Bubble Economy

What is Bubble Economy? I thought, the "bubble" word is only used for bathing purposes. But lo, it is also an Economist vocabulary. Also, there is the word Bubblequake and Aftershock. It just sounds like an Earthquake per se. So why I am talking gibberish, well, I will just promote the two books of controversy lately by the billionaires in the USA and how it causes havoc in the stocks exchange. The name, Warren Buffet comes up, so I am interested, who wouldn't right? It will be good to feel like your rubbing elbows with the billionaires.

In 2006, Robert Wiedemer, David Wiedemer, PhD and Cindy Spitzer; a team of economists accurately predicted the collapse of the U.S. housing market, equity markets, and consumer spending that almost sank the United States. They published their research in the book America’s Bubble Economy. Which I posted below.

Because of the accuracy of the prediction of the economy in their book, it establishes Wiedemer as a trusted voice. Recently, they also published another book entitled Aftershock. Also shown below.

Ang Tsinelas ni Avkez

It rained so much. I had to buy a new pair of slippers for Avkez because the one he was using awhile ago, was swept by the flood. Since I idolized Rizal, I told my son to let go of the other slipper too. At least, when somebody will find it, he or she could use it.

Avkez said, "Nay, pwede isa ra kabuok ato paliton nga tsinelas?". "Hahaha, anak wala may mupalit ug isa lang," I answered. The people around were laughing, well at least, even if it was raining and flooding, we, Filipinos could still find the reason to be gay. "O sige na, ipa-anud nanang isa." He asked innocently," Kay ngano 'Nay?"..."Kay dili nana nimo magamit, useless nana, kinsay mugamit ug isa lang ka tsinelas, abir?". He giggled, then let go of his other slipper to the flood. I told him then, about the story of Rizal and his slippers too. Just like him, Rizal did throw his other slipper too.

Together, we watched the slipper floating gaily.

The Ring of Fire

The Ring of Fire is not a ring after all; it is a horseshoe.

What is the Ring of Fire then? It pique my interest to know more, since of the recent incident that our country had been experiencing. As I goggled, I found out, that it is an area where a large number of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions occur in the basin of the Pacific Ocean. It is associated with nearly continuous series of oceanic trenches, volcanic arcs, and volcanic belts and /or plate movements.

The earthquake that we had yesterday, 15th of October 2013 with a magnitude of 7.2 in Cebu and Bohol province; it did not involve volcanic eruption, therefore the cause could be plate movements.

The Ring of Fire has 452 volcanoes and is home to over 75% of the world's active and dormant volcanoes. It is also called Circum-Pacific Belt or the circum-Pacific Seismic Belt. About 90% of the world's earthquakes and 81% of the world's largest earthquakes occur along the Ring of Fire.

The Philippines, is in the Southeast Asia in the western Pacific Ocean. It's location on the Pacific Ring of Fire and it's tropical climate make our country prone to earthquakes and typhoons.

The Beauty of Innocence

Today, my son has a project for his Science subject. They were told to bring stems from various plants such as the santan, san francisco, gumamela and also, of spices found locally like the onions, garlic and ginger.

Last night, I told him to remind me tomorrow, that we could just get the spices in the refrigerator, and the plants in our little garden. Because of the rushing of events in the morning,both of us forgot about it. We only remembered, when we were already in a vehicle.

I told him, "Anak, we will just pick something along the way. I'm pretty sure there are lots of flowers along the way." But, of course, it means somebody owned it, and that I did not expound to him. He answered, "Okay 'nay," hesitantly. I think, he was like having a conversation within himself.

Then I found the flower to remedy to our predicament. A santan flowers in the school garden. Oh yeah, the one which were protected by three feet grilled fences. All I have to do is bend a little bit and get a small stem from its body. As, I was going to pick one stem, my son seemed to be uneasy. I asked him why. Even without saying really, I know what was in his mind. He said, " 'Nay, don't pick that flower, the school owns it." I said, "I know, we will only get one stem, it will grow back again," as I continued to get the stem. He was like looking all around him, looking guilty and so afraid to be reprimanded. I know, I am fully to be blamed of what he was feeling. I can not help but suppressed my giggle  inside, my son is so innocent in many ways. I just hope, we could make them at that stage always in their lives.

And so i gave the santan to him; he would never touched the flower. As if it is a poisonous snake. I just shoved it to his bag, and said, "There you go! Now you have a specimen, do not worry much, the flower will grow back again. Next time, do not forget your assignments, that this scenario will not happen again." His agreement is so fast and abrupt, that I know he will see to it next time he will prepare his specimens at night.

What I did was wrong, and I do not recommend it to anybody. My son is a better person than I am, and I am proud of him. He is the symbol of goodness and purity. An angel in my midst.

Innocence is very rare to find nowadays, and be able to see it in the eyes and action of my son, is a blessing. A whiff of fresh air.

The Path I will be Trodding

Fate had found me; and I accepted it as it is. My life will be a pathway of emptiness, void & unfeeling. But I will push thru. The strength that moves me, to continue, is the love that I have for my son. There might be mountainous challenges ahead, but I know I will survive it. I know, I must.

I could not falter, I could not fall. The existence of my son depends solely to me. If I will be the sacrificing lamb, then let it be. I now know the purpose of my life. To be the source of encouragement to those around me. Whatever I felt inside, will be irrelevant now. I have an inner strength that even me is amazed that I have. I could internalize sadness... and I could turn it into an opportunity to push more to perfection.

Right now, an innate strength is in motion. Nature is setting another course for me. I will walk the path least traveled.

Bird's Song

   Why does a bird sings? Could it be a code? Of what? It's singing a foreign language; something to be uncoded, or just to let it be. Whatever its meaning; the music made is a beauty to ones ears.

   Why is it beautiful?

   The twitting I could not understnd, but gives happiness; a gift from Nature. Ever thankful of the things around, which I could not understand, but enjoyed. 

   A mystery to behold, because I could not give a specific answer. Should I complain of the Nature's gifts? Everyday, as we wake up, the hand of Nature is at work. In good mood or not, but still the beauty around us continued to yield.

   Aware or unaware, things around us happened like a precise clock without missing a bit. 

   A bird sings without giving us it's meaning; but our heart is at glee. Peace that can not be fathomed. Could it be a code to be deciphered? Then, who have the talent or the key to unlock it? May Nature reveals itself to the receptive ones.

   

On Dying

If I will be having my last breath
Let me repose into your arms
The comfort and warmth
Makes death; a welcoming kiss
Being with you, makes my life complete
A sigh; a breathe; I had been holding for so long
Death maybe end
But somehow, I know it is only the beginning...