Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Professional Killers and Kidnappers Have Rights, Too


Note: This entire post does not reflect my real views. It is sarcasm; it is my attempt to use the "logic" that has been used to justify some questionable actions.


The world is no stranger to legalized gambling or to legalized abortion. Right here in the Philippines, legalizing jueteng (a numbers "game") is seen as being beneficial in the long run, while legalizing abortion will prevent under-the-table dealings that cause preventable deaths. But, as I said, this isn't new; gamblers and those who undergo or perform abortions have gotten their rights guaranteed in various points in the world. There are those who decry it, yes, saying it is wrong according to some moral or religious codes (or preferences), but they did get their rights. Pinoys will get these rights eventually.

However, practices which have before been much more moral or honorable are continuously denied. The right to vendetta, the right to duel to the death, and the ancient right to the practice of ransom used to be a part of everyday life because they are supposedly "wrong" and "violate" the rights of others to life and property. Yet, gambling and abortion can equally be argued as violating other people's rights of life and property, especially the rights of those who cannot defend themselves; but they will have their rights guaranteed.

Yet professional killers and "kidnappers" are forced to go behind the law, forced to hide or go into exile or even sentenced to death without anybody defending their rights. Oh, they are given excuses, like extreme poverty or insanity; but never really about defending their rights to kill or to hold someone for ransom.

Fraternity members, for instance, have been forced to go into hiding or into exile, never finishing college and never being able to lead normal lives or find jobs, at best, or sentenced to life imprisonment or to death, just because they also have been forced to sneak around and kill their schoolmates in ambush. Whereas in times past they could have honorably challenged them to a duel, in full sight of the public, and regulated by a code to prevent abuse. Thanks to some namby-pamby excuse to "preserve life" (in this case, the life of another frat member who would have done the same thing; life, apparently, only becomes important once you are dead), this is no longer possible.

Not just vendetta, but it also used to be an acceptable policy to assasinate your enemies. That is why we are laden with leaders who are indecisive and who take for granted their obligations in leadership: they never went through the fire... they never had to learn to outwit and outlast their enemies... they never had to learn to live for their people. Assassins are seen as common criminals now—they are shorn of any honor they used to have.

If they legalize killing, don't they (the government and all the "conservatives" out there) see that instead of wanton bloodshed we get discipline and order. Each time there is a "killing" it is ordered, controlled, and people have the chance, the right to defend themselves. Instead of having frat members having to sneak in the shadows and commit "murder" (as they call it), both parties have the opportunity to choose the weapons, choose the battlefield, and choose the way they ought to die. They are given dignity, even in death. The relatives of those who die will stop seeing it as a tragedy but as an honorable way to die, as we all will do, in combat.

Those who assassinate and are assassinated, given a code of conduct, an assassin's code (if you will) shall be more careful about who they kill, that is, only legitimate targets and no innocents (as assassins are frequently forced to resort to because they are forced into the shadows). Our politicians gain respect for other politicians, instead of endlessly filibustering each other in session. The government, of course, regulates all this; or, if they are unwilling, let an impartial body decide. With assassinations so controlled, with those targeted given ample opportunity to defend themselves, such political killings will be brought out of the corruption that they have been embroiled in.

Killing is a way of life, and no religion has any right to deny this. Besides, this does not mean a loss of choice; anyone is perfectly within one's rights if one doesn't want to kill. But to force one's preference (or squeemishness) over killing over everybody else? No one has that right.




How about kidnapping? Or, more accurately, the abduction of persons for the purpose of ransom? This used to be done very often as well, in fact, by honorable knights against other knights. How could such honorable practice have fallen as the practice of knights to the practice of thugs (as they claim). They abduct the Chinese in our country for money, sometimes for exhorbitant sums of money, sometimes much more than the families are willing or able to pay, circumventing the actual worth of the individual. This has come to this situation only because it has been outlawed. As always, if only it can be legalized, the abuses and the frustrated killings of the abductees will be lessened. Killing is fine and good on its own, of course; but they should be given the right to defend themselves, as knights were given the right: if they lost, they are held for ransom.

Too often, "kidnapping" has degenerated to a crime of passion or of revenge, or even of bigotry, when it should have been a part of an honorable profession. If legalized, it means (of course) regulation. Only those families that are capable of paying will be seen as legitimate targets, and each abducted individual will be valued accurately. A college student will, quite obviously, not "cost" as much as the CEO of a company. In the current practice, such ransom demands are shamefully arbitrary. If legalized and regulated, the government stands to make money out of it also. It can be taxed; the country stands to benefit from even a percentage of the sort of amounts that is being exchanged here. Why are a lot of abductions are sloppy, why a lot of law enforcement authorities get injured or killed, why the abductees are injured or killed when both parties could have gotten what they both wanted, and all the rest of us benefitting, too? It will mean more jobs, for those who can be bodyguards, for the teachers and martial artists that will teach the bodyguards, not to mention those involved in training abductors.

Bigotry will also not be tolerated. Currently, only the Chinese and the Americans get abducted... why? Why not those of other nationalities? Why not movie stars? Why not the Cojuangcos? Once it is regulated, only a certain quota of any group will be abducted. The Philippines will be known as enlightened.

The only reason why it is dangerous and dishonorable is because it is not legal. It is done by amateurs and hatemongers, when it can be done by professionals and those who are dispassionate about doing a job. It becomes a game, with no loss of life for those who want life, but an opportunity for an honorable death and acceptance of death for those who can.

Bottom line, legalize organized killing and organized abducting. Only those without the courage and strength of character, only those who do not care about choice will oppose this.



It appalls me the way this has turned out, trying to use the arguments and the justifications of those who think that legalizing jueteng and abortion can ever be a good idea. I had wanted to show the weakness of their argument by parodying their logic in presenting two of the most reprehensible acts as acceptable using their reasons. Instead, as I read through it again, I am shocked at how hard it is to show that killing and kidnapping is wrong and should never be legalized. How? When and if I appeal to the rights of persons, the magic word of "choice" crops up. What if a person chooses to die? What if a person "chooses" to kill? What if "choice" is the only inalienable right that all humans have? In fact, appealing to any moral code will just, in their eyes, weaken my argument. They would say "Well, that's precisely what you would say, you conformist, conservative, backward bigot." The thing is, the basic premises already differ; even if their syllogisms are correct, yet when the premises are not valid but cannot be proven to be invalid, what is to be done?

It is like all those episodes of CSI, where we as the audience are privy to what actually happened, that a criminal is really guilty, and that the Crime Scene Investigators know that the criminal is guilty, but they just have no evidence for that; what does one do? They are constrained from punishing whom the law says are innocent when, in fact, they are guilty. How does one say that things are wrong, then, when you cannot prove that there is something above and greater than us, even if you know that that something exists?


Sunday, May 15, 2005

Stop-over at Tagaytay

We had spent the day at Batangas for some swimming and enjoying the famed LorJay's cuisine (mmmmm-mmmmm!) On the way back, we stopped over some place for a little picture-taking, where I took this panoramic shot of my sister-in-law and other relatives.

I just wish we had been a bit closer to Taal...

Tagaytay3

My Niece

My Niece

My beautiful niece, DeeCee, whom I haven't seen personally in a long, long time.

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forged in

Gryphon Hall
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Flickr

This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

My Web Site Project Is Finished!!!

After a few weeks of lovely toil, I finally finished my project for C2 Handcrafted Collections. This project was put on hiatus for so long—I took this project last year so that I can fund my wedding. As it turned out, what I thought would be just a two-month project ended up taking nine months to finish.

Well, that's not strictly true. It did not take nine months of work to finish. It actually only took three and a half weeks to finish. Rather, the project was shelved very often because I didn't have the capability to give what the client wanted last year, and when I did have the capability, I was already knee-deep in wedding preparations and an ill-advised 2nd stint in Storgedelphia. Let me explain.

When I first created the original C2 website almost four years ago from this writing, I was a webmaster and HTML coder that didn't have a place to host the website for free (since C2 was a small business and cannot affordt web space) except in Yahoo! Geocities. Furthermore, I was just learning HTML then (HTML 3.0, at that) and there were problems about cross-browser performance. JavaScript was a new and magical weapon at a time when glitzy web sites were the fad. So, with those limitations, I coded and created.

Of course, the main drawback of that old school approach to creating websites was that, if the content needed to be updated or revised, the webmaster had to actually delve into the code again and make revisions there. I didn't even want to think about revising the look at that time—it was impossible and difficult to do and would mean that I would have to start from scratch; that is, if I was foolhardy enough to actually take the job of revising the site. I guess I was feeling foolhardy.

