Sunday, October 23, 2011

The World in Ten Years Time

Many of us wonder ‘what till be the world like in ten years’? Will we be able to fight global warming? Are we going to live in a world where everything is ‘touch and go’? Will world peace prevail? Is there still a hope for a better world?

Let’s discuss these issues one by one.

First, fighting global warming. Practically speaking, we cannot beat global warming anymore, but we can do something to prevent it from getting worse. Initially global warming started because of air pollution. Smoke from vehicles, chemicals from factories, and most of all, the number one contributor in the depletion of the ozone layer, the chlorofluorocarbon. Chlorofluorocarbon is the gas emitted from burning trees and plastics. We can actually prevent chlorofluorocarbon from existing only if we will also stop these harmful activities. The thing is, some people would risk everything for money. They do not care if they will harm someone or anything as long as they can make money out of it. Sadly speaking, they cannot see the fact that they are destroying the world they are in, and if these people continue to exist, this world will not last for long.

Next is technology. With the increasing number of gadgets, as well as the continuous upgrading of technology, no wonder the world will soon turn into a ‘touch and go’ environment. Especially now that Wi-Fi signals are everywhere, people can keep in touch with each other through mobile internet surfing. Update status, post your tweets, follow your idols; communicate to everyone by just using your fingers! Plus, like almost everything’s instant, everything fits just right for the busy schedule of everyone. Conversely speaking, our health and security are at risk. Why? First, in our health. Since everything can be done in an instant, even eating, most people forget to eat properly and on time. What’s more, they tend to eat instant foods instead of properly cooked foods because of their busy schedule. They rely mostly on vitamins but what they do not see is the huge side effect it will make in their bodies. Second is our security. We roughly post everything about us; what we are doing, where we are currently staying, who we are with. Positively this makes it easier for the legal departments to find you if you got missing in the next hours. Negatively, you can be spotted by immoral people.

Now, world peace. Since the beginning of life in this world, this has been the greatest issue of all time. And for sure, there is a certain question that has been running into our minds: why do we have to enter a war? Isn’t it a bit odd that people have to start a war and kill a huge number of innocent citizens? Of what benefits do they get from it? From holy crusades to invasion; can’t we just mind our own businesses and stop interfering other people’s matters? Why don’t we make a change and make this world a better place? Certainly, we will have a peaceful life if we would just love and care for each other cause if not, our world may be destroyed sooner than we think.

These are just some points in which most of us think that will happen in future time. It has indeed some bad effects in our lives, but I guess all we have to do is try to at least live our own lives to the fullest; enjoy our blessings and be contented with our journey.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

50 Quotes of Albert Einstein

1 “Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius — and a lot of courage — to move in the opposite direction.”

2 “Imagination is more important than knowledge.”

“Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.”

“The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax.”

“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”

“The only real valuable thing is intuition.”

“A person starts to live when he can live outside himself.”

“Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character.”

“I never think of the future. It comes soon enough.”

10 “The eternal mystery of the world is its comprehensibility.”

11 “Sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing.”

12 “Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.”

13 “Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds.”

14 “Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler.”

15 “Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.”

16 “Science is a wonderful thing if one does not have to earn one’s living at it.”

17 “The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.”

18 “The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.”

19 “The whole of science is nothing more than a refinement of everyday thinking.”

20 “Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal.”

21 “Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding.”

22 “The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible.”

23 “We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.”

24 “Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.”

25 “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.”

26 “Do not worry about your difficulties in Mathematics. I can assure you mine are still greater.”

27 “Equations are more important to me, because politics is for the present, but an equation is something for eternity.”

28 “If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut.”

29 “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the the universe.”

30 “As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain, as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality.”

31 “Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.”

32 “I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”

33 “In order to form an immaculate member of a flock of sheep one must, above all, be a sheep.”

34 “The fear of death is the most unjustified of all fears, for there’s no risk of accident for someone who’s dead.”

35 “Too many of us look upon Americans as dollar chasers. This is a cruel libel, even if it is reiterated thoughtlessly by the Americans themselves.”

36 “Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism — how passionately I hate them!”

37 “No, this trick won’t work…How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?”

38 “My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind.”

39 “Yes, we have to divide up our time like that, between our politics and our equations. But to me our equations are far more important, for politics are only a matter of present concern. A mathematical equation stands forever.”

40 “The release of atom power has changed everything except our way of thinking…the solution to this problem lies in the heart of mankind. If only I had known, I should have become a watchmaker.”

41 “Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence.”

42 “The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.”

43 “Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”

44 “You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat.”

45 “One had to cram all this stuff into one’s mind for the examinations, whether one liked it or not. This coercion had such a deterring effect on me that, after I had passed the final examination, I found the consideration of any scientific problems distasteful to me for an entire year.”

46 “…one of the strongest motives that lead men to art and science is escape from everyday life with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from the fetters of one’s own ever-shifting desires. A finely tempered nature longs to escape from the personal life into the world of objective perception and thought.”

47 “He who joyfully marches to music rank and file, has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action. It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.”

48 “A human being is a part of a whole, called by us ‘universe’, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”

49 “Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts.”

Sunday, May 1, 2011

New Me ^^,

New Hairdo, New Life!

Been so long dearest blissful diary. Imma share you now my ever-so dreamed haircut.

Summah-hottin haircut! LOLs. Have been dreaming of this for almost 4 years, and at last! I have achieved it :)

Thanks to Belissima Salon for this wonderful layered style.

Now that I have a new hairdo, I should have a new life too :))

Will now change for good ^^,

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

♥ Cheesecake ♥

Cheesecake has been on top of the list of my cravings ever since. Whether it is a plain or a flavored one, as long as it is a cheesecake, I'd gladly grab for it. Last month, Dad got a gift certificate from a friend. Without hesitation, we bought one whole cake the next day :)


Tenen! A whole Belgian Cheesecake ;)

It's so yummy that I can't resist to even take a bite before I leave the house to visit my friend in the hospital. Though it's not my favorite, this one is delicious as well ;) but of course, nothing can ever replace the Blueberry Cheesecake in my heart 

Date a Girl Who Reads

by Rosemarie Urquico

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent.  Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by God, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.


You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

You Should Date an Illiterate Girl

by Charles Warnke

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays is welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

Do those things, damn it, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, damn it, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the cafĂ©, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Adobosilog~

Last night, after watching the short film entitled Kinatay by Brillante Mendoza, I got hungry :D the last scene in that movie made me crave for silog! (I hate you Cecil, how craving your way of cooking silog is -_-") Then on my way home, I suddenly remembered that our ulam is Adobo. So I came up with an idea: have Adobosilog for dinner :DDD


Aaaand~ voila! Here it is ^^

To sweeten up my night, I had some custard cake (which my dad brought from his meeting) though the icing on it tasted like plastic balloon XD so I just ate the custard instead :p

I also had some An Pan which I bought from the bakery before I went home.

Overall, it was a super yummy night ;) plus the sweet call of my dearest boyfriend ^^,

Awesome, isn't it?

Now, I'm craving for some cheesecake :D hopefully tomorrow I could have some ;)

Sweet dreams everyone!


for those who do not know what silog is, it is sinangag plus itlog. Sinangag is the Tagalog term for fried rice, and itlog is the Tagalog of egg.