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Science and religion are two parallel lines which intersect at a common point.
P.S. Upon closer research, I found out that this video is nothing but a hoax. Another instance of this episode has been circulating around the internet since 1999, and that version didn’t feature Albert Einstein at all. Moreover, the explanations about “cold and “hot” and “darkness” and “light” are somehow incorrect. For more information, click here.
P.P.S. The video itself may be a hoax, but I believe that the message it conveys is far more important.
Classes are suspended for the whole week, and whether I like it or not, I have to combat with long intervals of boredom and inactivity. So far, these things come in handy on my war against general ennui:
Classes will start again on October 5. By then, I should have accomplished something good and worthwhile.
I’ll try to keep this brief.
In a typical “Who wants to be a Millionaire?” game…
Host: For $25, answer this question. Which of the following signifies old age?
Suddenly, these thoughts emerged from the mind of the contestant:
The present societal norm when it comes to being old is dictated by age. Old people are stereotyped and perceived to be as “white haired people incapable of recalling simple and complex things who are boring, most of the time”.
But for me, one thing is for sure: the term “old” refers to an adjective and is presented qualitatively therefore we cannot measure it quantitatively. We can’t go on trying to find a plausible connection between age and oldness. Probably, this is the reason why “senior citizens” are not termed as “old citizens”.
More often than not, an old person has already ticked all the check box when it comes to success. It is the state wherein we often catch ourselves nostalgically reflecting on everything that has happened in our lives and evaluating them according to our standards.
It can come anytime. It can come early, though it is most common to attain it during the latter part of our lives.
Being old doesn’t relate to physical appearance (a.), memory (b.) nor social competence (c.); being old means being “old” enough to learn how to accept mistakes, how to rise up each time we fall and how to live a life worth living (d.).
Host: I hate to interfere. In fact, you have to take your time. But time is almost up. I need your answer now.
Contestant: D. Learning how to accept, rise and live. Final Answer.
This post is dedicated to my father and Catherine who’ll be celebrating their birthdays on October. The latter is having a birthday contest. For details, click here. Now I’m tagging Mary Grace, Jonell, Ate Grace, Karen and Lei.
“There’s no use,” she said while I tried to reverse direction and pull back again. I pretended not to hear her and continue treading wherever my steps led me. But then, my fear won over my courage. There is really no use.
“Who are you?” I said again, as calmly and courageous as possible. Soon, my arrectores pilorum began to contract which materialized as tiny goosebumps.
Those black eyes of her stared at me for a few seconds, then she looked away. “We’ve been through this before, and I have answered that same question again and again,” she paused then continued. “I’m your ghost.”
My jaw fell. I must admit, she looks exactly like me – her long, straight black hair and her fair complexion are my features as well. She’s even wearing my uniform – a white nurse’s uniform. But something’s not right: she has blood all over her body.
“But that’s completely absurd! I can’t possibly have a ghost. This ain’t happening! This is just another dream and minutes from now, I’ll wake up again just like what I always do when I see you in my dreams,” I said though I don’t believe myself.
“Believe what you want to believe. I’m just here to warn you., She hesitated for a moment, clearly choosing the right words to say. “Three days from now, you and I are going to be one.”
“What do you mean?” I said but it’s too late. She’s already gone. People – mostly students – appeared out of nowhere.
Suddenly, the corridor is crowded.
To be continued.
P.S. Unlike the other two, this episode has no included picture since I can’t find something that is related to this post. If you happen to see one, please leave the URL of the photo here. Thanks.
I’m not an aficionado of luck nor destiny. In fact, I rarely check on my daily dose of horoscope, which is a way of life for most Filipinos. Nonetheless, I still tried palm reading just for fun. Lucky for me, my classmate claims that he can draw conclusions as to where my future is heading by just merely looking at the lines that make up the palm of my left hand. It saved me Php 100, which is the price of a fortune telling session in Quiapo, Manila.
So I gave it a try. At first, I’m a bit surprised when I saw the lines that make up my palm. They look like strange lines scattered in every direction imaginable and unimaginable. Suddenly, I have known the trick. Palm readers rest on the assumption that there is a reason why those lines appear as they are; that no palm is exactly alike therefore no future is exactly alike, too. After five minutes, my classmate a.k.a. the amateur fortune teller came up with these results:
True or false, credible or not. I still believe that my future depends on me, not on the lines on my palm. All along, I believe that the future is an unraveling mystery, constantly revealed by how we live our lives in the present.
How about you? Is your future already written?