First, it was the photo-uploader.
Running out of ideas, Facebook?
I don’t know how long it’s been up there but I’m glad it is.
I can finally hide that annoying ticker!
Napataas lang kilay ko.
Naalala ko lahat ng stress na dinulot nila sa girlfriend ko.
Whoa! What’s an Android browser doing on my desktop?
Timeline looks good on mobile.
I’ve had it enabled on the desktop since shortly after F8 (like most of you probably have, too) so this is the only update I’m getting today.
Is it just me, or does Facebook’s new photo-upload window look really familiar?
On second thought, I guess Facebook buying Gowalla isn’t so surprising, seeing how Gowalla re-packaged itself months ago as a platform to share stories more than it being just the location-based check-in service it kicked off as.
I feel that love is not necessarily best expressed in words. While it is most heartening to hear someone tell you that they love you, I feel that love should not be comprised of passing encounters or random fancies, but instead love should either be the cloud that you float upon, the pedestal that supports you, the blanket that comforts you. Love should be as constant and as all-encompassing as possible, and is best expressed not by three words, but by two: commitment, and consistency.
You wake. She sleeps. Kiss her eyelids. She may not know you did it, but her heart will remain warm for the rest of the day.
Got time to spare? Make her breakfast. Doesn’t have to be fancy. Simple, sinful, the way she likes it. Butter. Maple syrup. Leave a rose on the tray.
You don’t have to text her every five minutes, giving her the minutiae of your daily routine. You don’t have to tack a poem on her fridge everyday before you walk out the door (although that would be nice once in a while). But you can be considerate. Try to be home when you say you will. If she asks you to pick something up on the way back from work, don’t forget to come back with it. As often as possible you should make her feel like she is a part of your life. That she is important to you. Be considerate. Know her, understand her, feel for her. You’re at the supermarket. Do you remember whether she likes dill or sweet pickles? Little things like these matter to a woman. If you remember what she likes, if you pay attention. Committed, consistent.
You don’t have to bury her in balloons, greeting cards, roses, teddy bears and chocolates every time you return home. (Although now and then it would be very sweet of you to do so.) Instead, kiss her on the mouth, linger, and tell her with your eyes and your smile that you are glad to be home, that her arms around your shoulders are the solace that makes even the most tiresome day at work seem worthwhile.
Dinner. Ask her how her day was. Tell her how yours was. She cares for you, she wants to know how you’ve been. Be happy for her successes, concerned for her troubles, and be ready to defend her when you must. You are her knight, she is your princess; perhaps not in the lofty horse-drawn carriage castle-in-the-clouds Cinderella type way, but in the more prosaic 21st century concrete jungle manner, but that doesn’t make knighthood any less romantic, or any less necessary. When a man loves a woman, the man means so much more to a woman than a man could ever hope to fully understand. When a woman loves, she remains a foundation of strength, a core of compassion and empathy. It is not so much that she wears her heart on her sleeve, but rather that she entrusts to her man the keystone of her foundation. For a man to fail a woman is to witness her collapse, and while she can indeed be rebuilt, for a woman is strong, what emerges from the detritus may not be the same woman.
Bed. Be her lover. Be her protector. As you take, so should you give. When you are both spent, don’t let her go right away. The thin sheen of sweat that glistens upon your bodies will quickly grow cold, clammy and uncomfortable. Hold her. Do not abandon her to the soul-stabbing chill of isolation. Allow her to savor the afterglow of your mutual pleasures. And when she finally begins to drift into the land of dreams, whisper softly in her ear, “I love you.” You may have only said it once today, but you will mean it, and she will believe you. Yours will be a love without uncertainty or trepidation. Hers will be a trust that will be founded upon your promise of commitment and consistency. You are her keystone.
She sleeps. She might not have heard you say you love her, but her heart will remain warm for the rest of the night.
Update: Oddly enough, I’m having trouble uploading this to Facebook. I tried uploading on different browsers (Firefox, Chrome, Opera and IE9), changed the file name, converted to PNG & GIF, changed pixel dimensions, rearranged the layout and even print-screened—-all to no avail. It kept saying there’s an error with the image file. Right. Or they could have way more advanced algorithms than we’re aware of, capable of tracking and blocking posts that ridicule Zucky.
On her Timeline.
The new Facebook Mobile UI on my desktop makes it look like I’m on an iPad.
So I did a quick edit on Photoshop when I noticed this.
Is this Facebook Vice President of Product Chris Cox?
This is pretty neat.
Memolane lets you pull out all your social media history from places like Twitter, Foursquare, Vimeo and Flickr and arranges them nicely in a timeline.
It’s interesting to note that it not only includes the maps from your Foursquare check-ins but it includes the photos you’ve shared via Twitter, too.
I found out about this service when people began saying that the recently introduced Facebook Timeline is nothing new because Memolane has been offering a chronological view of ALL your Facebook posts for more than a year now.
Well, new concept or not, Facebook’s Timeline will now become the standard way of sharing these contents, at least within Facebook.
For everything else? I will trust Memolane since Twitter doesn’t really allow for an easy review of tweets from years passed. The same goes for Foursquare.
What do you think?