Nostradamus was a man who wasn’t able to predict anything about the future. Those who study his
writings can not predict anything accurate enough to be of any use to anyone. His quartrains are good only as propaganda to sell poorly written books, B movies, and pseudo documentaries about the supposed existence of “psychic” powers.
Nostradamus’ writings are also useful to dictators like Hitler.
Before the Nazi invasion of France, Joseph Goebbels, the chief Hitler propagandist, circulated a lie: he said that based on the predictions of this obscure French Doctor, His boss will succeed in invading the whole world. Those in France who were superstitious enough to believe this lie unwittingly contributed to the capitulation of their country to Hitler. In essence, Nostradamus’ writings not only succeeded in pulling the National IQ of France a few notches lower than before, it also contributed to its temporary defeat by lowering its morale.
The truth is, his writings are so vague, if you are smart enough you can take any of them out of context and make it appear that he was able to predict what you had for breakfast this morning. All you have to do is make a vague connection with what he wrote, and Voila! You can make it appear that Nostradamus was able to foretell, HUNDREDS OF YEAR AGO, that you had hot dog sandwich and brewed coffee while watching CNN.
Because they are so vague, you can connect anything he wrote to anything else that has
happened YESTERDAY or is happening around you NOW. But you CAN NOT use his writings to predict what WILL HAPPEN TOMMORROW.
Since Hitler’s time, Nostradamus fans have been studying his quartrains. None of them convincingly warned us about September 11, 2001. The only time they claimed that his quartrains were able to predict the 9-11 tragedy was only on September 12, 2001 (when they started connecting what happened in the immediate past to his vague writings.)
In case you missed what I just said… THEY WERE ABLE TO MAKE THE PREDICTION ONLY AFTER THE DISASTER HAPPENED.
That’s why the study of Nostradamus’ writings is also known as Bovine Eschatology (loosely translated, it means bullshit).
That being said, here are my Top 10 PREDICTIONS for the year 2009!!! (a.k.a. more useless crap) :
10. “PeaceMaker” Obama will launch missile strikes against the moon.
9. Andal Ampatuan,Jr.’s picture will be the MOST WANTED newspaper banner.
8. Cory Aquino’s Bodyguards in active duty will become famous for being INACTIVE.
7. Jinky Pacquiao will want to borrow the Golf Club of Tiger Woods’ WIFE.
6. Price of Cars and real estate will… DIVE… in Marikina and Pasig areas.
5. Obviously, NEW YORK YANKEES will win the 2009 World Series.
4. Year 2009? For Michael Jackson… This is IT.
3. Hayden Kho will show he has a SMALL talent in front of cameras.
2. This Internet RUMOR will gross-out even stomachs of steel: VICKY BELO sex scandal.
AND MY NUMBER 1 PREDICTION FOR THE YEAR 2009…
1. Even though there are no elections, Filipinos WORLD WIDE will vote for a HERO.
My Predictions for the year 2010?... Come back next year… I’ll write them on December 2010.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! (hwag mag paloko sa mga manghuhula)
I received a letter last week (September 18) from Sage's teacher, challenging me to spend the coming weekend with my daughter without watching TV. My first reaction was, "You have gotta be kidding me." How am I supposed to bond with my kids over the weekend without TV? The answer to that question came really fast... about 150 km/hr fast.
I woke up that Saturday morning without seeing the sun. Thick sheets of rain roared down from the heavens. Typhoon Ondoy came knocking at our doors with gale force winds. We suspected there will be serious flooding. Problem is we still had no groceries because during the past few days, Ayheen was sick, she even had to miss several ER duties at St. Luke's last week, and Sadie, our youngest daughter, started having febrile episodes the night before.
Ayheen and I went out to buy much needed supplies. But the water level outside the village was already knee-high. We decided to go back and prepare the house before the flood breaches our front door.
The rain kept pouring in buckets (in the vernacular "Balde, balde"), the first trickle of flood water stealthily crept into our house through the front door around 12:30PM. Seeing it goaded us to move faster. We were playing beat the clock against Ondoy. The bastard was winning. But I told myself that was just round one.
