Maybe I'm gonna have to blog this, and you should be shot with a thousand pellets (or maybe just 100) if, after reading you still won't believe it truly happened. Actually, it occured last June during my birthday. My childhood friends Yong and Lloyd and their neighbor decided to hike towards the mountain from hometown, south of Davao City, by early dawn partly to celebrate my day ( we were actually avid nature trekkers so it's not hard to convince each of us to climb that mountain, Mt. Talomo thousands of feet above sea level) . So we walked on foot before sunrise and, amazingly we had no fuzz as we reached our impromptu destination about three hours later. Up there, after buying a delicious Marang fruit from a stall, my friends announced the 'hold-up'. Since it was my birthday, I must treat them to a hearty breakfast in that mountain resort called Loleng's just across the street. I gulped, maybe the price up there would be as steep as our trail. Ah, Lloyd volunteered to pay for the entrance fee. He's a manager (but I self-confess I'm his adviser hehe) so we half-expected him to do that. Well then, no problemo and we proceeded towards the gate and hiked what seemed to be a kilometric trail before finally reaching the resort.
Now watching the distant city, the wide seascape of Davao Gulf and the broad blue sky from up there was truly an exhilirating feel that made my imagination fly up. While waiting for those nosy waiters to serve our breakfast treat, I challenged my pals: let's play cloud forming. What's that? Oh, it's forming up clouds with images from one's mind. Lloyd was game, he said he wants to see a nude female figure. Er, I told him this game needs one to be pure in heart. But he insisted he's pure in heart. Ok then, let's wait some time while we gobble our tasty breakfast.
Minutes later, there it was, a weird cloud that looked like a female figure hovering over us on the upper left corner over the horizon. That was strange, I observed, because the figure only showed one breast. I wonder why. Cloud as it was, it changed form minutes later.
That was only the beginning. A dinner later, while treating my friends to a chinese fastfood meal, some of my childhood classmates wanted to treat me with their own version of 'goodwill' by inviting me to a bar with videoke cubicles and a hospitality girl (they're called GRO's-guest relations officers here to sound politically correct, and to mention some politicians are also their avid patrons) to order the night with. That's because, I suspect that all those years I seem to them a geeky and innocent (hah, thats what 'ya think) batchmate who deseparately needs their kind of 'baptism'. I played the game to appease them anyway, and this girl kept kissing me because she thinks I'm cute ( not really my type, but I think she's Lloyds fancy because he was the one who chose her). Anyway, to compress the story up, she got so desperate she finally showed one of her boobs (Aha! It was Lloyd's cloud forming antic finally revealed!). In conclusion, the night ended with the girl thumping out of the cubicle frustated she didn't get what she wanted, my other classmate literally pissing off the cubicle due to flunked modus operandi ( I suspect there's conspiracy involved), and me still retaining my 'purity in heart' kuno (hehehe!).
But between that night and the early morning trek experience with my friends, I'd choose the latter as the one that won the prize for one of my best birthday celebration ever (and it doesn't occur often). Add up the bonus of a cloud formation with a female figure with one boob, hah!
23 October 2007
25 September 2007
another of my 'rocket's quote'
"The complexity outside us are like shadows to the profoundness within us."
-Ric Vil Hori
-Ric Vil Hori
24 September 2007
bogged down
Darn, my computer kept bogging down and I decided to cut off my internet access at home. It's not comfortable, I can no longer do much blogging or surfing or expressing ideas like I did before. There's something wrong with this.
We should be needing organic computers. Not only that, we should demand, and be aware of other profound technologies and visions that will create great change and justice to humanity's present existence.
We should be needing organic computers. Not only that, we should demand, and be aware of other profound technologies and visions that will create great change and justice to humanity's present existence.
11 September 2007
keymaker
This sci fi story that I composed was inspired by scientist friends whom I met in the chatrooms. It was recently printed at our literary group supplement page on a local newspaper in Davao City. This story, as with my other scifi compositions, were based on my 'formulas' like 'rocket's theory' and other personal viewpoints that I had blogged here previously.
Me, the Keymaker, and the Quantum Mechanics Bar
by Ric Vil Hori
One day, just as I expected it to be, I met the Keymaker in the cyber highway. So I told him “Hey, let’s go to the quantum mechanics bar and order a shot of neutrino. It’s cool, we don’t have to pay anything because the glass is empty anyway. Then, let’s chat about the keys to the mysteries of the universe.”
