Please support Earth Hour 2012. It will be this Saturday, 8:30-9:30PM. Turn off the electrical lights or better yet, turn off everything that runs on electricity.
Though I’m not digging their campaign slogan this year, which is “I will ___ if you will ___,” (Gives me the impression that one will act only if someone else will) it doesn’t mean we’re gonna sit this one out.
Not after the typhoons that struck the country in the past year, coupled by strong earthquakes that have been randomly occurring throughout the globe in the past weeks. September last year, Typhoon Pedring practically knocked a couple of trees from the treeline that once obscured the MacArthur Highway from us, if we’re at our terrace.
And while there has yet to be a more comprehensive study on the correlation of typhoons and earthquakes, here’s a link to an article which has an associate professor on Marine Geology and Geophysics talking about the effects of the former on the latter. It seems there’s a more likelihood of a large earthquake occuring within a few months or a few years after typhoons with a large amount of rain. Note that airplanes cause more rains! No!!! I love travelling!
Yes, I’m blaming climate change. I mean haven’t you noticed how wacko the weather has been out of late. It should be hot and humid and summery since it’s almost April and yet, we have had rains. Not really summer rains but torrential ones that’s supposed to be occurring during the second half of the year, not now. This past few days have been windy too, something that should be normal in January. Our plants have been quite confused as well, particularly our mango tree which has fewer fruits this year but has decided to sprout flowers again.
Call me paranoid but all these natural disasters happening at an unnaturally frequent rate and that Mayan end of the world prediction hanging over our heads, had me and my sister stocking up on provisions in the last three day sale. Though we take being prepared for anything seriously, we were actually laughing our heads off as we picked value packs filled with canned goods. She was protesting the inclusion of meatloaves, wanted stuff we can eat out of the can; me voicing that all preparation would be shot to hell if we forgot the can opener. And shouldn’t there be no more need to hoard since it is the end of the world? As in, “poof,” no more world. But what if it’s more of a “Walking Dead” scenario? I told her that I’d rather be dead then.