It's movie time, but where's the popcorn!?
Our deepest fear is not that
we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that
we are powerful beyond measure.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be
brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
We were born to make manifest
the glory of God that is within us.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
Above is a nice quotation from a scene in AKEELAH AND THE BEE, a film about an 11 year old girl named Akeelah Anderson who has a talent in spelling English words. At first, her coach is Dr. Larabee, but when she had the chance to compete for the Scripps National Spelling Bee in her first try, she needs more assistance to prepare for it. She was given flashcards to learn 50,000 tough words to memorize and spell correctly for a month, which she did by the help of proud residents of her neighborhood as her coaches. And to spoil the ending, she made it to the championship despite the doubts she had before to herself and fear of not winning. It's a nice family movie that may inspire not only students involved in school competitions but I think in general, all those aspiring achievers. It's a movie about believing in all your potentials and then doing your best to reach that goal.

(This is a blog post related to Popoy's comment on "I'm a Bachelor")
Darwinism, What's the fact?!
Darwinism maybe given contradicting definitions by many. They've invented this term from the theories made by Charles Darwin, and that may depend on their biases, or misinformation, or whatever.
And Evolution Theory has been a controversy among three groups of people: (1) advocates, (2) opposers, and (3) neutral.
I'm not here to cite all those references, but you can use Google, Wikipedia, or any search engine to balance each of their points to arrive to a certain truth. Many have done their own research and also many have stopped caring to think about it. They've started to believe the way it was presented by those philosophical views of many.
If some people were taught that it was scientifically correct, then they've just believed it. And if others were taught that it was faithfully wrong, then they've just believed it. And while others chose what those two sides, there are still people who regard Darwinism in a neutral way for the educational or historical purposes.
But whatever the case for you, I just want to add some FACTS about this controversial issue.
First, the Darwinian Advocates are perhaps people in the fields of Philosophy or Biology. Then, the Darwinian Opposers are Christians or Bible believers who'll naturally deny this because of its Atheistic or Agnostic approach, as they call it. Lastly, the neutral people are perhaps those who just don't care much really. Those who might call themselves "Freethinkers" and regard this only as a reference. I don't feel the need to specifically broaden this much. I just want to fill a small space here in my blog about something Darwinism, and not about everything about Darwinism, Ok.
I'm not an authority to forcefully inject my personal opinion to you. We both have two sides of the brain, intended for use. (I just don't know if there's a person who don't want to maximize the use his brain rationally or ideologically, and only allows his brain to fill the space of his skull just for the sake of it. I really don't know.)
"Our mind is like a parachute. It works only when it is open." — Anonymous

What I believe is, the word EVOLUTION in it's simple meaning is development, progression, or growth. It can be applied in all areas as long as the real meaning will not be perverted. In Science, particularly in Biology, it is generally accepted. Other scientific application of this can be seen in the fields of Genetics, (i.e. GMO or genetically modified organism). There maybe alot of things that I don't know on their scientific basis, and I'm not a scientist to delve deeper into that. And because SCIENCE, in it's general definition is a systematized study of knowledge derived from experimentation, observation, and research based on facts, with that simple understanding that I know, I just can't accept the ideas of Charles Darwin on his Evolution Theory applied to human!
Because it's STILL a THEORY and NOT PROVEN as a FACT! Although, the concept of evolution applied to animals, plants or other organisms has been a known fact — i.e. hybrid animals like liger (lion + tiger), zebronkey (zebra + donkey), or genetically modified rice grains and fruits like square-shaped watermelons — but Darwinism is excluded to that.
It should not be considered as something to be taught in primary or secondary level of teaching in schools, cloaked as part of SCIENCE where students are suppose to learn facts and not just theoretical philosophies that states human ancestors were apes. I just can't believe that governments permits that kind of crap in the educational institutions.
I was also taught that way in my early education in elementary and high school. And I'm glad to say that I'm only a "HS grad.", although I entered a 1st semester in college, but then dropped out. I was lucky not to hear it from my professors & instructors, despite the fact that it's still being taught even in universities. During those times, I was forced to memorize all those Latinic names of the Hominaide family, and drew them in full color from the grandfather ape upto the modern ape. It's because of that "partial fulfillment of the requirement" thingy.
I also know, etomologically speaking, "homo sapiens" mean human beings, derived from "homo" = man plus "sapien" = wise or sapient. Darwin's naming convention is as illogical as his idea. Here's why:
homo erectus, homo neantherthalensis, homo australopithecus, upto his so called homo sapien or "modern man" — are all erroneous names. If I were to translate it in Tagalog language, it will be like this:
Did it sound sane to you? I just hope they do not add "homo sexual" to that absurdity. That would be too much! Because human beings are far more intelligent than apes, and all other creatures on earth.