So off we went and entered into the weird quantum mechanics bar, for it only has one door from our Present, the only one there is in the entire universe for us to enter. Yet once inside, the quantum mechanics bar peeks into countless portal doors of multi-universes that co-exist with the universe behind our Present door. Rumor has it that, along with the Present Door where we entered, there are other distinct portals with doors from our past, to the future, and to our parallel Present universes. The strange thing about the rumor was that there will appear an inevitable portal that sooner or later we must enter because that portal leads to our Future. Yet, in the quantum mechanics bar, anything can happen, though the bartenders and customers who patronized the bar smugly treated such inevitability as ‘rumor.’
I have discovered that a game was being played upon us, for among the countless doors, a distinct portal will magically transform itself into our Future door when the moment comes, provided that we have the right magic key for it. This door becomes the portal to our Future Universe. I anticipate the magical transformation of this Future Portal, which is why I invited the Keymaker to talk about it, while we sip a shot of neutrino at the quantum mechanics bar. But the Keymaker claimed he did not know anything about magic keys. All he knew was making great keys, for he is a very good keymaker.
I told the Keymaker that we can actually create our own Magic Future, to which the Keymaker responded with a quizzical look. I told him to peek into the keyhole of one among the many doors of the quantum mechanics bar that enters into a Magic Future, where truly free people live in magnificent, highly advanced cities with lush green parks. The inhabitants ride in levitating cars, utilize free energy, travel to the stars, and even teleport themselves from one destination to the next. But the Keymaker showed neither excitement nor interest. For him, such a Future will just be ‘rumor,’ and he insisted that he does not know anything about making a magic key.
Then it dawned on me that even the Keymaker, just like any other person from the Present, was bounded by the dark magic of the Despot who ruled the Present Universe from where we came from. The Keymaker never knew about magic, for the Despot made sure his subjects are bounded with the illusion of an imprisoned Present. Through the ages he planned sinisterly to lead them astray towards the Prison Future, away from the knowledge of Magical Realities that would otherwise set the Keymaker, and the rest like him, freed from the Despot’s bondage.
Yet, the Keymaker, just as the other subjects like him, was obviously not as bad as the Despot. In fact, he tried to be as upright as the rest by reading the Black Book. But unknowingly, it imprisoned them with the dark spell of the Despot who ruled the Present. The Despot uses the magic spell of the Black Book to control the gullible. Hidden behind its moralistic trappings he had laid his trap, the door to a Golden Prison. Cunningly, the Despot secretly encoded within the Black Book the key to the Golden Door of the Prison. Lured with such promise, the Keymaker became obsessed with the Black Book.
From its wake the dark spell of the Book slowly crept into him, unwittingly stifling the Light of his own Creative Power to be imprisoned by the rigid impositions of the Despot. Now, the Despot ruled over the Present with iron grip to all its gold resources, and with such cunning maneuver succeeded at controlling its physical universe and the will of the people, including that of the Keymaker and all who must work for gold for their physical needs. From the dark rule of the Despot sourced the conflicts, wars, famines and all ills of the Present, cunningly manipulated by the Despot towards the golden lure of the Prison Future he has prepared for all gullible subjects, where he shall ultimately reign.
I gazed through the Keymaker and sensed the complexity of the situation. The dark spell of the Despot had already crept deep into him, and I could only scrounge for a flicker of hope, if there were any. Then, amidst the dark, startlingly intricate mesh of prison web of the Despot’s spell that penetrated deep through his system, I saw it. A tiny flicker of Light, faint, but still desperately glowing. I gave him the hint: rekindle the Power that they had stifled from you, then it will help you craft the Magic Key.
As usual, he gave me his usual quizzical look, which seemed, for now, more like a habit. But from his eyes I could perceive the fragile flicker of Light, slowly glowing. A hint of grin betrayed him and we decided to leave the quantum mechanics bar. As was the rule, everything that occurred in the bar will be dismissed as ‘rumor’ from the moment we step out of its door. Before we left and separated our ways, the Keymaker said he will go back to his room and play with the violin that he had stacked in the storage for a time now, and perhaps even compose a tune. It felt good to hear that.
