selfish? Do you think I am going to run out of places to see and end up wandering around Central Park in ten years feeling lost?" I asked, feeling incredibly stupid."Nah, that's what you do...you travel. That's your thing.

This week's top stories from Computerworld Uganda posted on June 27, 2009 - 12:14am
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Old Friend posted on June 26, 2009 - 10:18pm

Old Friend,"True friends stab you in the front." (Oscar Wilde)waiting for you to tell me you are reading......ps: hello to you too.

o_O posted on June 26, 2009 - 8:52pm
I got close. . . But not close enough!I may be like a louse,Sticking on the scalpSticky like chapati dough,Before its ready to cook!I am sitting on the outside,Looking in...I am standing in the hallway,And the door, its been shut...All I hear is murmurs from the inside.But, I guess, one can only do so much,And until I am needed,I will keep sitting outside,And waiting in the dark hallway...
Today I left Kampala city with mum and dad on our way to Mbale. The trip is not merely for a luxury trip, but rather to venture with Karibuni Safaris and make some amazing stories for the website and upcoming newsletter. My blog today will show pictures of Kampala and the road to Mbale. I  must say I enjoyed my trip there and especially loved pulling the sun-roof open and sticking my silly dreaded head through the roof to take pictures of tree plantations after failing to take lovely photographs of the famous Kiira Dam. Oh well, enough bubble.. now to the pictures! Enjoy… First top, Nakumatt! Had to grab some ice and "juice" for the road!   All we were praying for really, was for the cars to move and the man in green to stay far away from the car!   The picture is worth a thousand words. A hundred shillings to the person who can guess this location!   Namawojolo... We have arrived the chicken, gonja and water capital of Uganda.   Fresh matooke, still at Namawoojolo.
Agenze!!! posted on June 26, 2009 - 6:18pm

Michael Joseph Jackson
August 29, 1958 – June 26, 2009
R.I.P
May you in death find the childhood joy that eluded you in life.
For childhood as i know it is officially over.

The Poor Young Man posted on June 26, 2009 - 5:29pm

To appreciate Michael Jackson, you must try to put yourself in his shoes and see why he was the way he was. People saw Michael Jackson through different lenses. While to some he was nothing more than a paedophile and a man who was so ashamed of his black skin that he bleached it, others saw him as a legend but a man all the same with weaknesses like any other human being.So I start with the death of Michael Jackson. On January 25, 2009, he was reported dead. I could not believe that the King of Pop could be dead. I first heard the breaking news on Vision Voice from Earnest Wasake a few minutes after 1 a.m. I could not believe that I was the first to break the news to my Mom because she is always on the BBC. But by the time the news of his death came, Mom had already switched off her radio and was asleep. I woke her up and broke the news to her. At that time there were conflicting reports about MJ’s status.

HELP ME posted on June 26, 2009 - 4:55pm

i am the african child
give me the African Child Support
– phoebe

Farewell, our Thriller Love. It’s Bad. posted on June 26, 2009 - 3:34pm
There goes a fellow we once loved. That’s the sad epitaph I’ve carved on his tombstone. The announcement came to my phone too late for me to read it last night, and this morning when the wife cut through the last bits of my sleep to tell me she was rushing to catch Michael Jackson on Larry King Live I thought she was mistaking me for one of her girlfriends with a fetish for old men. An hour or so later, I walked into the sitting room to find her all in tears and ten minutes after watching the world break down in various ways at the news, I almost joined her. Being a ‘hard’ African man, though, the eyes stayed dry but I must admit that the heart quivered a bit as memories and realisation spread from my mind downwards: I flushed MJ when it became evident that he was a child molester one way or another, but I never begrudged him his apparent desire to change the hue of his face.
Seek Justice posted on June 26, 2009 - 3:06pm

The case of the little 6-year-old girl who was raped continues to gnaw at our hearts, with no resolution or arrest to date.  So when I asked Heidi what topic we should address in CME today (our weekly staff meeting), she suggested we discuss sexual abuse.  At first I was taken aback, about how to approach this . . .but I realized it was a good opportunity to allow airing of viewpoints and to integrate spiritual and medical perspectives.

Uganda Bloggers Delegates' Convention posted on June 26, 2009 - 1:47pm

...that's what it was,honestly, coz those were too many bloggers in one place!Last time I tried to remember everyone, Carsozy got mad at me coz I somehow forgot mentioning him. Well, I am going to generalise.First things first, Carlo's radio buddies FB and Mel made me a celeb. I was mentioned on Sanyu FM's Morning Mismatch along with some other bloggers. (Vanity besets me). So mention me in the same light as a celeb okay?And then I came late.