One thing about a web site for a small business in the Philippines is that prices change very often, and often very dramatically. It came to the point that having a web site for them was just an empty boast. We have a website! Yeah, right... even if the information in it is old and obsolete. Now, the proprietor of C2 tried to get my old boss to do the updating. Even if he had HTML experience (which was even more limited now than what I had years ago) or even if he had the time (which he didn't, since he was too busy doing the "network" thing), I mean, he wasn't stupid. It was difficult for the original designer, let alone somebody trying to understand my very old and unsemantic code. I had, thanks to my earlier training in programming back in college, made the code as structured and as "commented" as I can without making the HTML file too large. Still, updating the site means I would have to edit each and every one of the web pages. My ex-boss passed it on to me and I accepted it because I thought it was easy money and I was feeling creative.

That is, until I met my hitherto indirect client.

Though unschooled in the creation of web pages, or maybe because of it, she said that she wanted an easy way of updating the site without having to hire a webmaster to do it for her. What? I said. She thinks she can enter the info or edit/update the info herself? Inwardly I laughed and tried to "educate" her; but she was adamant about having that capability. And, oh... adding more pictures. It was with a sinking heart that I found that she was serious and that she expects to get what she wants.

I knew much more about HTML, JavaScript and, my new toy, CSS by now to know that the project was remotely possible. Plus, I had created a very attractive wedding site for my brother in Geocities and I was feeling pretty formidable. But there was no way she can edit or update the contents in what she demands in as simple an interface as possible. It is, of course, possible to create such a site, but not in a free site like Yahoo! Geocities. I needed a server that will allow PHP code, or probably Perl Scripts that will allow her to enter a site, type/edit within a form and make the necessary adjustments. I thought that, in the meantime, I would create the "look" of the new site (it had to be a new site, the reasons of which will be clear later) before entering the "code". So, I did my research as well as I can, drafted a contract, put up a price, and started away...

... into nothingness. I can't find a free server, or a provider, or a host that will do it for me. I was also finding that learning PHP or Perl on your own is next to impossible if I have to work on other smaller, less ambitious jobs so that I can keep a roof over my head and food on my table. I can, of course, use frames, and the only type of text that she can edit are those that require the least amount of code, but that was a desperate move.


Finally, in all my researches, I came across these wonderful, very informative sites which have changed the way I look at creating sites: glish.com and A List Apart (or ALA for short). For the first time, I encountered elegant, speedy sites without all the Flash and glitz. It was there that I first truly learned the power of CSS—Cascading Style Sheets—for creating what I needed; actually, creating all of the web sites I would ever create. I also found that my knowledge was somewhat limited after all, and that most of my HTML is already obsolete or being phased out. Still, finding those sites was the first of some very important breakthroughs.

The second breakthrough actually should have happened months ago, specifically, around the month of January of 2004. My friend, Wulfgar, was keeping a blog at Tabulas and I became introduced to it because of something really tear-jerking post concerning my brother's wedding on the 3rd of January 2004. I had, of course, known about blogs before this, but had thought of them as the recourse of people who knew no HTML to set-up their own sites and is non-customizeable as far as visual design was concerned. As I said, it should have happened months ago, but I only read that particular post. Around August, I just wanted to relive some happiness by visiting that post again, then exploring his blog, and finally making the discovery that one can make limited customizations to the HTML code of the blog itself. Breakthrough number two: if I can just create one master template with the graphic design I wanted, then my client can just later on enter or edit her previous posts.

However, I found Tabulas too unwieldy and the URL just wasn't, well, domainish enough for me. I, instead, found the original Blogspot and found that, at that time, the templates can be customized. Besides, I apparently joined Blogger since March 2004 to detail the wedding preparations process.

I already had all I needed but, as I said, I took an ill-advised stint in that school to be its Computer Teacher again. There were a lot of other factors that contributed to my having to work harder than last time, involving a self-important individual and people with misplaced trust; but at least, in actually teaching the new XHTML I solidified my knowledge on it. I still can't claim to be proficient in coding without a manual, or doing more than just copying and modifiying CSS or JavaScript, but I had progressed to the point that I can teach students to create Blogs and later modify their templates using whatever knowledge they have.

In the meantime, of course, the project was not being done.

By November, I had resigned so that I can more fully concentrate on preparing for my wedding. My wife was in Australia at the time and I had to do a lot of the work myself. She was coming on the first week of December and things were coming to a head.

I got married on the 2nd Saturday of January 2005, went on a honeymoon, did a lot more odd jobs for about two more months as well as fixing a lot of the required paperwork to be able to follow my wife to Oz, before I finally officially started work on April Fools.

Basically, I had two templates that I could have easilly built the project around. Basically, it involved the use of a three-column layout, with a fluid middle column and a header and a footer. As I still am not an expert in CSS, I thought it would be faster if, instead of creating the basic template from scratch, I would instead make modifications on it. The two templates are from glish and from ALA. I experimented with both and decided upon the ALA method of using negative margins as the more flexible and modular layout.

I had been working on the code for about a week before I showed it to my wife. I had, until then, been basing the visual designs on the original graphics of the old site, and Ærynn wasn't happy with it and wanted it changed. Now, in the old days, changing "the look" of a site after a week's work of design was just too much to ask if you are on a deadline (I was, by the way, more than six months overdue; hehehehehe). But, thanks to the "magic" of stylesheets and semantic markup, all I did was, yes, change the stylesheet... until I hit upon a snag.

Apparently, with all the little modifications I was making to the original ALA template, simply changing the stylesheet wasn't a solution. Still, semantic markup still saved me, since it has made the structure of the page itself much more apparent to me. Using the new stylesheet, I eventually did start from scratch, creating my own markup and (oh, joy!) my own stylesheet. It was still based on what I learned from ALA, but at least it was not a carbon-copy anymore. Plus, I was able to create a separate stylesheet for when the page is printed out.

One reason I lagged so many months ago is that I had forgotten that form followed function and not the other way around. I had been trying to create the visuals first before dealing with PHP or whatever came later. That was wrong. One has to have the bones in place first before fleshing it out. With Blogger, I didn't need PHP to generate content and since the content is not destroyed even when I change the template, it was the best solution. Plus, it allowed me to design around function. The graphics, which took more than a week to set up, was just secondary.

A number of other tools helped me as well. I have already been using Mozilla Firefox for a while as an alternative to Internet Explorer, not because it was a safer browser than IE (which it is) but because ALA said that it was more web standards compliant than IE.

Of course, there was the lovely Firefox Web Developer Extension (which I downloaded from here) that made my life easier when it came to validating my code and experimenting with CSS.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Anime Quiz Results

One of the things my sister-in-law and I share is an interest in Japanese anime, something my wife and I shared first. Once in a while, I stay overnight at my in-laws' place and one of the main things we do is watch anime.

Currently, both of us have been following the storylines of two really interesting anime: Naruto and Prince of Tennis. Now LJ is a true fan, except in one sense: she hates spoilers. Her favorite characters so far are Hatake Kakashi and Kikumaru Eiji.

She also has a Blog, but I haven't seen it yet; she would only let me see it if I made her Blogger templates based on her two favorite characters. So I surfed the web looking for nice pictures and wallpapers that I might be able to use in creating the templates. While I was in cyberspace, I came across some "Which Naruto/Prince of Tennis character will you be" quizzes. Hmmmmm...

I took 'em, and here are the results.



You are the number one loner rookie. You don't need others you know it!
You are Saske! The number one loner rookie. You
don't need other people.


The Real Naruto Character Quiz
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You are KAKASHI!

Mature. Balanced. Quirky. You're not what people would call a "black sheep" but at the same time, you aren't quite normal. With a subtle sense of humor and a slightly less than subtle way of teaching people a lesson, one thing is for sure: no one can wait to see your whole face.

Which NARUTO character are you?
(http://www.morg-ue.net/quiz/naruquiz.html)




Mizuki
You're Tezuka Kunimitsu! The silent, stern captain who only seems to have one facial expression. You're a total stud as you are already but you could try smiling every once in a while. It's not gonna kill you, you know?