In mere moments after leaving the bar, a swarm of the Despot’s minions suddenly surrounded my Keymaker friend. Indeed, the sinister, intricate mesh of the Despot’s dark magic that gripped the space-time dimension of our Present was astonishingly efficient. But I flew away before those minions came, for I knew the Despot and his intentions, and I could see through him. The minions were programmed by the spell of the Despot who ruled the darkness of this Present, to treat Freedom’s Light as despicable anomaly. However, the minions cannot extract anything from the Keymaker, for they were mere ‘rumors’.
He will be alright. The Keymaker will return to his room and play with his violin. I could sense him as he played with his music instrument, and the once faint flicker of Light glowed again within him, slowly but inevitably.
Me, the Keymaker, and the Quantum Mechanics Bar
by Ric Vil Hori
One day, just as I expected it to be, I met the Keymaker in the cyber highway. So I told him “Hey, let’s go to the quantum mechanics bar and order a shot of neutrino. It’s cool, we don’t have to pay anything because the glass is empty anyway. Then, let’s chat about the keys to the mysteries of the universe.”
So off we went and entered into the weird quantum mechanics bar, for it only has one door from our Present, the only one there is in the entire universe for us to enter. Yet once inside, the quantum mechanics bar peeks into countless portal doors of multi-universes that co-exist with the universe behind our Present door. Rumor has it that, along with the Present Door where we entered, there are other distinct portals with doors from our past, to the future, and to our parallel Present universes. The strange thing about the rumor was that there will appear an inevitable portal that sooner or later we must enter because that portal leads to our Future. Yet, in the quantum mechanics bar, anything can happen, though the bartenders and customers who patronized the bar smugly treated such inevitability as ‘rumor.’
I have discovered that a game was being played upon us, for among the countless doors, a distinct portal will magically transform itself into our Future door when the moment comes, provided that we have the right magic key for it. This door becomes the portal to our Future Universe. I anticipate the magical transformation of this Future Portal, which is why I invited the Keymaker to talk about it, while we sip a shot of neutrino at the quantum mechanics bar. But the Keymaker claimed he did not know anything about magic keys. All he knew was making great keys, for he is a very good keymaker.
I told the Keymaker that we can actually create our own Magic Future, to which the Keymaker responded with a quizzical look. I told him to peek into the keyhole of one among the many doors of the quantum mechanics bar that enters into a Magic Future, where truly free people live in magnificent, highly advanced cities with lush green parks. The inhabitants ride in levitating cars, utilize free energy, travel to the stars, and even teleport themselves from one destination to the next. But the Keymaker showed neither excitement nor interest. For him, such a Future will just be ‘rumor,’ and he insisted that he does not know anything about making a magic key.
Then it dawned on me that even the Keymaker, just like any other person from the Present, was bounded by the dark magic of the Despot who ruled the Present Universe from where we came from. The Keymaker never knew about magic, for the Despot made sure his subjects are bounded with the illusion of an imprisoned Present. Through the ages he planned sinisterly to lead them astray towards the Prison Future, away from the knowledge of Magical Realities that would otherwise set the Keymaker, and the rest like him, freed from the Despot’s bondage.
Yet, the Keymaker, just as the other subjects like him, was obviously not as bad as the Despot. In fact, he tried to be as upright as the rest by reading the Black Book. But unknowingly, it imprisoned them with the dark spell of the Despot who ruled the Present. The Despot uses the magic spell of the Black Book to control the gullible. Hidden behind its moralistic trappings he had laid his trap, the door to a Golden Prison. Cunningly, the Despot secretly encoded within the Black Book the key to the Golden Door of the Prison. Lured with such promise, the Keymaker became obsessed with the Black Book.
From its wake the dark spell of the Book slowly crept into him, unwittingly stifling the Light of his own Creative Power to be imprisoned by the rigid impositions of the Despot. Now, the Despot ruled over the Present with iron grip to all its gold resources, and with such cunning maneuver succeeded at controlling its physical universe and the will of the people, including that of the Keymaker and all who must work for gold for their physical needs. From the dark rule of the Despot sourced the conflicts, wars, famines and all ills of the Present, cunningly manipulated by the Despot towards the golden lure of the Prison Future he has prepared for all gullible subjects, where he shall ultimately reign.