(Ah, ewan! I'd be more happy to see a Pokèmon to evolve than to see "Monkey Morphine Power Ape-rs")


In Pokèmon, PIKACHU when evolved becomes RAICHU
If that's true, how come we can still see unevolved monkeys? Did the supposedly continuous and gradual growth process of evolution, suddenly stopped? And after reaching the stage of "homo sapiens", what's the next level? Will humans grow a pair of wings then fly like eagles? And what happened to the "missing link", have they found it? How come that there are some people who look like a horse more than hairy chimpanzees? And you can cite more variations of people's faces in different places that are not "ape-like" as Darwin insists to be.
I just hope you'll be able to satisfy yourselves with obvious answers. If you still can't decide what to believe, trust your common sense. Even though, common sense may not be very common to all nowadays. I still believe in the importance of sharing this topic. If you also feel like sharing this to your friends, that would be great.
Let them also know what's the fact.
This was captured from EDSA Road, Quezon City. And I don't know why it seems that a word was just inserted there. I know that the name Jesus means "Savior". And I also read my copy of The Bible. But I haven't seen any instance or even a single mention from the apostles that states, "JESUS ALONE SAVES". Please correct me if I'm wrong, or tell me the particular biblical citation if you find one.
I believe that no man should ever limit the truth by his lack of understanding. Especially if it's a vital fact for the people to know, be certain of what to say. Because a small amount of uncertainty may lead someone to a wrong direction, or even worse.
Ecclesiastes 10:1 — "Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savor: so doth a little folly him that is in reputation for wisdom and honor."
I do believe, Jesus saves. And God, the Father saves, too. So if the person behind the idea of putting it there is unsure and confused to insert the word "alone", it's better to be kept for themselves alone, and don't confuse others.
Carelessness is inexcusable. Bold correction is better than empty compliments.
Proverbs 27:5 — "Open rebuke is better than secret love."
Oo nga pala, mapapansin niyong inalis ko na sa "About Me" o yung tinatawag kong "Sinubaku?" section, yung orange kong mukha na natatakpan ng Apple's PowerBook G4 laptop. May nagtatanong kasi sa'ken ng presyo at kung saan daw makakabili.
waah, mukha ba akong can afford? hindi yata.
Kaya ang ipinalit ko ay ang animated gif na version ng 'Prison Break' at 'The Great Escape'. Kung mapagkatuwaan niyo at balak 'yang kunin at ilagay din sa site niyo, ok lang naman, kayo'ng bahala. Kung gusto mo rin namang magpaalam, ok lang din. Kung gusto mo akong i-linked sa blog mo, lalo sigurong ok 'yun.

These are the 8 escapees of the Fox River State Penitentiary, also known as the most wanted and dangerous men, the Fox River 8. And this is of course, not real. It's from one of the most watched primetime TV show by millions, today.
Although, Prison Break was not yet aired on any local TV network here in the Philippines, I just discovered this show when I was in Puerto Princesa City, Palawan via a Cable Channel. And at that time, I'm looking for anything to watch just to tire my eyes and initiate my body to rest until 3 or 4 am of dawn.
Actually, I'm hearing this popular show from my acquaintances, and I was not really interested then. But when I've seen those late night episodes and that time they've managed to escape the prison, led by Michael Scofield's brilliant mind and his body tattoos designed as blueprints. He used his ingenuity to save the life of his innocent brother from the scheduled execution of death penalty.
The eight escapees pictured above (from left to right) were Benjamin Miles Franklin, Theodore Bagwell alias 'T-Bag', Fernando Sucre, Lincoln Burrows and his brother Michael Scofield, John Abruzzi (dead), David Apolskis (dead), and the one missing in the photo was Charles Patoshik alias 'Haywire' (also dead). [see the biodata of the main cast here]
Prison Break: Season 1 which started airing on 2005 has ended. The latest episode I've watched was Episode 17 of Season 2.
I don't have plans to translate into writing all those live actions and thrill of the show. It's better seen on TV (but for me, it's on the PC) than reading synopsis.
I've also seen a similar plot of breaking out from prison in the 1963 World War II movie, "The Great Escape". It was a blockbuster movie based on a true story and also one of my favorite classic film. My friend had a DVD copy, and it's a nice film that can also be enjoyed by younger kids together with their family because of some humorous scenes in it. And you know what, the number of escapees here was not only eight, but 78!