Which Prince of Tennis character are you?
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Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Someone of the opposite sex with whom one can talk to on even terms


She found for the first time in her life, as also did Jack, someone of the opposite sex with whom she could have a conversation on even terms... — Douglas Gresham, step-son of C.S. Lewis

This particular quote I found after some time of surfing around the web, immediately after my wife and I chatted online (I found it here). He, Douglas Gresham, was talking about how his mother, Joy Davidman Gresham, found somebody with whom she could really relate to. Who happens to be my favorite author, C.S. Lewis. A movie, called "Shadowlands", beautifully portrays the love story of this lady and probably the most well-known of all Christian apologists of the last century (that's the 20th Century, by the way; we are already in the 21st, after all). I watched that version with Anthony Hopkins and Debra Winger, not the supposedly more accurate one with Joss Ackland and Clair Bloom. I don't intend to tell the entire story of Joy and Jack Lewis in this post (if you want to find out, click the links, or borrow the movie and watch it, or, better yet, read a good biography of C.S. Lewis or Joy Gresham), but to relate something about that quote up there.

As I said, I had just finished e-chatting with my wife online. Growing up, I thought I would be lucky if someone would consent to marry me. I hadn't been the most attractive guy in school and (unlike a lot of other men, I'm quite sure) I never had any school romance. Most who only know me now would think it may be due to my corpulence; no, not really. Up until my 2nd year in college, I was the proper body/weight proportion, a CAT officer, and reasonably fit, inspite of my asthma. To cut a long story short, I am much more unattractive now than I was; yet for some reason this girl, Ærynn, fell in love with me for some reason. But I don't mind, for even before we fell in love, she had become a better friend than I thought was possible, from even a person of the same sex. She was of the opposite sex, lovely and voluptuous, but more importantly we can talk. And share stuff.

Oh, we have our differences. Choice of music, most especially. And a lot of other things... which doesn't matter. We hang out, we do stuff, and we even quarrel sometimes... as I do with others, to be sure. But never on such equal terms. I can be completely honest with her, tell her of things which I would normally be ashamed to tell anybody else, even my twin, and I know she will still love me, at first as a friend, then as my fiancee, now as my wife. It is like another me, and that, in itself, is remarkable as I am a twin—if there should have been another "me" it should have been E-, right? Nobody completes me more (yes, I know! Jerry McGuire... but the Bible was first, you know) than anyone I have ever met, or had hoped to meet. I had been attracted to my own share of girls growing up, each with distinct attractiveness, but my wildest hopes never would have come up with an Ærynn. I never thought it was possible. It's like I created her for myself, with all the lovely virtues and yet the proper number of flaws to prevent her from becoming a Mary Sue; yet, not quite, for she has other qualities I never thought I wanted in a woman which she has since shown me I had desired all along.

What can I say? I am irretrievably in-love with this woman, and she has shown the hallmarks of having the same feelings for me (hard to believe, yes). I have found for the first time in my life someone of the opposite sex with whom I could have a conversation on even terms, true intercourse, where I truly know my wife—mind, body and soul. Such happiness amidst such bitterness than I thought was possible, or what I rightly deserve. Praise God, He gave me at least one great gift if He never gave me anything else (though, of course, He has). Especially for one like who had thought that I would spend the rest of my life alone, as this very bitter poem shows, written just months before she first said she loved me.



I wrote this poem years ago, this time just months after she first said that she loved me.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Deformed Wedding Ring

I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. My wedding ring has finally become deformed. For a long time, I've been trying to prevent my left hand from doing too much since the ring is thinner than most rings.Image hosted by Photobucket.com I read recently from the internet that if I had been planning to do manual labor, I should have chosen a thicker, heavier ring. Well, I've been doing a lot of heavy work lately, and now it is deformed. No longer a perfect circle, as it should be. I am annoyed and it really weighs heavily on my mind.

It's my fault. I chose the ring for it's design and beauty, less for its sturdiness. I didn't know that caveat about manual labor, or I should have been more careful to choose something that is noticeably thicker. But I hated the designs of the few thick rings I saw, and at that time, with my then fiancée (now my lovely wife) I was on a quest for beauty. If you would check my post update on my wedding pics (or the picture below), you will see just how lovely those rings really are. Besides, I thought that at 18k it was already hard enough. My mistake.

Image hosted by Photobucket.comBut they are thin, as you can see in the scanned picture above. I had forgotten how malleable real gold is (oh, gee! I am so relieved that it's real gold :sarcastic smile:). It is now slightly flattened. It still fits over my finger and, I daresay, it fits "better" and clings to my finger "better". But I have been accustomed to admiring its symmetry and it's being a perfect circle. This ring, though losing none of its sentimental value, feels somehow less.

So, at the very first opportunity I shall try to find a way to have this "repaired". I am hoping that our jewelers are skilled enough to make this a nice and good circle once again without damaging it.

I wish this perfectionism does not extend to my relationship with my wife. One, of course, cannot always have the "perfect" marriage; though the definition of "perfect" when referring to marriage is, at best, a misconception brought about by what the movies, TV and written fiction have told us a "perfect" marriage should be like. At worst, most of that touchy-feely crap we see is just a lie. So when the honeymoon is over and one notices that the loved one is no longer surrounded by the fuzziness lent by rose-colored glasses, people who believe the lie think that the love "is gone" and one must "move on". I know a certain couple who periodically break up and come back together based on a variation of this, that is, I have never seen them actually stick together long enough while they are not "in sync". True love, I believe, is being able to stay together even when both are not in sync. Ærynn and I have stayed together so long during periods of being out-of-sync that those periods of being out-of-sync have become shorter and shorter. I expect, of course, that we will have much newer periods of being out-of-sync once we start living together in a foreign land. But we have learned that the best way to find a way to resolve the conflict is to see it to its bitter end without trying to extend that bitterness to each other.

So maybe this deformed wedding ring is the perfect metaphor as to how our marriage is to be like. If anything mars it, we try hard to mend it. If we can't, we don't throw the ring away. Or stop wearing it just because it is marred. I am still wearing the deformed ring, and though I may never have it fixed, it will still be the ring that Ærynn slipped onto my finger when she made her promises to me. For better or for worse, this ring is mine.

Friday, April 22, 2005

Sunday, April 17, 2005

I stole some code, hehehehehe!

Notice this post, if you please. Whereas before I had those ugly HUGE letters at the start of post, to denote a "dropcap." HA! That was no dropcap! This is!!! Bwahahahahahahahaha!!! I took it, from somebody's Blog, which was linked to somebody's Blog, that was linked to another person's Blog that linked to me! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Okay, I shouldn't be obnoxious and give credit where credit is due. I took the code from http://www.eckscheerleader.blogdrive.com/. It's a CSS thing (Cascading Style Sheets), and the dropcap class-thingee is this:

.dropcap {
float: left;
font: normal 60pt/0.8em Georgia,Helvetica, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;
color: #6600CC;
margin-right: 3px;
}


As I learn more and more about CSS, I can't believe I survived so long without it.

Ethnic Invitation Rejected

My fears that the invitation I made would be seen as too "high brow" was justified after all. My sister-in-law, BH, sadly told me that her Papa wasn't all too happy (if at all) about the invitation, and would rather have one that is more "old-fashioned."

One of the things I should remember is that when people want something done, especially in something as arbitrary as an invitation design, they already have something specific in mind. I can't deny that I feel bad. I had, after all, been insanely proud of it, and I still think it was rather original. Still, it is his birthday, and if he wants abaca strings and weave, he can have it. That invitation would probably be something like this invite from a wedding site I did more than a year ago. I didn't make the invite, of course; but I used the invite design for the web site. I could have gone with that and designed the invite like this, but I have stated my reasons already why that was not possible at all this last week.

Get over it, GH! You can't please everybody...

Friday, April 15, 2005

I'm too lazy to type it all up again...

I've wanted to transfer the contents from my old siteImage hosted by Photobucket.com to this Blog. There'se only a few, but for some reason I feel like I don't want to go through these old poems again. They were a part of my past and will always give me a sort of, well, regretful nostalgia for it.

I still would like to put the poems here, but there just has to be some other way...

... so right now, I am experimenting with using the iframe tag to insert my old web pages into my post. I don't know if I will ever go through the entire anthology...

... well, wait and see. This poem down below is perhaps my shortest poem. I'd really like to explain it right now, but I don't feel like it. But, make no mistake, this poem has no "multiplicity" of meaning, as some claim poems ought to be.





Your Seduction Style: Ideal Lover





You seduce people by tapping into their dreams and desires.
And because of this sensitivity, you can be the ideal lover for anyone you seek.
You are a shapeshifter - bringing romance, adventure, spirituality to relationships.
It all depends on who your with, and what their vision of a perfect relationship is.


Thursday, April 14, 2005

Ethnic Invitation — Update

And, six hours later (actually, less than that because I had dinner with Mom for quite a while in between) I have got a concept invitation out. Image hosted by Photobucket.comIt isn't so "in-your-face" ethnic, but it is obviously ethnic.