I gazed through the Keymaker and sensed the complexity of the situation. The dark spell of the Despot had already crept deep into him, and I could only scrounge for a flicker of hope, if there were any. Then, amidst the dark, startlingly intricate mesh of prison web of the Despot’s spell that penetrated deep through his system, I saw it. A tiny flicker of Light, faint, but still desperately glowing. I gave him the hint: rekindle the Power that they had stifled from you, then it will help you craft the Magic Key.
As usual, he gave me his usual quizzical look, which seemed, for now, more like a habit. But from his eyes I could perceive the fragile flicker of Light, slowly glowing. A hint of grin betrayed him and we decided to leave the quantum mechanics bar. As was the rule, everything that occurred in the bar will be dismissed as ‘rumor’ from the moment we step out of its door. Before we left and separated our ways, the Keymaker said he will go back to his room and play with the violin that he had stacked in the storage for a time now, and perhaps even compose a tune. It felt good to hear that.
In mere moments after leaving the bar, a swarm of the Despot’s minions suddenly surrounded my Keymaker friend. Indeed, the sinister, intricate mesh of the Despot’s dark magic that gripped the space-time dimension of our Present was astonishingly efficient. But I flew away before those minions came, for I knew the Despot and his intentions, and I could see through him. The minions were programmed by the spell of the Despot who ruled the darkness of this Present, to treat Freedom’s Light as despicable anomaly. However, the minions cannot extract anything from the Keymaker, for they were mere ‘rumors’.
He will be alright. The Keymaker will return to his room and play with his violin. I could sense him as he played with his music instrument, and the once faint flicker of Light glowed again within him, slowly but inevitably.
03 September 2007
shortest sci fi
These were probably the shortest (six words) sci fi I had written when a website challenged readers to post theirs at sixwordscifi. You might like to try it too.
"The universe reacted with his thought."
Sigh, I had reservations for the other phrase "Did you detach my left arm?" Even with such seemingly simple challenge one still needs to vigilantly maintain the discipline in composing literary pieces. Many images could prop out of that phrase, like, was the hero a cyborg? Or did they have such excellent anesthetics the character didn't notice his anatomy part got detached? Recently I had observed that the phrase, unlike the previous one, does not necessarily complete a story because it hangs with a question. If I could change that, I would rephrase it with:
"Do not detach her left foot."
Maybe that would open up with more possibilities, like, "ooh...the culprit still had the gall to detach the cute cyborg's foot, now something's brewing..." etc.
"The universe reacted with his thought."
Sigh, I had reservations for the other phrase "Did you detach my left arm?" Even with such seemingly simple challenge one still needs to vigilantly maintain the discipline in composing literary pieces. Many images could prop out of that phrase, like, was the hero a cyborg? Or did they have such excellent anesthetics the character didn't notice his anatomy part got detached? Recently I had observed that the phrase, unlike the previous one, does not necessarily complete a story because it hangs with a question. If I could change that, I would rephrase it with:
"Do not detach her left foot."
Maybe that would open up with more possibilities, like, "ooh...the culprit still had the gall to detach the cute cyborg's foot, now something's brewing..." etc.
31 August 2007
my 'rocket's quote'
Here's another phrase composition inspired by the previous post. I think I'm gonna call them my 'rocket's quotes' (I used to go to a physics chatroom using my 'rocket' username):
"A great idea is something one plucks out from nothing to make it everything." - Ric Vil Hori
If one is able to do that, he captures the entire universe....because, as William Blakes puts it, he starts seeing a universe in a grain of sand...
"A great idea is something one plucks out from nothing to make it everything." - Ric Vil Hori
If one is able to do that, he captures the entire universe....because, as William Blakes puts it, he starts seeing a universe in a grain of sand...
27 August 2007
Idea
"Nothing is as powerful as an idea whose time has come” -Victor Hugo
When the revolutionary idea is in its moment, it will be like a huge wave approaching a shore that can do nothing but wait. Detractors may haul diatribes against its source, but the better they can do is to save obsolete paradigms that wished to remain boxed in- against ideas that rare to soar.
The table is turned. The wave approaches, it need not defend itself from confrontation, but by all means those confronting it must.
I posted what I termed as my 'rocket's theory' (because my username is nicked with 'rocket' at chatrooms and forums when advocating my ideas) "Consciousness is the source of gravity" on distinct forums. On the other side is an international forum (usually folks from the west) that I posted years ago, and then lately on a local (Philippines) forum.