The water almost reached an exposed portion of an extension electric cord lying on the floor which I had not noticed before. Fortunately Ayheen alerted me of the danger. and so I was able to get the cord out of the way. She's the reason why I didn't get fried last week (just imagine the kind of obituary I would have gotten. I mean, burning to death... in the middle of a flood?).
We only moved the essentials to the second floor and we asked the kid's yaya to cook anything and everything edible as fast as she could then send it upstairs. I can tell you now, in times of crisis, those omelets and hard-boiled eggs taste like million dollar Faberge’s.
We joined the kids and my mother-in-law upstairs just before the level reached the electric socket in the kitchen. While doing an inventory of the food we rescued from the ground floor, the kids asked about the whereabouts of Parrot fish-- their only pet I allow them to keep. Without second thoughts I ran back downstairs to get the fish and its aquarium. While my kids were in awe thinking how heroic their dad was in saving their pet, their dad was trying to remember how many calories does a very, very raw sushi have.
SURVIVOR: Pasig
At one point, the flood water rose at a rate of 3 ft./hr. At that rate, I figured if we were to be rescued, we’d be on our toes… standing on the roof.
That’s when our brains clicked into survival mode. Our furniture and vehicle below were starting to swim in the flood but they were farthest from our minds. I started to pull out the curtains and strung them together as makeshift ropes just in case we need to tie ourselves together to prevent being washed away from our house by the rampaging floodwater. I looked for a large tarpaulin that I kept in the attic that would serve as a shelter above our heads should we find ourselves fighting for our lives against the wind and rain should we need to make our last stand against these elements on our rooftop.
We have an attic but the windows have grills. Should the flood reach that level we’d be trapped. I tried to pull out the air conditioner but it wouldn’t budge because it was awkwardly positioned. The part outside the house is slightly tilted towards the ground, hence pulling it out of its casing would have required superhuman strength. So I did what all other self respecting husbands would have done under such extreme circumstance—I called Superwoman, my wife, for help.
Together, and with the use of a barbell handle bar as a lever, I was able to yank the air conditioner out of its casing. As it slid out, the kid’s yaya Ning helped me carry it down to the attic floor. The air conditioner’s casing was extremely difficult to pull out since it was nailed to the window. The roaring sound of wind and rain was joined by the periodic, metallic clang of my barbell handle bar as I tried to use it as a pike to pry the metal casing loose. It took me a while to get the job done. Later, the neighbors told me they thought I was going desperately crazy by making all that bone chilling noise.
My mother-in-law was rock solid all throughout this ordeal. She kept on telling Sage not to panic, to have presence of mind because we might need to swim that night. She sounded like she was talking to Sage just before we go to her school’s family day. The only time I heard her voice falter was right after she lead the praying of the Rosary, she muttered, “Dyos ko, tama na po.”
The wind and rain were merciless. If I were to die that night and should the kids be lucky enough to live, they would remember everything I’d say, so I chose my words very carefully. To all my three daughters, I repeatedly told each one of them that:
“You are very beautiful. You are beautiful because real beauty lies within.”
“Dad loves you so much. But God loves you even more. Whatever happens, God loves you more than I love you.”
But the truth is, should we find ourselves that night outside the comfort of our bedroom, their chances of survival is practically nil. Sadie had fever and Tristan is just a babe; their bodies are the least prepared to fight the biting cold outside. In the cold calculus of survival, I will lose some of my family if we find ourselves trapped in the roof. And I will lose all of them if we get washed away by the flood.
AWAITING DAWN
Earlier that day I was thinking of the battle against this typhoon as a game or a boxing match. He was ahead on points and I had to hustle. I was wallowing in the illusion that I was living Sebastian Junger’s Perfect Storm. That illusion turned into a nightmare with the sudden realization that I can lose my wife, my kids, my life that very night. It humbled me. It depressed me. I felt so helpless.
We did everything we could. I already prepared my family and asked our neighbors and everyone within hearing range to prepare for the worst. The only chance we have is for the heavens to answer our prayers and stop the rain from falling. I found myself echoing the plea of Ayheen’s Mom: “Dyos ko, tama na po.”
I turned my attention to my kids. I may not be able to stop the rain, but I can try to make this experience less traumatic for them. I let them sing songs. I think their favorite was Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me. My most important duty is to help them go through a rough experience without letting them get emotionally scarred.