Well, actually, I don't know. If some of those invited does not know what Baybayin script is, they would think that all those squiggles are just some ugly, unmeaningful marks. I'm also afraid that some may consider it to high-brow. Not "in-your-face" makamasa ethnic, but high brow ethnic. Like a lot of people thought of the programmes I made for my brother F-'s wedding.

But, as I said, my options were limited, and the deadline was tonight. I don't know, just comment on what you think of all this, okay? Just click on the thumbnail on the right to see the larger version of the invite.

Still, I don't know... I'm insanely proud of it.


This invite was designed, by the way, not to be printed at home anymore. You see, BH and F- may not have the time to print all these out on their own, so I thought, how will they have the invites printed which will be reasonably of good quality but cheap enough to mass produce? I then thought of making it as a 4R print. They could have lots of it cheaply mass produced, at only five Philippine Pesos (that's around 10 American cents) per picture print. It would then be on good quality paper at a much better print resolution than if they had printed it at home.

And it would be done in just an hour, too. The only thing they need to purchase are envelopes to contain them.


I'm glad I was finally able to get some matino TTF of Baybayin. Five, in fact. I got them all here, if you want to experiment with it. Be warned, though, that the fonts do not directly transliterate words into baybayin script. Baybayin is a phonetic system of writing, and our usual keyboards are simply not phonetic. There are rules for writing. For instance, the first line that reads "Kayo ay inaanyayahang dumalo sa" needs to be typed as "Kyo ay= Inan=yyhN= dumlo s" just so that it will display correctly in Baybayin as ᜃᜌᜓ ᜀᜌ᜔ ᜁᜈᜀᜈ᜔ᜌᜌᜑᜅ᜔ ᜇᜓᜋᜎᜓ .

Some Pinoy Tolkien group didn't get that Tengwar (the writing system of the Elves in Lord of the Rings) was also a phonetic system of writing. So, when they hosted a premiere of "The Return of the King" and created a programme for it, they merely wrote down latinized Elvish, downloaded a Tengwar TTF, and used it. So, when other geekier fans (like my twin bro; I honestly didn't notice) who can read and write in Tengwar saw it, what they saw was the equivalent of d@*g-N@bÆt when what should have been meant was probably Legolas rules.

Therefore, learn the actual system of Baybayin if you want to use the fonts.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Ethnic Invitation — A Challenge

My sister-in-law's Dad is due to have his birthday by the 26th, and just her luck she was tasked to be the one to be the one to have the invitations produced. The problem is kind of unique: she was supposed to come up with an invitation that was "ethnic" in theme, but it also had to be merely printed out. Being in a quandry, she came to me.

Well, it was problematic. Almost all Filipino ethnic themed designs have been done to death. Furthermore, that was precisely why it is difficult: the fact that most ethnic themes were heavilly based on design, or rather patterns. Ethnic weave, mats, blankets, abaca, handmade paper, etc.—usually this is where the designs are based to give it the feel of ethnicity. That's precisely the reason why most "ethnic" invitations I've come across (mostly wedding invitations) had to be custom-made with ethnic materials. They are neither inexpensive nor easy to make or prepare. Yet, whatever design had to come up should be "printable" on normal greeting card.

Of course, I thought of using a scanned image but, c'mon, where will I get an ethnic design to scan? Google turned up zilch. Did I mention that almost every ethnic design has been done to death? Even if I come up with an ethnic object, I am very sure that I will just come up with something tacky.

And, oh... BH (my sister-in-law) said that she needs it by tomorrow morning. Wow, talk about some rush hour job...


How does one come up with an obviously ethnic Pinoy design without being tacky and, more importantly, when I don't have any artifacts whatsoever? I just don't have any artifacts to base it on... just like... just like... waitaminute! My twin and I, E-, once had exactly the same problem about two years ago. We had to come up with a theme based on an ethnic culture with which we absolutely had no artifacts of. At all. We needed to come up with a Middle-earth theme for F-'s wedding. For that, we made liberal use of Feanorian calligraphy... hmmmmmm...

I don't know yet how successful my venture will be, but now I have a paradigm to explore: I am going to use Baybayin script as a design element for the invitation! To help me, I visited the following sites:
I'll give updates on my progress later tonight. BH is also working on her own invites just in case I don't make it.

My Inner European (right...)





Your Inner European is French!









Smart and sophisticated.

You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so.


Buying a Notebook PC (a.k.a. a Laptop)

Even though we call Dad's notebook a "laptop" I have only once used that machine on my lap, and all that time I had been nervous (lest I drop it) and uncomfy (I can't shift my thighs around, the exhaust was hot, and did I mention I might drop it?) Still, when Dad got what is essentially a high-end machine for its day and still performs better than any desktop PC I've ever used (well, considering that I have yet to get my hands on a truly high end desktop machine) makes me wish that I had one of my own.

When Ærynn and I finally move in together (we are married, after all),Dad's laptop, with a few modifications one of the very first and importantly urgent things we should purchase is a computer. At first, I would have insisted on getting a desktop PC, because it is cheaper and (I thought) I could tweak it and purchase expansion cards (like dedicated video cards, for any video editing, or sound cards, for sound editing). But I've been using Dad's machine to edit videos and, except for the dearth of hard disk space, actually outperformed F-'s machine (which we specifically had custom-built to edit videos).

So, I am much more open, nay, excited to get a laptop for ourselves.Dad's laptop, with a few modifications However, that laptop has to be what is called a "desktop replacement," that is, it is portable, yes, just like all good laptops should be; but it also must be fitted to also be a desktop computer. Just like Dad's laptop, which I was able to deck out with the following enhancements:
  • a typical PS/2 keyboard (to make typing easier as well as extending the life of the keyboard of the laptop itself)
  • an optical mouse (much easier to use than the touch pad; oh how I wish I had a WACOM digitizer instead)
  • external speakers (to make listening to music and watching DVDs much more a group appreciation thing)
  • two USB hubs (which effectively triples the number of USB ports the laptop has; essential, I say)
  • a USB floppy disk (you never know if one of those old-fashioned floppies come around)
  • and an external USB 2.0 hard drive enclosure (which contains my old 80 Gigabyte hard drive)USB 2.0 external hard drive enclosure, USB Floppy Drive, and 4-port USB Hub
Well, you can see for yourself what I've done for the laptop on the pics I included on this page (click on the photos to expand them). Once I leave for Oz, what I will be bringing with me is the external USB 2.o hard drive enclosure. Right now, I am backing up all the things that I will bring to Oz, including documents, my music collection, and all the pictures. I'm finding that indispensable now.

At any rate, that laptop will have to be a real investment, but I am unclear as to how to go about choosing something that we wouldn't regret. Fortunately, because I subscribe to Yahoo!'s Tech Tuesday, I was able to find these particular links online that will help me with just that:
Ærynn, if you're reading this, can you also check it out? What I need is a true business-class machine, so I would want to know just what limit our budget is (gmail me na lang).

Hopefully, I would finish all my projects this week so that I can start applying for my VISA next week.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

The M&M-pire Strikes Back

Sweets leads to hunger...
Hunger leads to ate...
Ate...
... leads to cavities.

Why all of us should drink milk

Drink up, ye hearties! Click here.

UPDATE - Online Wedding Album Now Public

The wedding album was originally supposed to be "Friends only." I didn't even imagine then that I would have difficulty just setting up permissions for each and every friend who wanted access to the album. So, after some private consideration (sorry, Ærynn, didn't have time nor opportunity to consult you on thisImage hosted by Photobucket.com), I decided to make the albums publicly available.

Just click the title to visit the online photo album, or click here.

For those who have been inconvenienced, my deepest apologies. You can now view the albums.

I took a test to test my brain.... hahahahaha....

I was looking through Wulfgar's Blog and looking at his links; one of the Blogs he linked to had this "Brain Gender test" which I thought may prove insightful.

These are the results, and I admit, I don't know what to think (maybe the female side of my brain)...





Your Brain is 73.33% Female, 26.67% Male



Your brain leans female

You think with your heart, not your head

Sweet and considerate, you are a giver

But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!


Christianity Today Article on the Shroud of Turin

My wife, Ærynn, sent me a link to a Christianity today article on the Turin Shroud, that piece of cloth that allegedly has the image of Jesus (the Veronica, or "True Image") imprinted on it.