The different reactions I have noticed may be summed up to this:
Other side: They don't argue about obvious statements. Having done that, I eventually discovered that some of the forumers created a project on publishing book about the relationship of Consciousness and Physics.
Local side: Not only did they argue, they didn't even notice the obvious (!). And some of them are still at it, looking for preys to feed their ego.
At least there are those who were there to listen and soothe me from the battle wounds. I'd say these to be one of those great moments to remember with such brilliant, unsung heroes in my life. My inventor friend from a small European country whom I met at the internet not only agreed with the eccentricities of some of my ideas, he even expands it! Then, a fellow science chat reg IM'd me and invited me back to the chatroom. He is a doctor-physicist. He told me he met a highly influential doctor-mechanical engineer who co-invented a life saving maneuver that had saved countless lives in this world. He said he had been talking precious time with the person with topics ranging from Consciousness to gravity to AI and other stuffs that remind me of things we had discussed in chatrooms. Then, in the presence of fellow chatters, he profusely thanked me for ideas I have shared, even mentioning the names of the chatrooms I had once frequented (until some fascist sponsored hackers attacked it. No they cannot stop us, even in diaspora we will spread the awakening). Priceless.
I guess our real friends and families are those who listen to us, and perceive the profoundness of who we really are within, more than the surface that the outside thought us to be.
When the revolutionary idea is in its moment, it will be like a huge wave approaching a shore that can do nothing but wait. Detractors may haul diatribes against its source, but the better they can do is to save obsolete paradigms that wished to remain boxed in- against ideas that rare to soar.
The table is turned. The wave approaches, it need not defend itself from confrontation, but by all means those confronting it must.
I posted what I termed as my 'rocket's theory' (because my username is nicked with 'rocket' at chatrooms and forums when advocating my ideas) "Consciousness is the source of gravity" on distinct forums. On the other side is an international forum (usually folks from the west) that I posted years ago, and then lately on a local (Philippines) forum.
The different reactions I have noticed may be summed up to this:
Other side: They don't argue about obvious statements. Having done that, I eventually discovered that some of the forumers created a project on publishing book about the relationship of Consciousness and Physics.
Local side: Not only did they argue, they didn't even notice the obvious (!). And some of them are still at it, looking for preys to feed their ego.
At least there are those who were there to listen and soothe me from the battle wounds. I'd say these to be one of those great moments to remember with such brilliant, unsung heroes in my life. My inventor friend from a small European country whom I met at the internet not only agreed with the eccentricities of some of my ideas, he even expands it! Then, a fellow science chat reg IM'd me and invited me back to the chatroom. He is a doctor-physicist. He told me he met a highly influential doctor-mechanical engineer who co-invented a life saving maneuver that had saved countless lives in this world. He said he had been talking precious time with the person with topics ranging from Consciousness to gravity to AI and other stuffs that remind me of things we had discussed in chatrooms. Then, in the presence of fellow chatters, he profusely thanked me for ideas I have shared, even mentioning the names of the chatrooms I had once frequented (until some fascist sponsored hackers attacked it. No they cannot stop us, even in diaspora we will spread the awakening). Priceless.
I guess our real friends and families are those who listen to us, and perceive the profoundness of who we really are within, more than the surface that the outside thought us to be.
23 August 2007
rocket's dictionary
Some new words I once composed and posted at a science forum.
From my 'rocket's dictionary':
boogle: the act of confusion resulting from excessive data. (I coined it from google, except that 'boogle' is the utter perplexity of being bombarded with vast amount of information.)
carbonated: lively, animated but distinctively human behavior. Definitely differentiated from your silica-based extraterrestrial stellar neighbor.
"darkboned lie": hopelessly false, a bone is obviously white or lighter in color, but the state of this lie is in such hopeless case that it is compared to a very rare black or grayish bone. Examples would be 'no extraterrestrials exist in the universe,' or 'only my religion is right, yours are all wrong.'
awright: one feels a bit fine, but not necessarily 'all-right.'