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Now I'm wondering how do people get overly excited and interested on stories like this. I know it does not necessarily mean we sympathize the guilty convicts and wanting them to escape. And also, not only because we want to feel the thrill not being caught on our offenses, as we watch their cunningly planned strategies. But maybe somehow, we sometimes see ourselves in situations where we wrestle against biased human laws and don't want to conform in their standards and rules. So we breakout! — some ran away from homes, some ran away from their society, doing unlawful acts of rebellion, or some even to the extent of thinking to escape by attempting suicide! These may not be all applicable to Filipino behaviors, but it's true to other nations.
What I am saying is, anybody may think and feel as prisoners in various aspects of life. But my one simple question is this: "How did you know?"
What I know is, I've been a prisoner of sin before. "Gusto ko mang bumait, pero di ko magawa" — because I am cuffed and chained by many evil acts and I am constrained from doing the things that I naturally know good, which are just practically and logically right. But do you know, how did I managed to escape, huh?
Well, I didn't. With my own wits and abilities, I did not. Because I can't.
If someone is imprisoned, theoretically he can not free himself alone. Especially when you are imprisoned within your self.
But I thank God for saving me that time. And until now, I'm living my life to its fullest with His help and guidance. Without His love and mercy, I guess I'll just be as filthy as I can be, together with my co-prisoners of sin.
That's why I'm now here blogging. Being as desperate as Michael Schofield who wants to save my brothers that I believe were innocent — trapped by unwanted circumstances and cruel environment. And just like Lincoln Burrows, there are some innocent convicts of sin that has only been framed-up by an association of people greedy in power, money, and fame. Willing to do anything only for their own belly's sake to satisfy their gluttony and lust — forsaking anybody, even their family and friends.
Whew, I can't believed I've said all these (plus the wrong grammar)!
At first, I just want to blog a little about my recently watched episode of Prison Break TV series, but I ended up with this long post. At ang madrama, ay sa English pa!
Sana tagalog naman sa susunod. Baka maubusan agad ako ng bokabularyong-kano, na baon ko sa tabo.
Me, fail english? That's unpossible
Ralph Wiggum (The Simpsons)
I am 23 years old. And still a bachelor.
I am not against marriage or afraid of being tied to obligations. And I don't think it's the worst thing in the world, which some bachelor probably thinks so, that's why they're having fun to any girls (flirting, playing, f**king, whatever!)
Teenage marriage and pre-marital sex become norms to 'some' countries. And it seems, that culture will soon be embraced by 'all' countries, even in my homeland - Philippines.
I got the idea that "people can evolve together", so I thought, maybe …
Yeah, John Lennon & his wife Yoko did. They get closer and closer as the years went by. And at the end, they even had the same face!

So in my opinion, getting married is not something to rush. I'll just let time take its course. Allowing destiny and that lucky girl find me on the rightful time. Until one morning, I will hear a sweet voice mixed in the cold morning breeze waking me up saying, "Gising na hon, nakahanda na almusal. Sabay tayo."
It's just like when Adam was sleeping, and when he woke up, a gorgeous Eve was beside him as his wife.
Bye, I have to sleep. (I still have to dream on, mga 'tol!)
Oh really, you think I have multiple personalities?
Fine, no big deal and don't worry.
'Coz I'm pretty confident that at any rate,
I might be one of me.
Isa ito sa mga doktrina o aral na sinasampalatayanan ng mga Saksi ni Jehova, isang samahang relihiyon na nagpasimula sa Amerika na itinayo ni Charles Taze Russel.
Maging sa Pilipinas ay nakarating ang pananampalatayang ito na naniniwalang sagrado ang dugo at bawal kainin, kaya raw bawal sa kanila ang blood transfusion.
Hindi ko maintindihan kung paano sila nakarating sa ganoong konklusyon, na ang pagsasalin ng dugo upang magligtas ng buhay ng tao ay katulad na rin ng direktang pagkain nito mula sa bibig.
At noong January 31, 2007, ay may nabalitang kaso ng sextuplet birth mula sa isang pamilyang mananampalataya na Saksi ni Jehovah. Ang kasong ito ay umabot sa korte ng makialam ang B.C. government sa Canada upang iutos ang pagsasalin ng dugo sa mga sanggol makaraang dalawa sa sextuplets ay namatay na dahil sa pagtutol ng pamilya. Ito raw ay paglabag sa kanilang karapatan kontra sa kanilang pananampalataya.