I have always believed that the Turin Shroud is not the shroud that was used to wrap Jesus up in for his burial. The Gospels are clear, the cloths that wrapped Jesus in was in more than two pieces: one for the head and one for the body (John 20:6-7)

6Then Simon Peter, who was behind him, arrived and went into the tomb. He saw the strips of linen lying there, 7as well as the burial cloth that had been around Jesus' head. The cloth was folded up by itself, separate from the linen.
The Turin Shroud, on the other hand, is all in one piece. For that reason alone, I know that it is not the shroud that wrapped Jesus up in the tomb. But, as N.D. Wilson said in that article (click this post's title to get to it, or click here), too many people make it the basis of their faith, risking their lives for what they believe is the genuine article. It is sad and discouraging, when faith is based on such flimsy foundation.

Yet it is sadder and more discouraging when atheists and skeptics say that the shroud is fake and then conclude that, just because the shroud is fake, so is all Christianity, including miracles, the Virgin Birth, and the resurrection of the dead at the end of time. I disbelieve the shroud's authenticity, but not in the authenticity of miracles, the Virgin Birth and the resurrection of the dead.

I have, however, engaged in debates with atheists online. No matter how much evidence I give them, nothing satisfies them. It seems fair, since no amount of evidence they can bring up will convince me that there is no God. Apparently, both of us are ruled by our faith—my faith that God is real, their faith that God just isn' there. It seems fair... or is it? For I have yet to meet an atheist who makes sense (I can, of course, be blamed for being biased here); for, if all their rules are to be followed, then the atom (which no one has seen but whose effects can be demonstrated mathematically and, within the realm of Quantum Physics, physically) will also not exist. Neither would tigers, elephants and glowing fish, all of which were held as mythical by skeptics in centuries past just because they hadn't seen it with their own eyes. Their most persistent demand is this: "You say there is a god, show him/her/it to me! You can't? Therefore, god does not exist." They might as well have demanded that I show them a hydrogen atom. I have no power to show them a hydrogen atom even if zillions of them are probably swarming around us at the moment; neither would I have the power, or the bloody authority, to just present the Creator of the Universe and the King of Kings to someone just to win an argument.

Or, speaking of persons, I cannot just mosey over to Malacañang, take GMA's brain out, and show it to my atheist acquaintance just to prove that she has a brain.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

At last, a Blogger Template that is Standards Compliant!

Again, for my personal use, a link:

http://glish.com/css/blogger/

The thing about this is that now it comes to me after I have already done a lot of work! Sheesh!

Friday, April 08, 2005

True Arrogance

Last night and early this morning, Dad had been trying to convince people not to opt for Affiliated Autonomy. He may have made a lot of mistakes in his impassioned speech (I wouldn't know, I wasn't there). He may have tried to appeal through nostalgia again (you know, his "I became a Christian in the UMC and so I am remaining in the UMC, and therefore so should all of you"—very weak argument; just imagine the other side making that ploy—"I am losing my Christianity in the UMC and so I am leaving, and therefore so should you"—to see how weak it was), or he tried arguing from a political perspective. Well, the Autonomists certainly turned it into a discussion in the political arena, so I guess I can hold blameless Dad here for thinking that, if he had turned it into a discussion on polity, he may convince them of the folly of it. My Dad is an imperfect man, but he does not merit being thought of as arrogant.

The reason my Dad can't discuss the true nature of the move for autonomy is because the leaders of the movement for autonomy have carefully disguised their true intentions from their minions. Dad cannot, of course, suddenly accuse them of wanting homosexuals to be ordained, or accuse them of promoting liberal theologies (like liberation theology and feminist theology, amongst others). No, he can't, without seeming to be a raving madman; he had to seem like he still had some sense. But they (these Palpatines who seem to be instituting reforms but are in reality lobbying for power) know that Dad knows, or at least suspects their true intentions.

But Dad was called "arrogant"— arrogant because he dares question their motives, arrogant for causing "division" because he abstained from voting for the ratification of the move for autonomy (who knows what threats were levelled at those who abstained, that the only thing they can do is abstain and not vote nay). He was told that his arrogance was clouding his judgement. He was told to shut up and sit down, and just let the destruction of the Jedi happen.

True arrogance, unfortunately, is when they who claim to make the Philippine Methodist Church more "Christian" would call into question the veracity of the Holy Scriptures themselves, vaunting their own philosophies, theologies (if it can still be called such) and doctrines as higher and much more relevant than those words God himself inspired.

It is true arrogance when these who claim to hold the interests of the Filipino Methodist at heart would knowingly and deliberately sabotage the structure to which they were elected as leaders, just so that they can point to it and say "See, not working. When Autonomy comes, just see the money flow!"

It is real arrogance when they who claim to speak for God denigrate and call into question the Apostles Paul, Peter, James, and all the Gospel writers, claiming that whatever writings are left to us are mere patchwork copies of what was originally written, and therefore cannot be trusted, yet in the same breath claim that they are the holders of God's revelation to the Philippines, and that they can be trusted.

It is genuine arrogance when they who claim to respect our God in all His three persons go on to say that God is both masculine and feminine (therefore, the revisionist phrase "Our Father/Mother God"), that Jesus was either a woman or was homosexual (they don't seem to have to agree on this, as long as they agree to be as unorthodox as possible), and that the Scriptures as inspired and preserved by the Holy Spirit is not inspired or preserved and can, as their whims dictate, be modified to suit their tastes and beliefs.

But, it is simply arrogance when they, who know so well the sort of liberties they taken and the arrogance they truly have, would deliberately mask all of this, and say that the movement for Autonomy is really about "Filipinizing" the church and freedom from colonialism; they have yet to show how the UMC is not a Filipino church or that the UMC in the Philippines has no freedom. How could they? The only "freedom" denied us by the Global UMC is that our statement of faith, precisely what the Palpatines want to change but cannot tell the rest of their minions the true nature of it. They just keep on shouting "Our Doctrine, not Theirs!" as if it meant anything. "Our Church, not Theirs!" yet they would invite Swedes over from their empty churches in Europe to tell us how we must conduct our worship.

It is arrogance when they accuse the "child" of arrogance because he would dare point out that the Emperor actually has no clothes.

Yet people, some of them our friends, want so much to be counted as heroes and revolutionaries, as fighters of colonialism and promoters of freedom that they would rather look the other way and opt for Autonomy. They have just sold themselves to dominineering force more insidious than they imagine, for the only reason people like our current Bishops and the faculty of UTS are allowed in the UMC is because Wesley once said "Think and let think". Yet, just last night, they were already verbally abusing those who would dare defy and disagree with them. Who can go against them now?

When I watch the Revenge of the Sith in the following month(s), I can now fully appreciate the tragedy and the believability of someone as evil as Emperor Palpatine somehow being able to grab power and wipe the Jedi out. When people are encouraged to look the other way, even the Sith can win. Even when the Shroud of the Dark Side can now be lowered without resistance, while those who see and those who fight for the Light are labelled, merely, as Rebel Scum.


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This are my eyes. This is another experiment at making long posts on this Blog. Sendng MMS msgs is supposedly 1k characters. I dnt thnk I can fill that out, so at least I am filling out the screen. Just an experiment.

It is a sad day. The UMC is no more.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Myst Creators ARE Christians

I just found out that Rand and Robyn Miller, the creators of Myst, one of my favorite games of all time (and, incidentally, one of the first of many computer games I played with Ærynn before she became my girlfriend), are Christians.

Not just Christians, but PKs. Wow, how can you beat that? In this interview with WIRED Magazine, one of the reasons they say they created a "non-violent" but challenging game was because they "wanted to do something that didn't depend on violence. We have children. We have things that are important to us." Which was, as implied by the interviewer, the fact that they were Christians: "These are preacher's sons who still go to church every Sunday; they don't smoke or drink or cuss. They don't preach either. They didn't want to come on too strong with the values stuff, particularly to the guy from Wired who probably had somewhat complicated ideas about the sovereignty of Jesus Christ."

Probably the best quote in the article was when they were asked: "How has designing a whole world changed your idea of God?"

To which Rand replied: "Well, we could talk about that for hours. We thought about it a lot. I guess the simple way is to say that we know how much work it took to create Myst, and how puny and unreal it is compared to the real world, and therefore how miraculous all of creation is. Matching our experience ... it just makes us realize how great God is."

It's similar to when C.S. Lewis found that his favorite authors were Christians, back when he was still an atheist.

The full article can be reached here.

Thursday, March 31, 2005

Girl Name

If my firstborn happens to be a girl, Ærynn and I have already agreed on Sabrynna Joy (well, we haven't agreed on the spelling yet; I want it to be extraordinary while she doesn't want it to be attention-calling).