...and then posting some of my my 'rocket's philosophies' molded like pearl from the dross encountered while on heated discussion at a Philippine based forum regarding my views:
"If in the endless change the ultimate mastery remains, one may choose the mediocrity that will lead one's self to be slave to someone's master, or choose for the struggle to be master of one's self." -rocket (07 Nov, 2006)
"With ideas whose time comes, these make all the sense. When one attempts to insist otherwise, it is the attempt that does not make sense. A wave does not defend itself, but by all means those confronting it must." -rocket (09 Nov 2006)
From my 'rocket's dictionary':
boogle: the act of confusion resulting from excessive data. (I coined it from google, except that 'boogle' is the utter perplexity of being bombarded with vast amount of information.)
carbonated: lively, animated but distinctively human behavior. Definitely differentiated from your silica-based extraterrestrial stellar neighbor.
"darkboned lie": hopelessly false, a bone is obviously white or lighter in color, but the state of this lie is in such hopeless case that it is compared to a very rare black or grayish bone. Examples would be 'no extraterrestrials exist in the universe,' or 'only my religion is right, yours are all wrong.'
awright: one feels a bit fine, but not necessarily 'all-right.'
...and then posting some of my my 'rocket's philosophies' molded like pearl from the dross encountered while on heated discussion at a Philippine based forum regarding my views:
"If in the endless change the ultimate mastery remains, one may choose the mediocrity that will lead one's self to be slave to someone's master, or choose for the struggle to be master of one's self." -rocket (07 Nov, 2006)
"With ideas whose time comes, these make all the sense. When one attempts to insist otherwise, it is the attempt that does not make sense. A wave does not defend itself, but by all means those confronting it must." -rocket (09 Nov 2006)
20 August 2007
barbaric 'development'
This is what happens if entrenched barbarians 'develop' a country.
I wonder how any self-respecting, civilized country would react to this. Cagayanons 'enlightened' enough to notice the threat against the nation's priceless heritage should protect it.
I wonder how any self-respecting, civilized country would react to this. Cagayanons 'enlightened' enough to notice the threat against the nation's priceless heritage should protect it.
outsider?
Made me wonder why one of the forumers at skyscrapercity.com called me as such. Maybe due the name that I preferred to use, or perhaps by the chopsticks from my impromptu art (those pics were taken at a Davao and Manila foodstall, I like the challenge of chopsticks when there's excuse to use them). Just a little hint, the last word on my 'name' was taken from two Japanese words (I'm not Japanese), inspired by a profound memory recall that I'd prefer to keep to myself because not everyone might be able to comprehend it, yet.
Besides, in an environment where endeavors such as literature and the arts were not as encouraged, why would a surname or a society discourage me from pursuing my Vision? I'd rather make my own name and see myself as an 'Earth Citizen' (don't you mistake it for the bogus NWO of that oil sucker Bush). Maybe it's because of the educational system in this country. The system may have done well at teaching the populace how to be skilled, english speaking, efficient commodities for the global economic machinery, but not much at teaching how to build a deeply rooted, cultured nation. Talk about national stupidity. But who knows maybe things are changing for the better nowadays, unlike before, perhaps.
But I could say I tend to be 'detached.' It is my way of enabling me to grasp the 'staggering scope' [as a fellow blogger put it about my scifi] of the Vision that I perceive. If I must tag myself, I would rather prefer to be called 'Earth Citizen'. I am intimate with my Planet, and if any city or my country or your country mess up with the beauty of my Planet, that will be deserving of contempt. Davao, the city I happen to be in, seems intent at protecting both the environment and the culture though, and hopefully its citizens are not as culturally clueless as any roaming sophisticated semi-'barbarian' that one encounters. Those who wantonly pollute, wage hypocritical wars on the surface of my Planet are aptly called OUTSIDERS.
(Earthquake occurs)
Besides, in an environment where endeavors such as literature and the arts were not as encouraged, why would a surname or a society discourage me from pursuing my Vision? I'd rather make my own name and see myself as an 'Earth Citizen' (don't you mistake it for the bogus NWO of that oil sucker Bush). Maybe it's because of the educational system in this country. The system may have done well at teaching the populace how to be skilled, english speaking, efficient commodities for the global economic machinery, but not much at teaching how to build a deeply rooted, cultured nation. Talk about national stupidity. But who knows maybe things are changing for the better nowadays, unlike before, perhaps.