Of the three girls, it was Sabine who showed signs of being distressed. She becomes reticent when she feels something is terribly wrong. Her eyes become alert… and terrified. Looking into those large brown eyes is like seeing her beautiful soul. That night I saw fear when I looked at her.
I tried to talk to her but for the longest time she stubbornly held on to her fear. She finally smiled only when I said that on her 6th birthday (October 30), we will go to CAMSUR so that we can go wakeboarding. That perked her up. She finally smiled and said she only wants to swim in the pool there. Sabine started wearing the inflatable rings around her chest and arms. She started walking around as if she were a beach bum.
(In retrospect, I feel so sorry now since I can’t make that promise happen. We have to wisely allocate our surviving meager resources and prioritize meeting our budget.)
The rains finally stopped furiously beating on us sometime that night (I couldn’t tell when since I measured the passage of time not by the ticking of the clock but by the number of steps in our stairs that the water level has reached.) But even though the rain has stopped, the wind was still howling. I knew that rescue will come not earlier than the coming dawn.
SABINE PRIVATE RYAN
After a sleepless night, a cloudy dawn greeted us. The water level has yet to recede. And the rain occasionally poured down the water that has yet to be drained from the heavens, further slowing the flood level’s descent. As we talked among ourselves (our small neighborhood became tightly knit overnight) we started hearing the sound of helicopters mechanically chopping the air around us with their blades. They were flying so low, I could see the serial number near their tails. Sabine came out of our small balcony, smiled at the pilots, waved at them and playfully shouted “FOOD PLEASE!”
I guess the pilot scratched his head, decided that Sabine didn’t look the part of an emaciated flood victim, then tossed out his kitty of relief goods to the other side of the row of houses away from us. It actually made me smile-- Atleast my kids look healthy even if they are candidly caught by those big broadcast network’s cameras for their prime time audience.
But at that moment I did an inventory of our supplies and despite of my absence of actuarial skills, I can tell that we wouldn’t last a day without more supplies of water and food.
Fortunately, Ayheen spotted the tightly sealed, 2-gallon bottled water we left behind as we dashed to the second floor the previous day to prevent getting electrocuted in the flood water. It was floating in filthy, mud filled water that was still about 7ft. deep. I tied the makeshift ropes (curtains) I made to our balcony window and carefully climbed down to a waiting liquid pool of brown filth below. I swam towards the 2-gallon bottled water and tied the handle to the end of the rope so that Ayheen could pull it up the balcony. It was so heavy, I was waiting for it to drop so that I can just climb up the rope and pull it myself. To their credit, Ayheen and Yaya Ning didn’t let it drop down. With sheer force of will they were able to pull it up. I said to myself I was one luck SOB being in the company of Superwomen. I climbed back using the rope and promised myself that I will never, ever drink Café Mocha again for as long as I live.
Though that water has been secured, our food has yet to be replenished. And Sadie was still febrile.
I learned later that my whole family were working the phones through the night, asking help from friends, trying to pull whatever strings they can pull, collecting on whatever debt owed them by somebody or anybody just to get us out of there by any means necessary.
My sister, Ate Joy, and her whole family came all the way from Cabanatuan in the middle of the storm to try to help us. My brother emailed the coordinates of our apartment to a friend who is also a fellow KBP Standard’s Authority Director, and Air Force Officer, Col. Somodio, using Google Earth. My sister-in-law, Jen, braved the receding flood waters at the foot of Rosario Bridge, Ortigas Extension to talk to our Dad’s old friend who has become a top notch technocrat in this administration’s Press department. She was endorsed to his people and was ultimately referred to very tall, melanin-impaired guys with big boats.
Later that day, inside our flooded apartment, I heard my name being called out by a familiar voice. When I peeked outside our window, I saw my diminutive sister-in-law, Jen, looking every inch like Bonaparte in yellow raincoat and New York Yankees’ cap, in command of a small fleet-- Two rubber boats manned by the US Navy.
ANSWERED PRAYERS
The kids and my mother-in-law and Yaya Ning had already been rescued about 30 or 40 minutes earlier before Jen came with her boats. We decided to let them leave with the police because:
Sadie may need to be hydrated with Intravenous Fluid which we didn’t have,
Tristan’s can of milk powder is starting to hit Tin bottom.
