Mag thought experiment tayo!

Salamat kay Kuya Yoyoy Villame at Tito Albert Einstein.







And a 1 and a 2 and a 3.......



Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan.




Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


upang ang KAMALAYAN natin ay sumigla.




Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan.




Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


upang ang KAMALAYAN natin ay sumigla.




Pag nalilito, paganahin imahinasyon,


Pag nagugulo, alisin ang sobra sa ulo


yung mga di kelangan

yung nakakapigil sa libreng kaisipan.



Wag matakot mag-eksperimento,

hayaang tumakbo ang utak mo,

basta wag mong pipigilan,

kasi sa huli, kusa mo din ma-iintindihan yan.



Isa, dalawa, tatlo, apat,

lima, anim, pito, walo,

walo, pito, anim, lima,

apat, tatlo, dalawa, isa.





Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan.




Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


upang ang KAMALAYAN natin ay sumigla.






Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan,


tuwing kelangan.




Mag thought experiment tayo tuwing kelangan,


upang ang KAMALAYAN natin ay sumigla.



Pag nalilito, paganahin imahinasyon,


Pag nagugulo, alisin ang sobra sa ulo


yung mga di kelangan

yung nakakapigil sa libreng kaisipan.



Wag matakot mag-eksperimento,

hayaang tumakbo ang utak mo,

basta wag mong pipigilan,

kasi sa huli, kusa mo din ma-iintindihan yan.





What are thought experiments?

"Thought experiments are devices of the imagination used to investigate the nature of things. Thought experimenting often takes place when the method of variation is employed in entertaining imaginative suppositions. They are used for diverse reasons in a variety of areas.."

Just how did Einstein's physical insight work? One part was an keen instinct as to which among the flood of experimental reports were truly revealing. Another was his masterful use of thought experiments. Through them Einstein could cut away the distracting clutter and lay bare a core physical insight in profoundly simple and powerfully convincing form.

Why Eat Bulaga is still alive, alert, awake and enthusiastic

From kinder to grade 6, I grew up watching Eat Bulaga every afternoon during lunch break.

From kinder to grade 3, I was able to watch the show in its entirety until 130pm.

From fourth grade to sixth, because I lived a few blocks from the Catholic elementary school my parents enrolled me in and I went home to eat lunch at my grandmother's house, I was able to watch Eat Bulaga until 1pm.

I didn't watch the show because I wanted to, I watched it because the adults in our house did. And I don't remember anything else memorable on TV during lunch at that time. I remember that lunch time until 3pm was "patay na oras" or downtime where one either slept or watched old 1950's-1960's Sampaguita movies.

Eat Bulaga was a show you watched while you did nothing or while nothing was happening.

Now, it is a lunch time staple. It is like rice to mainstream society's "ulam" or `viand' (according to my fourth grade teacher).

In one of the Eat Bulaga episodes I remember,

my father was laughing at Vic Sotto - who was pretending to cook a dish with the help of a male assistant who had a cleft palate.

I didn't understand why my father found it funny when Vic Sotto asked his assistant to check if the oil on the frying pan was hot enough, the assistant waved his hand above the pan but Vic Sotto dunked the assistant's hand in. The assistant, from what I can remember, said - in all seriousness and in his cleft-palate-affected speech - "Walang ganyanan."

I couldn't understand why Vic Sotto and my father found it hilarious.

I did find Aiza Seguerra cute and so it was easy for me to become her instant fan when I saw her in Little Ms Philippines.



It also didn't strike me as odd - at that time - when Joey de Leon wore his street clothes on national TV.


It was in the late 80's that I finally saw what everybody did - the show was inherently / organically, albeit playfully, subversive.

In one of the show's contest - She's Got the Look - a beautiful female contestant was called for her turn in the Question & Answer portion. It was obvious that everyone was awed by her elegance. When she reached the center stage, host Joey de Leon asked the usual - and at that time not yet over-used cliche'/ patronizing question -

"What is your motto?"

The contestant replied, "To be a doctor."

The audience screamed, the contestant smiled but mild panic was all over her face.

Meanwhile, Joey de Leon whispered to the mic while one of his hands was on his face: "Sinasabi ko na nga ba."

The contestant looked to her side and then - probably coached by someone backstage - spoke to the mic, "Time is gold. Time is gold"

In Pinoy Henyo years ago, a male contestant was guessing the word "Kuko."

He couldn't (ermmm) "nail" the word so Joey de Leon helped.


Male contestant 1: Pagkain ba `to?

Contestant 2: Hindi

Male contestant 1: Tao?

Contestant 2: Oo.

Male Contestant 1: Parte ng katawan ng tao?

Contestant 2: Oo.

Joey de Leon: Kinakain din yan.

Male contestant 1: Suso?