Anyway, just in case I get more daughters than sons here are some possibilities (in no specific order):
  • Glynnis Claire
  • Rhiannon Jo
  • Phoebe Cynthia
  • Eowyn Claire
  • Amalthea Claire

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

My Passport has finally arrived!

On the off-chance that the people at the DFA would not need my marriage license and consequently I would not have to tell them that I am married to somebody who is a permanent resident in Oz,Image hosted by Photobucket.com which would therefore mean that I wouldn't have to go to the Commission of Filipinos Overseas (CFO)... whew! I went and applied last Tuesday, just before Silent Wednesday. Everything went well (all they asked of me was my Birth Certificate, my NBI Clearance and photocopies of my SSS Card); so that I wouldn't have to go back, I paid extra so that it can be delivered to me at home.

And, finally, it has been delivered to me, exactly one week later! Now Ærynn (my wife, whom I previously referred to as V-) suggests that I try getting the Statutory Declarations and photocopies of our letters, photographs, etc., if I am not yet calling the Oz embassy. Anyway, I am sifting through the documents Ærynn sent me so that I would know the next steps I would take.

It is exciting, yes, but also scary. I will be leaving the country of my birth; but as long as I can be with my wife again, I know I will be okay.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Monday, March 14, 2005

Sadness and Nostalgia

Ever since Dad was told that he was going to undergo "mandatory retirement", he had been very sentimental and nostalgic. Actually, all of us are upset by this. Mom had finally felt that she has settled down here, Dad is beginning to enjoy the intellectual challenge of teaching students (even if he feels overworked and underpaid for his job as registrar also). E- is finally graduating, and we had been hoping he could apply for a teaching position in the Philippine Christian University (PCU) after he does; he can live with Dad here and both will be members of the faculty.

Dad and Mom, of course, had known that this would be a good place to live and work until Dad retires, but they didn't think that retirement was literally just around the corner. Dad just seems so "not old"; people who retire are those who's hair is gray or white, who walks with a cane and had some disease in their internal organs. Not Dad. Mom doesn't understand why there is such a thing as "mandatory retirement"—if one can still work, if one still desires to work, why shouldn't that one be allowed to work as long as that one can? Dad, on the other hand, had always been a defender of policy, so he will follow the ruling; but he still feels upset, since he still feels strong enough to work. In fact, ever since the birth of D.C., he has never felt younger or more energized. Sometimes, I think that one of the reasons that Dad likes going to work is so that he can show others the baby pictures of his granddaughter.

E- and F- are, as usual, much more vocal in their being upset, and much more prone to the "conspiracy" angle of it all; and I must admit, I am one with them on this. For instance, Dad has been denied a teaching post for a long time, so that his claim to being a member of the faculty would be shaky (even though the reason why he was here was because he was offered a teaching position; I saw the letter). When he finally got those teaching units, he wasn't paid according to his real worth because of the misconception that, just because he was a registrar, he was therefore "staff" and, since he had extra honorarium for that, he didn't need a raise. )Dad writes about his feelings concerning that here.) Then, all of a sudden, he is faculty again, because "staff" can stay as long as they want, but faculty would have to be retired at age 65.

I feel bad for Dad. He has been enjoying his classes. Thanks to his Blogs and to the high-speed internet provided for by the seminary, he has been writing more and his intellect is no longer stagnant. I also feel bad for Mom. She has become very sweet and nice, and both have become healthier and happier. To thrust Dad back into the loop of ecclesiastical politics, where his writing would consist of dumbing down his sermons just so that his members wouldn't think he's elitist of boring, where Mom would, once again, feel the everday stress of living in a fishbowl—this is just too cruel. At their age, too!

We can't change things. It is unfortunate, but we can't change things. And I feel bad that I can't be there for them while they are going through all of this, since I am leaving the country. E-, in fact, has told me that I shouldn't bother about it anymore, since I will be away. But one cannot stop caring for one's family, if one truly loves them, just because one is a continent and an ocean away.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

UPDATE: Passport Application

I will have to definitely put my foot down concerning my application for next week. I was going to go yesterday, but that got derailed. I was preparing last night to go this morning but that, also, was derailed. My twin brother E- had been struggling to finish all his requirements in school so that he could graduate this March, but because he has been sick I went and helped him. I haven't had that much sleep for the past two nights just helping him, but finally (unless he has some hidden requirements I don't know about and which I have to help him with) all is done. And I can post.


As I was preparing my own requirements for the application of my Passport, I hit upon a snag. Up until now, I had assumed that the next step in getting my passport was to visit the Department of Foreign Affairs in Pasay City and submit my fully accomplished form with three 3.5 cm x 4.5 cm colored photographs of me wearing decent attire, white background, blah-blah... Well, as I was reading the fine print at the back of the form, I found this (I.E.3.) as a requirement before I even step foot inside DFA premises:
For fiancées and spouses of foreign nationals
- Original and photocopy of Commission on Filipinos Overseas (CFO) Guidance and Counseling Certificate of Attendance.
Oh, dear! I overlooked something! It isn't V-'s fault for not having told me (actually, it's nobody's fault but mine) that I needed to go get this before I apply for a passport. Even though V- isn't actually an Australian yet, she is a permanent resident there and, if I don't want to be caught up in a snafu, I would have to at least find out if I need this. And this has more requirements, like photographs, registration fees (arrrgggghh!) and all that again.

Another snag is that the DFA chose this time to change the format of their old application form into this new one. Arrrrrrrrrggggggggghh!!! My photos are pasted into my old one! I would now have to tear it off and accomplish the new one.


So, my schedule then for next week is to go to the CFO to attend the Guidance and Counseling seminar; I just hope that their schedule is still current (only way to find out is go there six hours early, like the way our Marriage counseling was done). Then try to go to the DFA and submit all my requirements. Then wait for V-'s package, then work on my VISA. It is all very stressful, but I would do all this just so I can hold my wife in my arms again. Now, all I have to do now is write down our "love story" (how, oh, how am I supposed to prevent myself from being unbearably and pathetically cheesy?).

Update on Passport Application


Okay, so I could only post just the shortest of posts using the phone. That last post was from my phone. I couldn't eMail anything longer than that. Sheeeesh! The complete post, as it should be had it all been sent, is as follows.


Well, I thot I wld be going 2 d DFA 2day, but I wasnt able 2. Ther r a lot of stuff w/c, if I had servants, I wldnt nid 2 do. Stuff lyk laundry, arranging my own stuff... u knw, that sort of thing. Plus d fact that m livng w/ my folks agen, so m busy again. Now, m also helpng Jrdn meet his last requirmnts. Y? Will discuss that latr. Sigh...

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Update on Passport Application

Well, I thot I wld be going 2 d DFA 2day, but I wasnt able 2. Ther r a lot of st

Straight From Cell

I am tryng 2 post this on Blogspot straight from my cellphone.

Okay, Blogging with the Palm was over-rated

When I first created this Blog, it was because my Palm device had the capability to write posts for publishing later. That is, I write in on the Palm device and then, when I connect it later to the PC, it would upload and publish it.

The disadvantages and the inconveniences came almost immediately. For one thing, I can write one, and absolutely only one post on the Palm before it becomes useless for further "posting". Another thing is that, if I have to connect the Palm to the PC to hotsync and, therefore, upload my post, why shouldn't I just type my post once I am online. Why use the Palm anyway.

That's the real reason why this Blog has been relatively empty. Most of the "keeping up" with the marriage plans were done via eMail.

Still, the lure of true mobile posting was just out of reach, still tantalizing me to find a way. When my wife bought me a new cell phone just before we got married (we got married January, she bought me the new phone December), I found that it could send eMail. I remembered that one can "post" by sending it via eMail to this Blog, and though the idea played with me for this past two months, I have only been able to really work it out now. Finally, I can just SMS eMail my post to this Blog.

The prime disadvantage of this is that I cannot make really long posts. But that's all right, as long as I can make posts. If, for instance, I can SMS just the idea I may want to further develop later, then I would be happy.

That explains all the "test" posts all over the place.

A Test Post for the Yahoo! Group

Just checking to see if my Blog posts automatically get sent to those on my mailing list.

Fwd: Blog: A Test

This is from Google Mail.

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: gryphon_hall@my.smart.com.ph
Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2005 01:52:17 +0800
Subject: Blog: A Test
To: Gryphon.Hall@gmail.com

From SMART?

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Blog: A Test Post

I am tryng 2 post this on Blogspot using my cellphone.

Just A Test

Publishing to Blog via eMail.