But I could say I tend to be 'detached.' It is my way of enabling me to grasp the 'staggering scope' [as a fellow blogger put it about my scifi] of the Vision that I perceive. If I must tag myself, I would rather prefer to be called 'Earth Citizen'. I am intimate with my Planet, and if any city or my country or your country mess up with the beauty of my Planet, that will be deserving of contempt. Davao, the city I happen to be in, seems intent at protecting both the environment and the culture though, and hopefully its citizens are not as culturally clueless as any roaming sophisticated semi-'barbarian' that one encounters. Those who wantonly pollute, wage hypocritical wars on the surface of my Planet are aptly called OUTSIDERS.
(Earthquake occurs)
19 August 2007
'rocket's philosophies'
- Some of my 'Rocket's Philosophies:'
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· Visions that approach beyond reason are achieved when there is no reason why not.
· Consciousness is the source of gravity.
· To begin with freedom, and to end with freedom, is to gain freedom.
· Freedom expands the universe, Justice may curve it.
· The limits of one’s universe is not outside one’s self, but within. To limit one’s self is to limit one’s universe; not to limit one’s self is not to limit one’s universe.
· It’s a big universe; stop seeing things like a protozoa who thinks the puddle is the only universe that existed.
· Beware of fundamentalism; its followers make any thing or any one evil except the root of evil in which they are guilty of.
·Beware the tripping over with overused left brain and empty right part.· There are other sides in every issue and neither side can claim monopoly of truth.
· Reality is both the seen and unseen; to disregard the unseen will render one’s reality an illusion.
· The Illusion of reality and the Reality of illusion.
· Art may create imaginations and fantasies, but it does not create illusions.
· I postulate that the core of planetary bodies, stars, and each and every thing around – are vortices.
· Since matter cannot exceed lightspeed, I postulate that it duplicates instead when subjected beyond lightspeed.
· Some questions are ridiculous, but what if the answers are ridiculous?
· Some questions already have answers. I prefer answers that unfold like questions.
· A blind cannot see what you see, but he may be keen to what you cannot see.
· Einstein said god does not play dice with the universe. I say god uses dice when playing; and life is a game.
I prefer not to limit Providence in 3 letters. I prefer to be continually awed.
· Some are serious about having fun; I’m having fun about being serious.
· It takes one to know everything before he can say he knows nothing. I don’t know everything, so I won’t say I know nothing :)
· Me not into rockets, but sometimes me thinks like one.
- - Ric Vil Hori
18 August 2007
on davao
I recently discovered that my blog 'waterfall enchantress' was posted at a www.skyscrapercity.com thread about Davao's great outdoors. Thanks for it, but it would also be appreciated if the forumer dropped a short message at the comment section so I would know (it's ok for now).
Actually, I regularly browse at SSC particularly on threads related to Davao. It makes a day how forumers mirror the dynamic and pioneering spirit of being a Dabawenyo and the hopes for the future that soar high like the eagle.
Recently however, I seem to notice friction between some forumers from a 'competing' city from the north in that website. That can be digested, but it seemed that some forumers from that city seem to take nasty pleasure at any sign of 'overthrowing' and 'outshining' what Davao has achieved, probably due to the illusion that being a premiere city in Mindanao, it would behave as 'Imperialist' Manila did. Pastilan, can't these northern forumers with contemptous crustacean mindset (it's an ugly Filipino trait called 'crab mentality') see the difference? Unlike Imperialist Manila that sucked Mindanao's resources and used it solely for its vices (and caused that city to be overdeveloped compared to the rest of the country, overpopulated and over-polluted) where every Mindanaoan may agree in unison, Davao had not done that thing to Mindanao. In fact, it had contributed much like spearheading the BIMP EAGA (Brunei-Indonesia-Malaysia-Philippines East ASEAN Growth Area) and sought cooperation among peoples in Mindanao and Palawan. The city I'm in had been assisting other cities and regions of Mindanao selflessly, and look at how some of the posters from that city behave (not to mention the stupidity of bragging who's got the best taxicabs).