Bagaman isa ang relihiyong ito sa masigasig na magimprenta ng mga Biblia at mag-alok ng iba pa nilang publikasyon at magasin upang ibenta sa bahay-bahay, marami pa ring kakaibang paniniwala ang samahang ito na kumukontra di lamang sa gobyerno at medisina, kundi wala pang sapat na batayang syientipiko o bibliko man.
Narito ang istorya ni Joy Castro, na nalathala sa iba’t ibang publikasyon at maging sa kanyang libro na The Truth Book tungkol sa kanyang karanasan bilang dating kasapi sa Saksi ni Jehovah. [read the full story]
A TRUE STORY
There were problematic things in my particular situation growing up, aside from issues of blood transfusion, which were not necessarily related to our religion. I realized my family was different beginning when I went to preschool in England. I was three years old then, and my understanding of the difference between me and other students just continued to grow as I continued on in school.
There were particular activities that I was not permitted by my mother to take part in, such as birthdays for the other children. If someone brought birthday cake or cupcakes, I was not allowed to partake. If the children made decorations for different holidays I did not celebrate, I would go sit in the hall or another room away from the class. Jehovah’s Witnesses at that time, and I believe still, did not celebrate Christmas or birthdays, Halloween or Easter. There were numerous occasions during the year when other children would hold celebrations and I would not participate.
When we returned to the United States, I was six years old. I attended first grade in the U.S., and of course then there was the Pledge of Allegiance. Since Jehovah’s Witnesses don’t pledge their allegiance to any nation, sitting still and silent in my chair was a daily reminder of the fact that I was different.
In my particular household, we prayed at least twice a day, attended “meetings” (which is what we called church services) at the Kingdom Hall or at the home of another member three times a week: two hours on Sunday, one hour on Tuesday evening and two hours on Thursday evening. Each of these meetings required a certain amount of preparation, so we would read texts published by the Watchtower Bible & Tract Society in advance.
Participation, in my experience, simply meant that when the brother, or the man in charge, would ask the pre-printed questions in the text, one of us would volunteer to answer. As much time as possible was spent going door-to-door preaching or ‘out in service,’ sharing principles of the Jehovah’s Witness faith with other people, whom we called ‘worldly people,’ with the intention of saving, helping and converting them.
Because I was doing this from an extremely early age, it just seemed normal. I thought it was right; I thought it was for God. I was a believer, I think the way almost anyone born into a religion is a believer. But I was also kind of shy and didn’t really enjoy going up to the doors of perfect strangers and knocking and telling them stuff I was trained to tell them. There’s a lot of preparation and coaching for that. The Jehovah’s Witnesses have what they call a Theocratic Ministry School, and they give practice presentations so that people of all ages can learn how to present materials at the doors of worldly people. I had been trained in that from the age of five. It was uncomfortable, but I thought I was doing a kind thing for worldly people.
I ran away from home at 14 years old and continued to go to the Kingdom Hall on my own for about a year afterwards. I had started to have questions about the belief system starting at about 11 or 12, and when I finally did run away, I was able to pursue those questions more vigorously. For me, the religion just didn’t hold up logically, and it didn’t feel like a compassionate religion. And so at 15 years old, I ceased going.
I had been expected to become baptized, which is what Jehovah’s Witnesses encourage children to do when they are at the age of reason. For most, this is during the early teens, and that had been the expectation for me, but I quit before I went through baptism.
When I was a younger child, my mother was certainly aware I had questions, because I asked some of them of her. I think I was a frustrating child for her in some ways because of that. During the period when I was 12 to 14 years old, she was remarried to an extremely abusive man, so the three of us – my mother, brother and I - were basically in survival mode, and my questioning was pretty dormant. But before that, I had bothered her with questions about various beliefs we held.
My parents had been divorced for two years at that point, and my father had been disfellowshipped by the religion, which is comparable to being excommunicated. He was expelled for smoking cigarettes, and when my mother remarried, we were forbidden to see him at all, and that was represented to us by our new stepfather, a Jehovah’s Witness, as being based in scripture. I had not seen my real father for over a year, and so when I ran away, I ran away to his house, which was an hour away in West Virginia. He was worldly and disfellowshipped, which meant he was considered an ‘apostate.’ An apostate is one who has known Jehovah and the ‘true faith’ and who has turned their back. It was really quite heretical for me to go to my father’s home.
My brother is five years younger than me and was the biological child of my father and mother.