More recently, in Eat Bulaga's Juan for all All for Juan segment where Vic Sotto called a contestant via a cellphone and the call gave out a high-pitched buzzing feedback, instead of asking the contestant to lower the volume of her TV, Vic Sotto enjoyed the annoying sound the way a druggie gets his fix - with the technical echo adding to his "high."

Most recently, about six days ago, a Juan for All All for Juan contestant made an error by calling one of the segment's host Wally as Willie - and even mentioned the full, complete name of Willie Revillame. Instead of immediately correcting the mistake, Vic and Joey rode on the error and milked it for all the laughs it could get - with the help of everyone else's genius namely Jose Manalo.




Currently, there is nothing else as relatively edgy and funny on mainstream TV as Eat Bulaga.

Do you remember the time when there were at least one or two local sitcoms shown on primetime TV everyday?

Have you noticed how there are very few now? If there are sitcoms, they turn into gameshows halfway through one season.

Eat Bulaga so far is the only show where funny is allowed. The way mainstream funny is usually permitted to be - lightheartedly offensive but offensive still.

Is it because everyone is so thin-skinned now?

Is it because everyone has more to lose now?

Is it because now in 2011 Philippines - as according to Ely Buendia: "Mahirap (na) magsalita ng totoo dito sa Pinas masyadong sensitive ang mga tao."

A Letter to KC, Rhian and all the girls who've pseudo-loved before

Dear (Place your Name here),


I pray you're feeling better now.

Though I know that me saying this to you is similar to me telling a pedestrian in Manila, "You'll be safe,"

you also know deep in your heart of hearts that being in the relationship you were in is akin to you crossing the street despite CLEAR WARNING SIGNS that doing so would cause death.



And now you feel intense regret, anger for doing so.

The feeling of despair, sadness, remorse, shame is so powerful you cannot shake it off your mind, your body, your self.

It is as if you're trapped in a fog and everywhere you look, everywhere you go you can only see and feel pain. You feel like a walking wound - not wounded. You feel like a wound.

You do not feel like a person.

You feel like you've been dumped on, used, abused, violated, your trust betrayed, lied to, manipulated.

You feel you are a victim.

You do not know what to do.

All you want to do right now is cry.

Then

Go cry.

Go sob.

Go gasp.

Cry and wail from your gut.

Let your tears flow, let your snot go.

Beat your pillows - or beat the hotel pillows. Go anywhere you can do all these freely and away from the eyes and ears of people who might worry that you're losing your mind.

You have lost your mind saying yes to that relationship, now you're just getting it back.

You're getting yourself back. You're also getting your spirit back. But you need to clear the grief and anger from your body first.


Feel free to be sad, be mad. Be all of the above.


All you want right now is to shout.

So go shout.

Go scream.

Let it all out.

Scream from the top of your lungs.


Then maybe, if you listen to yourself hard enough, you'll hear yourself say, "I had a hand in it."

If you look at yourself hard enough, you'll see how you walked yourself to the place where you are now.

And your regret dissolves.

You become kind to yourself.

You see the gift in the pain.

You see, feel, realize that you have received a priceless treasure.

You have been given YOU.


You've been shown the ways,

you have lived the ways of how to NOT love you.

You have been given the gift of your Self.


You now know what to do to LOVE YOU more - the AUTHENTIC YOU - not the You created in your mind, not the You others have created in their minds, not the You which you think You should be.

The YOU just as YOU are.

You now recognize the You who didnt know any better, the You who was working at the level you knew - the level you were used to or grew up into; the level you think you should be in; the level others before you were also in and so you thought you should also be into because you believed that is what you're supposed to do.

Your pain is now telling you to LOVE yourself more.


Go look at yourself in the mirror.

Stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself.

Look at yourself in the eyes and

Tell yourself, "I love you,"

and

"I'm sorry."

Mean it. You know you do.


How does it feel to now realize that the dude who said he loved you really didnt?

how does it feel to now know that he couldnt love you?

How could you choose someone to love you when you didnt even love your self?


Now that you know that you didnt love yourself, how could you love others too?

Do you now know that you were in pseudo-love with him as much as he was to you?


And no, love is not giving until it hurts.

Giving is giving. It is not loving.

Helping is helping. It is not loving.

Love is simply loving.

There is no requirement to love. It just is. It does not expect.

Love is not a business transaction. Love is not giving X because you were provided Y.

Love is not doing Z because you were made to feel X.


Love is not giving yourself crumbs and offering the entire cake to others.

"Magtira ka para sayo." is not a loving thing to say or do to yourself.

If you leave crumbs for yourself, you can only give crumbs to others.


Love yourself enough to enjoy the cake. You can only share to others what you yourself have.