Ayheen’s Mom was complaining of non-specific symptoms including epigastric pain,
Food supply is really low I’ve been eating only small quantities of high caloric peanut butter and Ayheen, despite of my prodding, was developing her own version of a killer south beach diet which involves eating only liberal quantities of air.
When Sadie was asking for real food instead of crackers, Sage replied that she will call 911-11-11 for a Pizza. Marie Antoinette would have been proud.
My instructions to Sage before she left was that she was to take really good care of her sisters. She was not to let them out of her sight-- even when they had to use the Restroom they should all stick together. She was to maintain her presence of mind.
When they boarded the police's boat, I heard our neighbors cheering them on. They were all smiling and my kids smiled back at them. "Para lang silang nagpi-picnic" commented one. When they left Ayheen smiled at me and said "o ngayon pwede na tayo magutom."
ANNIE AND SOFIE
30 minutes after they left, Jen arrived with her fleet. When we boarded one rubber boat I wanted to tell our caucasian friends "Welcome to New Orleans!" but I decided it was not the time for wisecracks. They kept on telling us that they only have 5 minutes to spare. And that they can only accommodate the two of us.
Right.
We told them that there are others needing rescue near the back of the Village where the flooding was worse. After hesitating for a moment, the guy who looked like Dennis Leary radioed his CO then asked me for directions. Jen, on the other hand, was rescuing a whole family trapped inside a house near our apartment. She asked, or was it "ordered," those burly guys she was with to breakdown the submerged frontdoor so that those people can get out.
From 2nd avenue we went all the way to the 10th. There we aided a young mother named Annie and her 6month old daughter, Sofie. We assessed that Sofie was not yet dehydrated, thank God. She looked so fragile and terrified of her new acquaintance. We didn't pry her away from her Mom for the rest of the trip to Rosario.
The Americans were amazed at what they saw around the village. Despite of the rubbish and devastation, people were waving at them, sometimes playfully chanting "VFA! VFA!" There was evenone guy in his balcony waving at them with soap suds all over his body, apparently bathing in flood water. Rich and Poor residents are asking for food and water. The Navy grunts promised us that after dropping us off, they are coming back to supply our neighbors with those basic needs.
AMAZING KIDS
Meanwhile, The Kids, their Yaya and Ayheen's Mom were all safe inside the Ambulance of The Medical City. I was told that when an MD commented that Sadie didn't have fever, it was Sabine who correctly volunteered the information that it was because Sadie was just given medicine at 11 AM and that it hasn't been four hours since her last dose of paracetamol. The doctors asked why she knew those things. She replied it's because her parents are Doctors too.
They were all supposed to be taken to an evacuation center, but Sage's eagle eyes spotted the Car of her Ninong Noel, my kid brother, that was parked near a gasoline station. iT turned out that my all members of my family were all there at the Rosario gasoline station.
All their cousins were there to greet them. It was like a reunion for them. After spending an afternoon picinic.
But since we were still inside the Village in the rubber boat, we didn't know they were OK. Ayheen cried when she called My Dad's house and was told that the Kids were not there yet. We were so worried we thought we made the wrong decision in letting them Go before us.
It was then Annie’s turn to comfort Ayheen as Baby Sofie quietly looked on, more relaxed as if sensing that she had been delivered out of danger.
We started calling out Sage’s name while walking along the length of RosarioBridge. I looked for them at Grocery just beside the Rosario Church. When I couldn’t find them there I went inside the church. I tried to look at all the faces inside and outside the church. It was the middle of the homily. The priest was giving a sermon about why we shouldn’t blame God for disasters like floods because Men are to blame for these disasters—Not GOD. I heard that sermon before or a variation of it. It’s a cliché but it has taken on a new meaning for me. Almost tearfully I told myself that God is also not to blame for my stupid decision of letting my kids leave the house without us.
Fortunately, when I left the church I saw Jen talking to her CP that finally got a working mobile phone network signal again. She then shouted out to me that the kids were safe. They were all in the van with the rest of their cousins.