Our mother, for reasons that I do not know or understand, was not a particularly attentive mother, and my brother was a particularly curious child. So, he would get into trouble physically and put himself in risky situations. I was worried about him and tried hard to protect him and keep him from danger. We lived in a very remote rural area, so I was concerned about the fact that if one of us was badly injured, it would take an hour or more to get to the hospital, and blood transfusions were not an option for us because of our faith. But, having been raised that way, I did believe that was morally right. It was just a chronic, low-grade fear – just something in the back of my mind.
I’ve heard of instances where parents refuse their children certain treatments based on the faith, such as the case of the sextuplets born in Vancouver, Canada. I’m relieved for the sake of the children that the state stepped in to allow the blood transfusions. There are many religious systems around the world that feel it’s okay to physically damage children in the name of God or faith, and that’s a concern for me. Children don’t have autonomy yet; they can’t speak their choice, and the parents are making it for them. Of course, I understand that parents make most choices for their children, but when we see a parent abusing a child or starving a child, we intervene. I think it’s appropriate and humane for us to do that.
However, if children have already been given blood transfusions, I believe that most Jehovah’s Witnesses are compassionate and kind enough to not hold that against the children. It was not an act of the children’s will either way.
If the children grow up to be Jehovah’s Witnesses, presumably they’ll be treated well in a warm and friendly environment.

I formed a lot of insights about hypocrisy growing up. So much so, that I had to write a book about it! (laughs) I learned that sometimes the idea of love is absent in religion, that systems of belief can have logical inconsistencies and that people are perfectly willing to be hypocritical when it serves their needs. I learned that someone who holds a position of religious and moral authority isn’t necessarily a good person. It was surprising to me as a young person that violence could be employed in the name of God and of love.
That happened in my family. My mother’s husband was physically violent with her, my brother and me to a severe extent, in the name of the faith. He quoted scripture and made sure we got to every meeting, but he was also emotionally, physically and sexually abusive, and he ritually underfed us; I ran away because I feared being raped by him. (Not long after I left home, he was arrested, convicted, and imprisoned for molesting a nine-year-old girl.) I don’t blame the Jehovah’s Witnesses for my experience. Abusers can exist in any kind of organization. Most of the Witnesses I knew were kind, gentle people who meant well and whom I liked and respected.
For me, the source of strength and hope in my life has always been connected to love of people and treating them compassionately. Today, I meditate and pray, though I do not belong to an organized religious structure. I’d be one of those spiritual, not religious box-checkers. I studied religion in college, trying to get an objective handle on it.
I’m interested in the essences of world religions, and I try to live by the Golden Rule of treating others with as much love and respect as you want to be treated.
I think my mother felt very betrayed that I ran away and that I would choose to leave her religion. We did try over the years, sporadically and with good intentions, to have some kind of relationship. But then we’d go through long fallow periods where it was too difficult for one or both of us to communicate. At this point, after the publication of my piece in the New York Times Magazine (and the subsequent publication of my book), she does not communicate with me at all. She’s now a nurse and hospital administrator specializing in ‘bloodless options,’ which are alternatives to blood transfusions. I don’t have a clear sense of what those medical options are, but I think they have to do with plasma. I could be wrong.
My brother and I are very close. About six months after I ran away, we were able to have him removed by the police from my mother and stepfather because of my testimony. He went to the Kingdom Hall with me for a little while and then stopped when I stopped. He is now not a member of an organized religion and is a happy, productive working adult with a family.

I’ve moved on, too. Writing a book that allowed me to process, re-live and deal with it all has made it less painful to talk about now. Writing a memoir is cathartic and puts some kind of order into the chaos of a life. But the scars don’t just disappear. Because of the violence in my childhood, I struggled for years with symptoms of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
I’ve been helped with that by some great therapists.
But it’s also been lonely. If you grow up very abnormally and then decide to join mainstream society, there are just all kinds of gaps and absences, and you have to go back and fill in a lifetime of feeling odd, strange, outcast, excluded, et cetera. Jehovah’s Witnesses are very socially exclusive in that they hang out mostly with each other. That was my whole social life growing up, and when I left, I left behind the only friends I had, the only social norms I knew.
Growing up in such an isolated, exclusive way damaged my social skills as a kid, which is probably why I became an academic. (laughs) You feel very alone in the world, and then when you join that world, you don’t necessarily have the skills to integrate. And then there’s the pain of losing family. I miss my mother. I know she meant well and was motivated by love, but she loved her religion more than she loved me and my brother. That’s painful. It’s a very demanding faith system.
When Jehovah’s Witnesses approach me now, I tell them I’m an apostate, and that ends the conversation quickly. I don’t know if it’s a polite way to end the conversation, but it’s certainly effective.
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