You also now know that a decent / mature person - no matter how much codependent / generous / willing you are to give too much of yourself / to allow yourself to get hurt / how poor your self-boundaries are - does not take advantage of your vulnerability/ does not get abusive / disrespectful / cruel.


You also now know that however painful, gut-wrenching, wounding everything is,

your soul is safe.

You have crossed the street

and You are alive.

Be thankful too that you now know there's always an overpass you can walk on to help you get there safe, relatively risk-free and sound.

Celebrate that too.






Love,


Cheezmiss

Sarah Kay: The art of living, capturing and not rushing

"I see the moon

The moon sees me

The moon sees somebody that I don't see.

God bless the moon

and God bless me

and God bless the somebody that I don't see.

If I get to heaven

before you do

I'll make a hole and pull you through

and I'll write your name on every star

in that way the world

won't seem so far"



May 9, 2011- Sarah Kay, Founder of Project V.O.I.C.E performs and discusses living through storytelling and learning how to stop rushing.

Question: If you video-record yourself grieving to remind yourself that you were grieving,

..how "horrible" was the event you're grieving for that you need to tell yourself to remember it?

Not at all "logical."

And now, it's GMA 7's fault, not anymore Twitter.


Grief – authentic ones – take over you. It’s there. You do not need to tell yourself to “remember” the sadness and anger or remind your "Old Man" self of the pain and that it is – according to you – “horrible” - if indeed the horrible-ness affected you.

You only tell yourself to remember a heart-wrenhcing event and have the gall to refer to it as a “souvenir” when you’ve kept the memory of it in your head not your heart. Your head may knows the facts, the details of where you were, where you've been, what you did, what you will do. But the head can only memorize and not assimilate the experience.

Do you remind yourself of these details because you cannot feel it and making an audio-visual note of it is the least you can do?

Why do you need to have yourself remember "this hardest thing" you're going through when it is easier to NOT forget them?
Reportedly, a father who had no choice in the decision to have his child aborted

"have reported having persistant day and night dreams about the child that never was, and considerable guilt, remorse and sadness. For men and women alike, the feeling of emptieness may last a lifetime."


Normally, your remorse, sadness and feelings of emptiness won't let you forget, if indeed these emotions were authentic.

How easily forgettable is that horrible day that you have to video record yourself crying in order to "...remember how difficult (that day) was?"

Unless,


wait a minute, are YOU sure this VIDEO is for YOU?

or is it meant for someone who YOU want to NOT FORGET YOU?

The same words you want that someone to do when you tweeted "Please never forget" at the time you were in cold turkey from her supply/attention.

Is this your way of infiltrating her head and making a dent in her heart enough for her to still THINK of you? It is irrelevant whether she gets hurt, humiliated or emotionally maimed in the process, the objective is for her to either be glad or MAD enough to initiate contact with you (in any manner, type or form) - or at least THINK of YOU - specially if you know you could never get her hooked to you again (and this is your way to make her hooked enough to feel that you never left her).

If pressed and made to `fess up that you were suavely valuing and devaluing her, that you were destroying her life or that you were extracting revenge under the guise of - and using as a red herring your - pseudo-grief, blame GMA7.

But deep, not in your heart but, head - you know you're not really sorry, remorseful or in grief. You are in mourning but not for the reasons you claim. You're grieving because you're not the main character in her life anymore. You have nothing to make her still attached to you the same way you've gotten your previous girlfriends - as well as the mother of your child - still communicating with you in any manner, type or form.

You're left with no reason for her to come back to you or want you or even speak with you.

And you feel like hell.

You're wounded.

You're injured - narcissistically injured.

"The worst thing that could happen to a narcissist is that his wife cheats on him secretly and never tells him, and she doesn't act any differently towards him, so that he couldn't even tell. If she can do all that, that means she exists independently of him. He is not the main character in the movie. She has her own movie and he's not even in it. That's a narcissistic injury. That is the worst calamity that can befall the narcissist.

Any other kind of injury can produce different emotions; maybe sadness, or pain, or anger, or even apathy. But all narcissistic injuries lead to rage. The two aren't just linked; the two are the same. The reaction may look like sadness, but it isn't: it is rage, only rage.

With every narcissistic injury is a reflexive urge towards violence. I'll say it again in case the meaning was not clear: a reflexive urge towards violence. It could be homicide, or suicide, or fire, or breaking a table-- but it is immediate and inevitable. It may be mitigated, or controlled, but the impulse is there. The violence serves two necessary psychological functions: first, it's the natural byproduct of rage. Second, the violence perpetuates the link, the relationship, keeps him in the lead role. "That slut may have had a whole life outside me, but I will make her forever afraid of me." Or he kills himself-- not because he can't live without her, but because from now on she won't be able to live without thinking about him. See? Now it's a drama, but the movie goes on.

So if you cause a narcissist to have a narcissistic injury, get ready for a fight."