The Great Seer predicted that the world will end on December 31, 11:59PM in the year 2012. Every body believed her when she made this prediction back in 2009 which was more or less 3 years before the world ended. After all, she correctly predicted that Kris Aquino will become the President of the Philippines. She accurately predicted that Korina Sanchez will seek annulment of her wedding to former senator roxas so that she can marry Willie Revillame instead. When she predicted that Usama Bin Laden was hiding as a second courser nursing student in one of the colleges of the Philippines, which lead to his eventual capture, the US government gave her the Presidential Medal of Freedom. And when she saved the world from economic meltdown, the dow jones industrial average climbed to 20,000 points in just 30 minutes. And she was immediately given two Nobel Prizes: 1st in Economics and the second, for PEACE.
The Great Seer was so heartbroken when she made the prediction of the world ending in 2012. According to her closest confidante, she was last seen entering the convent in Mt.Zion where Nun Novices take a lifetime vow of silence.
And so the whole world was left with no choice but to wait for its coming end which everybody thought was irreversible.
The Great Seer was NEVER WRONG in her predictions before.
And so, on the last day of the year 2012, the countdown for the end started… Everybody was resigned to their common fate. They have been shedding tears for years and months now, when December 31 came, there were no more tears left for anyone in the world to shed.…
By 11:30 PM… every body in the world came out of their houses to look at the night sky for the last time.
11:45 PM… there was complete silence.
11:50 PM…
11:55 PM…
11:58 PM… Everyone held their breath, their last breath before everybody dies.
10 seconds...
…
5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
11:59 came and went. BUT EVERY ONE WAS STILL ALIVE!!!
On 12:04 AM, January 1, 2013, everybody realized that for the first time, THE GREAT SEER HAD BEEN WRONG in her prediction. The whole world was shaken by ecstatic shouts of joy by the living who couldn’t contain their emotions for surviving the predicted end..
By 12:20 AM, Radio, TV and the Internet came alive again, mocking the once infallible seer for the prediction that didn’t come true.
And so Everybody was drinking champagne, or red horse beer, or GSM blue, or Fit n Right and were all laughing their hearts out, celebrating being alive when the END of the world came on
12:29 AM, January 1,
2013…
It was as if God just snapped his fingers and the whole Earth suddenly vaporized, leaving nothing but cosmic dust in its place in the space between Venus and Mars.
The great was indeed wrong for the first and last time.
The prediction was 30 minutes TOO EARLY.
(Author's Note: the story is just an adaptation of one of the short stories in this book of Isaac Asimov et al. My apologies to those who thought it was an original. Please call off your plans to campaign for my inclusion in next year's national artists awards. Please lang po. Allergic ako kay Carlo Caparas. )
Sage sang at the Alumni Homecoming Mass yesterday at the MC Chapel. Days before that, when I learned that she'll be singing with the Jr. Glee club I asked if I could watch them. She rolled her eyes in exasperation and said, " Dad, it's a MASS, yo."
Interpretation: "ofcourse you can come and you don't have to ask, you moron."
Sage, You were lustily applauded by those inside the chapel after the mass. We're so proud of you.
"(My dad taught me) If you ever make a move, whether it's for a kiss or something more intimate, and you feel the slightest bit of resistance, stop. A lot of times, after you stop, they're going to then say, 'now it's OK. '...DON'T... That time, that day, that's as far as you go."- Mat McConaughey
Tristan, these words of wisdom will not make you a good person. But they will save you from getting arrested when you start dating girls. So tell all your guy friends about this piece of advice, Dude. And someday, when you talk to your son/s, and the SONS OF YOUR FRIENDS, always tell them about this. I'd like to take credit for it but that quote is not from me. I just read it yesterday from Men's Journal.
It is true what many of you have heard. The machines have gathered an army
and as I speak that army is drawing nearer to our home. Believe me when I say we have a difficult time ahead of us
but if we are to be prepared for it
we must first shed our fear of it. I stand here before you now truly unafraid!
Why?
Because I believe something you do not?
No!
I stand here without fear because I remember.
I remember that I am here not because of the path that lay before me,
but because of the path that lies behind me! I remember that for one hundred years we have fought these machines! I remember that for one-hundred years they have sent their armies to destroy us
and after a century of war I remember that which matters most!
We are still here!
Tonight let us send a message to that army! Let us shake this cave! Tonight let us tremble these walls of earth, steel and stone! Let us be heard from red core to black sky! Tonight let us make them remember
"Clare: Do you think I wanted this life, this husband that disappears? Who would want that?