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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Wedding Photos

I have unsuccessfully tried to find a free digital photo host that offers a lot of space, would allow me to upload my high resolution (high fidelity to all the old-timers out there) digital pictures of our wedding and allow me (or anyone else who wants to) to download the same hi-res (short for high resolution) pictures to have them printed at home or at the digital services section of Kodak, Kameraworld, etc.

Anyway, I have been unsuccessful; so I settled for the next best thing: Yahoo! Photos. It allows me unlimited storage space for my digital pictures, allows me to upload my hi-res photos and store it as hi-res digital photos (very important), but will not allow anyone to download the pictures as hi-res, instead as medium resolution. That is, unless I pay them monthly for that special service.

The good news is that if you use their tool to print it out to your inkjet printer, you can print it out in it's high-resolution glory. So, really, it isn't such a bad deal.

I currently have fourteen (14) albums available
  1. Special Coffee Table Book Album (created by our official photographer)
  2. Wedding Preparations
  3. Pre-ceremony Gathering
  4. The Bride Cometh
  5. Wedding Ceremony 1 (Greeting, Proclamation of the Banns, Declaration of Intention)
  6. Wedding Ceremony 2 (Unity Candle Ceremony)
  7. Wedding Ceremony 3 (Presentation of the Bible and Scripture Reading, Responses of the Family and the Congregation)
  8. Wedding Ceremony 4 (Homily, Exchange of Vows, Blessing and Exchange of Rings)
  9. Wedding Ceremony 5 (Signing of the Marriage Certificate, The Congregation's response, Prayer of Consecration)
  10. Wedding Ceremony 6 (Presentation of the Bride and Groom, the Holy Kiss, and Pictorials)
  11. Wedding Reception 1
  12. Wedding Reception 2
  13. Flowers
  14. Godparent Commemorative Postcards

Now, if any of you wish to see it, please click the phrase "Post a comment" just below and write your name, eMail address (very important) and the album(s) you wish to view. If you have a Yahoo! ID or a Yahoo! eMail account, then all you have to do is visit this link: http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/gryphon_hall/my_photos. If not, then I would have to invite you manually by email. Please be patient, and I will eMail to you the invitation to view the album(s) that you chose as soon as I can.

Monday, February 21, 2005

A Rant on Love

"Why are there so many forbidden relationships?" When a friend of mine asked this over dinner recently, I must confess that I had misunderstood her. I thought she was questioning why so many relationships are forbidden or why so many were forbidden at all. What she was actually questioning was why so many were entering in relationships that were clearly forbidden. Ah...

She had been discussing how her best friend had recently and unfortunately fallen in-love with a "non-Christian", a fact which has upset her and prompted her to ask why such forbidden relationships exist.

This was, for me, quite ironic since my wife had been in a similar situation with her, our friend, some years before, when she took up with somebody who, though not exactly a "non-Christian" but was definitely a bad one.

Here, I feel I must digress a little bit and qualify my terms. Most of my friends refer to people like Roman Catholics, Christian Cultists, and the rather bad sort of persons who happen to go to Protestant demonination churches as "Non-Christian", when actually that term should be applied to people who are merely not Christian: Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, etc., regardless of whether they are nice or not. C.S. Lewis, I think, once stated the same thing about how people make the word "Christian" merely an adjective to describe how nice or good a person is, so a person who is not nice or who is bad is therefore not a Christian or is non-Christian.

So that bad boyfriend M- had for years was therefore not a Christian to most of my friends. It is this misconception (though understandable but still an unfortunate misconception) that has given rise to other misconceptions. But I think I have digressed enough.

Anyway, here I was, immersed in all the irony. I would have thought that, after such a messy breakup (relatively speaking, of course, knowing her), she would have some better insights as to why Christian females make the wrong choices in love. I was disappointed, however, that although she is more forgiving and more open to females doing "stupid" things, she herself still had the mindset that brought even she to the sort of impasse that she now deplores her best friend as being in.

For one thing, and this is a direct consequence of the misunderstanding with the term "Christian", I have the impression that she thinks that if only her friend would spend more time in church, she would not have chosen wrongly. She told me months before all this that she had been unhappy with her bestfriend not being as "active" in church as she previously had, and although she did not directly tell me that her bf being "less Christian" is the reason why her bf is currently in-love with the wrong man, she had the same look and tone as when she said so before. Okay, so it may be speculation, but I am quite sure that this part of the speculation is close to the truth.

What is not speculation, however, is that she, like a lot of her "kind" from SVCF, just have the wrong idea about love. I am not claiming to be an expert in love, but sometimes a rank amateur, for instance a child, can point out that even the emperor has no clothes on. For instance, immediately after her breakup last year, I told her (in what I thought was a good-natured way) that I hoped that she would still find true love. I was surprised when she said that she already has. What the-? She has just broken up and now there's someone else? But even as she said those words, I already had a sinking suspicion, and so I was not surprised this time when she said that the true love she was talking about was God's love.

I cannot tell you how much I despise those who, with faux wisdom and a misplaced faith, would disseminate that notion which has become the source of so much unacknowledged happiness amongst the females I knew. And for a while I did despise M- for thinking this way, but more so that small clique of women who more ardently promote it; I had thought that M- had somehow changed her view on this, since she thought it was okay to get a boyfriend and all. But this!

On the surface, it seems very good theology: the love of God should satisfy all desires. Right? And on the basis of that premise... assumption... presumption females (and not a few males) are told that to romantically want them of the opposite sex is somehow less glorified and less blessed. This is, of course, the Roman Catholic view which, though it professes that marriage is one of the sacraments still considers that sacrament to cause their priests to sin. So, my "batch" was told that wanting a girlfriend or a boyfriend was not only not important but also not urgent. "Delight yourselves in the Lord, and He will grant you the desires of your heart," they preach, misquoting and misrepresenting scripture.

As a result, plenty of "my batch" pursued other endeavors, completely circumventing those unimportant "matters of the heart" then, years later, finding themselves alone and that part of them empty, a part God never intended would be empty, and then finding that most of those who would have been good mates either taken or irretrievably lost, they do that which another part of false theology (that whatever happens, good or bad, God actively wills to happen) justifies them to do: go after the wrong person.


Is it really unbiblical to suggest that God's love just isn't sufficient? Yes, and here's the proof: long before the fall when creation was rejoicing in its perfection and man was made in God's image, the only thing that was not good was that man did not have his own kind to be company. Oh, there were friends surrounding man, all the prelapsarian beasts and, of course, God in all his splendour and glory. But, for some reason, man needed a mate. If God's love had been sufficient then for this particular need for companionship, then there wouldn't be any females. There wouldn't have been any need God, of course, knew better. "And so a man leaves his father and mother and cleaves with his wife," right? This need and desire became even more acute after the fall, as a result of the fall.

But these "remnant" (as we have come to call them) have so controverted it that they would lay hold of unsuspecting youngsters and tell them otherwise, calling celibacy a "gift", just like prophecy or glossolalia (though, by and large, they have cheerfully ignore their own little advice and gotten boyfriends of their own). M- for a while, preached a tamer version of this, but changed when she got paired with P-. And even now, though she pays lip service to the notion that celibacy may not be a "gift" but rather a "choice", she still feels confused as to why females, i.e. her best friend, would say that they can "live without any man" and then go out and pick precisely the wrong sort of man. I, on the other hand, find it presumptious for females, including her (dear though she is to me), to go about saying that they can remain single their entire lives without needing any man. I will get back to this shortly.

H-, her best friend, I have been, unfortunately, expecting that she would fall for just the wrong sort of man; though when I talk about "wrong" I am talking about someone who is either a non-Christian or a nominal one—if the guy hadn't been "nice" in some way, I really doubt if H- would have fallen for him. Just because H- is a non-Christian doesn't mean that he isn't a great guy. It's just that, especially for a Christian, there are more things that make up a relationship than just being cool with a guy. In fact, we SV Guys have been calling this particular phenomena the "Curse of the SV Females", that they would fall for an obviously nice guy, sometimes a good father and husband (not always) and love them with all their hearts, but after the wedding would rarely go to church or, if they do, would be nominal (at best) or hypocritical (at worst); and their children suffer. I should know, since I know some teenagers now who are children of an SV Female gone, well, I don't know how to describe it, and they are going about doubting not only our denomination but the entire Christian religion as well. So, the SV female "happy" with her man, but had forgone much better happiness and familial well-being in not only the emotional/psychological sense but also the spritual sense. I am not speculating here. I am talking statistics. Most of the SV Ates I know who have married non-Christians or nominal Christians or Roman Christians rarely, if ever, come to church or even talk about spiritual matters anymore. I know them. On the other hand, there are those SV Ates who have given SV Guys or other Christian men a chance early in their stay at UP who are beaming mothers (though not trouble free) and active in their church and ministry.


