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To simplify things, gravity, besides Newton's and Einstein's definition, is simply a force that attracts all objects to all other objects. In one word, I say it's the verb "pull."
Science and grammar have ways of defining things, but what I'm trying to know here is explain this repetitive incident way back during my younger years when every time (or let's say, most of the time) strangely inexplicable things have always been blamed on "gravity."
"Why is the sky blue?" Because of the gravity of the earth. "Why is the teacher giving us hard quizzes?" Because of the gravity of the earth. "Why do you have pimples?" Because of the gravity of the earth. "Why are you in love???" Errr, because of the gravity of the earth?
Therefore, gravity, other than being simply "pull" has a do with (almost) all things. It's the reason of all reasons. Or better yet, the reason when there's no reason.
Which brings me back to the this little nook. I know why the sky is blue, gray and orange. I know why the teacher wanted to punish us with a hundred item quiz. I don't have pimples. I am not in love (maybe). But why am I writing this? I guess I have to do away with the great reason or excuse, "because of the gravity of the earth!"
Other Theories to Discover
L♥VE is like
SURGERY, it may end you up, bleeding.
SURGERY, it needs consent and clearance…
the pupils, should be equally reactive (Dr.Paul Villegas)
epinephrine, it brings back the beat (Dr. Adoracion Pilapil)
code 99, it brings you back to life.
~metaphors of love (in the sick room), the medical style~ ♥♥♥
dear F,
i ♥ u.
i am not human until i have had my shot of hot chocolate
*native chocolate tablets from Tablea
so paint me a picture and
paint me bright
pains me so you’ll remember
exactly what i look like
and hide my picture behind yours
on your wall
so you’ll remember what you left behind
after every fall
“I watch, windows are
For watching -
Square pieces of lie
Ever changing.”
~Donovan Holtz
(@ flickr)
some things are worth dying for. lil sister Yzsa said my Boston Cream Pie Cupcakes ARE. Awww.. thank you, Xiang! :p
*vanilla cupcakes with boston cream filling, drizzled with chocolate ganache
It’s a mad, mad world
The Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad?
Alice Kingsley: I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.
* that is, perhaps, one of the oldest books in my shelf. which i haven’t finished. which i should finish. that is, when i’m no longer mad. ;p
is the reading
which I have forgotten
in weeks
or poetry writing
in your house
at the garage
where the cats sleep
or at the red sofa
that sinks
or perhaps, at the garden
ah, yes! the garden
where we hear
the words your house
speaks
* this is my take on Larry’s “Leaving Reading” post. i don’t know how to write poetry as great as he does, but maybe, just maybe, i’ll learn from reading the books he’s leaving.
* well, he has to go there to comeback. thank you, Larry! bon voyage! :)
Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long…
If you’re going my way, I wanna drive it all night long!
~ Rascal Flatts
* Beryl’s take on Mr. Ho, driving during a family adventure at the south of Cebu
* thank you horrible memory, for remembering the lines of the song above (read the caption) in the middle of the night, after 2 long weeks of trying to recount it.
Just shoot me: one of the most challenging jobs at the ER is shooting a vein - perfectly. and it takes 10,000 hours of practice to achieve it.
* my first butterfly vein cath, the one i used at my tita
* my glass syringe, way back college years in nursing
* polachrome