Henry: You have a choice.
Clare: I never had a choice."
Tristan, Dude, I just watched the youtube trailer of the novel I blogged about weeks ago. I just realized the whole thing is a deterministic interpretation of the universe. It practically means that time is just like a circle: What happens now has already happened and the future lies not only ahead but also in the past. Every decision we made about our lives was already pre-determined. We have no control over it. Just like what Clare said, we had no choice... Einstein was the last Physicist who believed in a deterministic universe. Just like Clare he probably also believed we had no choice. That the future is predictable. And that we are so helpless we can not do anything to change it.
Einstein was wrong.
It is important for you and your sisters to believe that our future has yet to be written, to believe that no living person on earth has a magical gift to see the future. Otherwise you may become gullible victims of Con men who pass themselves off as "Manghuhula."
I wrote the blog entry below 2 years ago (during the last few days of JULY 2006). Thanks to PrinsesaMusang's comment, I remembered it yesterday (Thanks, RN!)
"When a person hears self-proclaimed psychic or psychic promoters like jimmy lichauco, rene mariano and madame auring, he hears people who speak of things he does not understand. He may rightfully think that what these people are saying is CRAP. BUT... Out of ignorance and lack of education, he may also think that GOD is mysterious and beyond understanding. So he may erroneously think that these people are speaking the language of GOD.
Politicians use these gullibility to their advantage. You know why Nostradamus became famous in the first place? A certain adolf hitler used the writing of this obscure french guy to make a self serving prediction. He used a Quartrain (a part of the french guy's book) to say that nostradamus predicted that he will be victorious in his war against the allied powers. It was purely psychological warfare.
What's hilarious is that the allied powers used THE SAME BOOK OF THAT FRENCH GUY to predict that they will win their war against the axis.
What is not funny anymore is that when the allies won the war, people actually started believing the propaganda of the allies about nostradamus-- they forgot that his quartrains are so vague, even hitler USED them in his own propaganda to predict a victory that NEVER WAS.
Please don't believe the propaganda of tyrants about so called psychics. They are as clueless about the future as everyone else.
The God who loves each and everyone so much is the God of Logic, of Mathematics, of Science, of TRUTH. His ways and language is mysterious BUT please remember that self proclaimed psychics DO NOT SPEAK for him.
There is a really, really stupid game show out there called "deal or no deal". It does not test any skill that the contestant may have. whether one wins or lose depends on Mathematical probability (dumb people call it "luck")
Thank God he found a way to use even a lowly game show like this to enlighten us and warn us about believing in abominations called "psychics". They are abominations because I think I've read somewhere in Jeremiah that these people (Psychics/false prophets) "prophecy of things they have not seen"-- which means they are abominations in the eyes of God not because they have demonic powers but because they PRETEND they have supernatural/demonic capabilities.
Somebody should sue them for fraud.
Anyway, back to the game show, a so-called "psychic" (rene mariano) was dumb enought to accept the invitation to be one of the contestants. Everybody, especially the very gullible gameshow hostess, thought that being PSYCHIC he would win 2 MILLION BUCKS. He ended up with 75 PESOS and a deeply red face as if tomatoes were thrown at him by the audience. See how foolish it is to entrust one's faith in somebody who PRETENDS he can see the future."
Dear Sage, This morning while on our way to school, I told you guys “Hey, there will be an eclipse today: An eclipse is when the Sun gets slowly eaten by a giant dragon in the sky. But because it is so hot the dragon eventually spits it out after few minutes of trying to swallow it.” You guys were unimpressed and told me “We know what an eclipse is. We studied it in school.”
Smart ass.
Usually, nothing comes between the rays of the sun and the Earth (Just like Brooke Shields and her Calvin Klein Jeans.) But in regular intervals, the moon crosses the path in the sky in front of the sun. The shadow it casts on the Earth is the one we view as an eclipse. Depending on where you view this event, the moon’s shadow may totally blot out the sun from the sky (total eclipse) or you may just see a part of the sun darkened by the moon’s shadow (partial eclipse)
I have yet to witness a Total Eclipse. But it really is a cool event. It’s like the night descending in the middle of the day and staying briefly for a visit, then slowly yielding the heavens again to the light of day. During that brief interval, the chickens roost and the stars become visible.