Now, going back to the dangerous presumption, when they convince themselves that their well-being and esteem is not tied to some man (I could just remember the lectures of two particular "elder sisters" who were proponents of this; one was unceremoniously dumped by her long-time boyfriend for "some reason" and the other is now connected with someone younger than she). All in all, this notion, this presumption is delusion and by and large self-defeating. M- herself used to propose that it is φιλια (philia, that love between friends) that is the greatest love, that people can live without, and she used to imply that it is recommended to live without, ερος (eros, that love between man and woman). Anyway, she stopped saying that when she got hooked up with P-, but what I fear is that, now that P- is nothing but a jerk for all intents and purposes, she would go back to that belief. I guess that is why she was so hard hit by the "betrayal" of her best friend, if φιλια was the greatest love. Maybe that is why she is now saying that the one true love is αγαπη (agape, the love of God).

Well, that (in some part) I do not contest. The love of God is the greatest, but to say that it can fulfill a need that God which Himself saw could not is delusional. H- thought that she can handle it, and therefore gave no thought for it, which surprised her as a consequence, and she was unprepared. So was M- before, ερος just wasn't important enough to think through about, and so she once ended up with P-. Part of it, I believe, is the term itself, the root word for the English "erotic". Nowadays, "erotic" is seen by a lot of Christians as unworthy of a Christian's notice, as it is associated with the sordid kind of sex. Originally "eros" only meant "romantic love". Just because writers have hijacked the term "eros" and made it into something else doesn't mean that the love itself, that love between man and woman, is equally dirty and sordid. It isn't "lust". Nowadays, people use the term "making love" to describe sexual congress; it would be a poor world indeed if someday even the term "love" would be seen as dirty and sordid. The real term for lust or desire, by the way, is not ερος but επιθυμια (epithymia, lust/desire).

But, SV females, in the flower of their youth, are made to believe that 1) ερος is not worth thinking about or planning for (as you just let God's will happen), and 2) that the only worthy kinds of love are στοργη (that love between family members), φιλια, and αγαπη. They went through their entire college lives doing the "sensible thing" and repressing their natural God-given desires, then finding themselves later with a dwindling circle of friends that they start seeing rarely (so much for φιλια), and being acquainted with and being influenced more and more by their secular workmates and acquaintances, pulling them away from fellowship with believers and, in some instances, church altogether (so much for αγαπη).


I thought I could be able to finish that yesterday, but I wasn't able to. And so, I continue ...


There is something odd and disturbing about our society's values and priorities in this particular area. There is always taken for granted that nobody is too young to learn about a profession. As young as pre-school, we take them to firehouses, hospitals, office buildings, etc. in an effort to educate our young on the notion of finding and keeping a job. As early as we can, we teach them responsibility and discipline. We explain why Daddy (or Mommy) has to work, we teach them, if we can, the value of money and how to use it. Kids are rewarded if they show that they are enterprising, while we frown on those parents who, for some reason, wish to shield their children as long as possible from the world of economics. All this, in spite of the fact that a growing number of people who graduate from college do not end up with the profession they actually studied for; which is, of course, all right. I mean, it isn't immoral or anything to find out, eventually, what job one enjoys doing and get paid for at the same time.

But, for some reason, our youth is always informed about the way of love virtually at the last minute possible. I am not talking about sex education; that we get in abundance from both good and bad sources, factual or inaccurate. What I mean is the kind of education that answers the following question: 1) What is "being in-love" and how do I know if I am in-love? 2) What is infatuation and how do I know if I am merely infatuated? 3) What is the difference, if there is any? 4) What do I do, or how do I behave when I find that I am in love? 5) What do I do if I find it is just infatuation? 6) How far do I go, sexually, and not do anything immoral? You know, those questions.

As it is, most of our youth get their education on the way of love from TV and the movies, none of which I can observe say anything useful about the matter. It isn't the writers' or the producers' fault; stories that are interesting to watch must contain some conflict, and every good love story will have a some sort of conflict. So, even if the shows are good (and most of them are bad) our youth get a skewed vision of what the way of love is like: jealousy, love triangles, wrong choices, social blunders and faux pas, etc. It is like watching an adventure movie where your freeway is the scene of exciting car chases and horrific crashes, then going out and expecting real life to be like that. True, there are lots of good movies that show real love, but they are very rare and far between. No, if they are to get their education on love, they must get it elsewhere. The sensible and logical thing to say is, of course, from family and some sort of social organization.

But families rarely talk about these things even when they know what to talk about, and they often don't. Most families I know (thankfully, not mine) discourages such discussions. Bata ka pa! May gatas ka pa sa labi! but in the same breath... Matututo naman kayong sumikap at maghanap-buhay. Is there any wonder why our teenagers reach puberty knowing exactly what to do with their genitalia, but not knowing when it is proper to use them?

The importance of committment, for instance, is almost never discussed. The consensus amongst the youth, even amongst my Christian friends, is that committment is very fluid. Whenever anyone mentions committment in the context of before marriage (and in one memorable instance, committment after marriage), they usually come up with this doomsday scenario: Paano kung loko ang lalake? Paano kung kinakaliwa ka na? Paano kung sinasaktan ka na? Granted, these are instances of times when one stops committing; it's only logical.

But to use the "allowability" of dissolving committment as a reason to actually dissolve it when things become "uncomfortable"?


I kept on being interrupted as I wrote this, so my train of thought was also interrupted, with this lame ending as a consequence. However, I hope to be able to revise this someday into something readable because I think that these issues need to be discussed.

Friday, September 10, 2004

A Rant on Martial Arts Planet

(Actually, more of a wail of complaint)

This was intended to be posted on a the "Coming to god!" forum on the Philosophy section of Martial Arts Planet. After engaging in this kind of debate for some time, I now know why the Bible declares "And the fool said in his heart 'There is no God.'" For some reason, I thought that even Atheists would respect reason and logic, much more than some people with religion. Instead, I find that they can be as dogmatic and as close-minded as the worst of us. If people are to be truly honest, one cannot discount the fact that there is just too much phenomena that points to there being a God. This was my post, but you are welcome to wade through the entire agonizing thread of what is essentially "Christian baiting" (that is, if you can).

Read, especially, the reactions to my post. Mahirap dito is that kung napikon ka naman, talo ka instantly, pero kung napikon sila, panalo sila. So unfair. So biased. Kainis. And some of the Christians on the thread are just plain silly that it makes Christianity look silly. Mas kainis.

Sunday, August 29, 2004

I'm running late!

It is the end of August, and my plans have been delayed for two months. I should be doing the following already:
  • talk to the Godparents (only partly done)
  • design and print the invitations
  • finalize the contract for Photo and Video coverage

Thursday, March 18, 2004

Wow! It actually works!
Ok. I am actually using the Palm Handheld to enter the blog. An experiment, at best. I always maintained a journal before, but I am quite hesitant to post what can possibly be read by a lot of people.



Oh, well! The wonders of technology!
Well, this is a new "blog". I can only envision one use for this thing, that is to keep Christine updated with the stuff I am doing for the wedding. Good thing is, I can enter using our Palm device and merely sync.

Saturday, January 01, 1994

A Sunny Morning (poem)


This poem was written during the latter part of 1994, during one of the peaks of disillusionment and disappointment. The poem implies that around this period, I thought that the answer to my problems was to be loved. Very naive, of course.


Amidst the chirping insects
I walked the sunny path
The wind above me whistled
Dropping leaves across the swath

The branches above waved at me
Happy, on that sunlit morn
Beneath the rustling canopy
A soul walked, sad and torn.

Inspite of the brightness of the sun
And the warmth it gave the earth
Inside my spirit, it was dark and cold.
I cursed the day of my birth.

Amidst the grass that rose from the earth
Amidst the birds that fly
Amidst a world of growing life
I prayed that I would die.

I tried to find some comfort
In the sound of the rustling leaves
I strained to hear the voice of God
Inside the whispering breeze.

Pain had suddenly siezed my heart
And my soliliquy is done
I cried. I died but still lived on
As someone unloved, and alone.

A Friend (poem)


This is just one of my old poems from my old site. If the date says January 1 regardless of the year, it means I don't remember what month or date I wrote it, except that it was made in that year.


A friend,
I am a friend,
I am always a friend,
I am always just a friend,
I am just a friend,
Just a friend,
A friend, . . .

. . . nothing more.