Here's my few words advice for those who have the interest:
"There are achievements where one needs not compete." -Ric Vil Hori
Don't be bothered much about them bragging at having the strategic advantage, no need to 'compete' for their domestic strategic location. Countries to the north of Davao are China-HK, Korea, Taiwan, Russia and all else. To the south, southwest and southeast are Indonesia, Malaysia, Brunei, Thailand, Australia, PNG, New Zealand. To the east is the vast Pacific ocean and then the America's. Davao is in the middle of it all. Any individual with keen sense can envision a scenario like this: Davao as an important Center that caters not just to the domestic but to all other countries south of Asia and everywhere strategically located. The highly developed countries from the north and from the east far beyond the Pacific are needed by developing countries to the south (and vice versa), and Davao is in the right strategic place between these nations (the city's infrastructure must be enhanced) because of its strategic convenience. Davao's advantage is not just at domestic level, but rather at the GLOBAL level.
But, does Davao have the Vision? Is it civilized and cultured enough? Or would it just stagnate into a typical, seemingly soul-less city that merely sees its otherwise rich indigenous culture as tourism commodities, with a people naive or not capable of appreciating the importance of a cultural piece or artwork to the building of a nation. Its top learning institutions may probably succeed in creating graduates as highly efficient commodities for the economic machinery, but did it teach them with stengthening the very foundation of a people's cultural heritage both ancient and modern, and its role to Human Civilization? Will Davao become a haven of free, cultured, creative, soulful, Universal citizens foreseeing a brighter future for its city and the Planet, or be merely just like the other manipulated, materialistic, modern-day barbarians roaming, wantonly exploiting and polluting on Earth's surface?
That remains to be seen.
Actually, I regularly browse at SSC particularly on threads related to Davao. It makes a day how forumers mirror the dynamic and pioneering spirit of being a Dabawenyo and the hopes for the future that soar high like the eagle.
Recently however, I seem to notice friction between some forumers from a 'competing' city from the north in that website. That can be digested, but it seemed that some forumers from that city seem to take nasty pleasure at any sign of 'overthrowing' and 'outshining' what Davao has achieved, probably due to the illusion that being a premiere city in Mindanao, it would behave as 'Imperialist' Manila did. Pastilan, can't these northern forumers with contemptous crustacean mindset (it's an ugly Filipino trait called 'crab mentality') see the difference? Unlike Imperialist Manila that sucked Mindanao's resources and used it solely for its vices (and caused that city to be overdeveloped compared to the rest of the country, overpopulated and over-polluted) where every Mindanaoan may agree in unison, Davao had not done that thing to Mindanao. In fact, it had contributed much like spearheading the BIMP EAGA (Brunei-Indonesia-Malaysia-Philippines East ASEAN Growth Area) and sought cooperation among peoples in Mindanao and Palawan. The city I'm in had been assisting other cities and regions of Mindanao selflessly, and look at how some of the posters from that city behave (not to mention the stupidity of bragging who's got the best taxicabs).
Here's my few words advice for those who have the interest:
"There are achievements where one needs not compete." -Ric Vil Hori
Don't be bothered much about them bragging at having the strategic advantage, no need to 'compete' for their domestic strategic location. Countries to the north of Davao are China-HK, Korea, Taiwan, Russia and all else. To the south, southwest and southeast are Indonesia, Malaysia, Brunei, Thailand, Australia, PNG, New Zealand. To the east is the vast Pacific ocean and then the America's. Davao is in the middle of it all. Any individual with keen sense can envision a scenario like this: Davao as an important Center that caters not just to the domestic but to all other countries south of Asia and everywhere strategically located. The highly developed countries from the north and from the east far beyond the Pacific are needed by developing countries to the south (and vice versa), and Davao is in the right strategic place between these nations (the city's infrastructure must be enhanced) because of its strategic convenience. Davao's advantage is not just at domestic level, but rather at the GLOBAL level.
But, does Davao have the Vision? Is it civilized and cultured enough? Or would it just stagnate into a typical, seemingly soul-less city that merely sees its otherwise rich indigenous culture as tourism commodities, with a people naive or not capable of appreciating the importance of a cultural piece or artwork to the building of a nation. Its top learning institutions may probably succeed in creating graduates as highly efficient commodities for the economic machinery, but did it teach them with stengthening the very foundation of a people's cultural heritage both ancient and modern, and its role to Human Civilization? Will Davao become a haven of free, cultured, creative, soulful, Universal citizens foreseeing a brighter future for its city and the Planet, or be merely just like the other manipulated, materialistic, modern-day barbarians roaming, wantonly exploiting and polluting on Earth's surface?
That remains to be seen.
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