During one total eclipse that happened in the early part of the 20th century, a prominent astronomer was able to observe that the position of the stars near the sun appear to be different during a total eclipse.
This simple observation proved the accuracy of General Relativity. The erstwhile crazy theory that a massive object (like the sun) can actually bend space finally gained acceptance among the world’s astrophysicists. A massive object like the sun can distort the “Flat” surface of space. In doing so, the lights from the stars that pass by its vicinity are "bent" because they have to travel a curved path instead of going straight to Earth. Which explains why the stars near the sun in a Total Eclipse appear to have changed position.
Remember at the basement of SM mega mall? There is this huge, black, circular funnel where we let coins spin around it until it reaches the center where it eventually drops out of sight? like in the youtube video below...
It is a good illustration of General Relativity. It actually represents a very massive, very dense singularity. The density of a singularity is so… huge (when you grow up, you will chastise me for this understatement) that it does not just bend light when it passes by its vicinity, it actually sucks it into the hole and does not let it escape. That's why a singularity is also know by another name, "Black Hole."
I bet they have yet to teach you that in 4th grade, huh? Huh?
Dear Tristan, more than once I came across people who, after learning that I have three daughters, always call them my “pambayad utang.” And they always add that I should not fool around because my daughters are the ones who will suffer the consequence of KARMA. The fact that those stupid fools are still breathing is proof that anger management does work.
Let me get this straight- There is no such thing as Karma.
Karma is an illusion.
Nature may have a mechanism to seek balance in Physics, in Chemistry, in Biology. But the laws of men and human relationship are inherently unfair-- Always have, always will.
Injustice rules. Equality is an exception. How else can you explain the good fortune of Erap. How else can you explain the fact that the world is still mourning the death of a singer while glossing over the passing of Walter Cronkite or the fact that it is not outraged by the death of that Iranian girl, Neda, in the brutal hands of a totalitarian state.
Even if I go whoring, my daughters will not suffer because of Karma. Simply because:
KARMA DOES NOT EXIST. GODDAMNIT!
It was not fear of Karma that’s why I chose not go whoring. It was Choice.
I chose to go against the norm. I chose to recognize the fact that chicks need dignity and decency to live.Just like me, they need to realize their real worth. Just like me they should not let any man look down on them. Just like when I chose not to smoke because I knew that halitosis will not endear me to chicks, or when I chose not to love drinking alcoholic beverages (because there is no other drug more satisfying than sex) it was borne out of simple CHOICE.
Karma has no scientific basis. That is why in human relationships it is HARDER to choose what is right. It is harder to let go, to walk away to let yourself be wounded rather than see her in tears. That is why we need strength from God. This means, every time we make the right choice…
Yesterday, July 19, we went to church at CTK (thank God JJ wasn't around because the mass was for late morning). In the pew just infront of us was a baby around 6 months old in the arms of her Mom. Sadie, you and Ate Sabine played peekaboo with her. You made her laugh and giggle. You also sang twinkle twinkle little star for her. later I had to take you and Ate Sabine outside. There is a series of small puddles which you guys used like a hopscotch board.
Today, July 20, looking at the picture reminds me of the famous line first uttered 40 years ago today by Neil Armstrong...
"That's one small step for (a) man, One giant leap for mankind."
Taken two weeks ago in Baguio. Soiree right after 4th of July. With a President named Hussein Obama and a hip Ambassador like her, I don't see how Ka Satur or Ka Teddy can sustain their crusade against what Iran's Dictators call the Great... You know who.
Im Test driving the video capture capability of Ayheen's Nokia 5800. We just got it today. GRand Dy was with us at the Megamall and he spent the weekend here too. He wasn't in the frame when the shot was taken though.
The Kids are watching Discovery Channel (Evolution of dinosaurs.) Later Sage asked me "how did they know there were scorpions 1 meter long and that they feed on fish?", "how did they know that the fish is our ancestor?"
I wanted to say that it's because of the fossil record. but come to think of it, everything that they've seen in that discovery channel special is just scientific guess work, Sage. Maybe one of you guys will look at the fossil records someday and say, "You got it WRONG discovery channel. This is what really happened during the pre-cambrian period..."
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