It was rainning yesterday. It was the kind of rain that if it was a woman she would have been someone in deep sorrow, probably someone who lost a loved one, perhaps a woman who lost a lover, or a mother who lost a child. But guessing from the way she cried I bet she was a mother whose child had died and it must have been an abrupt departure for she was weeping so hard and cursing at the heavens.
Anyway, besides being rainy, yesterday was another boring day as well. These past few weeks our team is in idle mode. There was nothing much to do and I was running out of ideas for killing time. So I did what any bored and sleepy employee would do, go to the comfort room. Going to the comfort room hits three birds with one stone: i get to excrete bodily waste both liquid and semi-solid(semi-solid is better because it takes more time and I get to take power naps with my pants down), I get to kill time(at least five minutes to and from the CR), and my sleepiness disappears. Yesterday I 've been to the CR 8 times, and it could have been 9 or even 10 if it wasn't for the incident on the 8th. There were no prior ominous portents that foreshadowed such disaster, hence I went on my business blindly.
There I was standing in front of the urinal doing everything by the book. Everything was going smoothly up until I zipped my pants. I never thought that it could happen to me but then pop goes my zipper. I stood there dumbfounded for about 4.36seconds then I pretended that I was still peeing. When the coast was clear I went inside one of the cubicles. I frantically tried to put the zipper back together, but to no avail. I removed my pants so I can adress the problem better but still it was futile. During this strugle there were moments when I thouht of just laying on the floor curl into fetal position, suck my thumb and let the tears flow. I thought I was ready for anything that life has to offer, but I was humbled by that situation. I was so engrossed in anticipating the "big things" in life that I was not prepared for the "little things".
After about 20 mins of futile attempts I quit. I walked out of the CR coolfully with a broken zipper. I walked slowly, for sudden motion may expose my friend Carter. Then finally I stapled it shut inside my cubicle. I never stood up again until I went home. It was rainning hard and my zipper was broken...life is wonderful.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Room With No Echoes
It's been 77 days since I first set foot in Japan, until now I am still stepping on it's soil. Leaving my motherland, the pearl of the orient seas, to come and suckle at the supple bosom of the land of the rising sun for financial supplement was bittersweet. It was a trade off, as life always is. Coming to Japan, on one hand, meant: fortune, expansion of horizon, money, evolution of nihongo and technical skills, thousands of yen, meeting new people and hopefully making new acquaintances which may become friends, earning more, chance to eat sushi from seven eleven Japan branch, to become an ambassador of good manners and right conduct for the Filifins, becoming a "bagong bayani" and help the economy of the Motherland grow and someday become a super power among third world countries, and other ek-ek chuvaruuus... On the other hand it meant: leaving my beloved Motherland, being farther from my family, and the most difficult choice of all, leaving (temporarily) the warmth of the woman I love. Char!
It was my first time to travel beyond the borders of "Inang Pilipinas". I was teary-eyed as I gazed from the aircraft window to the deep blue sea below. Memories were flashed in my mind projected by my heart, kinda like a slideshow in multiply.com with tags and album titles, vivid images fading in transition. It's not that I'm leaving this world or somethin', but something inside of me started to grow and it's not because of the sexy lady walking along the cabin aisle... of course not! It was a feeling. I felt like I was leaving a big part of me behind, as if there was something missing -- I was not complete. My mind looked forward for the imminent adventures waiting for me in the land of the rising sun, yet my heart was desperately holding on to the vivid memories of a loving face.
Now, it is 11:50pm. I am alone in the room with no echoes. Desperately searching for solutions for the noise frequencies of a machine that can never give me love. It's so quiet in here I can here the ticking of the clock mocking me. I am alone and lonely. The milk from the bossom is getting sour. I am alone and lonely, but at least I can pick my nose without reservation and fart at will. Gotta go, or I'll miss the train. Miss you Haze.
It was my first time to travel beyond the borders of "Inang Pilipinas". I was teary-eyed as I gazed from the aircraft window to the deep blue sea below. Memories were flashed in my mind projected by my heart, kinda like a slideshow in multiply.com with tags and album titles, vivid images fading in transition. It's not that I'm leaving this world or somethin', but something inside of me started to grow and it's not because of the sexy lady walking along the cabin aisle... of course not! It was a feeling. I felt like I was leaving a big part of me behind, as if there was something missing -- I was not complete. My mind looked forward for the imminent adventures waiting for me in the land of the rising sun, yet my heart was desperately holding on to the vivid memories of a loving face.
Now, it is 11:50pm. I am alone in the room with no echoes. Desperately searching for solutions for the noise frequencies of a machine that can never give me love. It's so quiet in here I can here the ticking of the clock mocking me. I am alone and lonely. The milk from the bossom is getting sour. I am alone and lonely, but at least I can pick my nose without reservation and fart at will. Gotta go, or I'll miss the train. Miss you Haze.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Insensitive Katipunero
Apat na araw na lang at makakauwi na akong Davao. Ako'y nagagalak at makikita kong muli ang aking pamilya. Umaapaw ang aking pananabik upang mahaplos ang aking mga mahal na kapamilya, sapagkat tiyak kong hahaplusin din nila ako. Halos isang taon din akong di nakauwi sa amin, ito na yata ang pinakamatagal na panahong nalayo ako sa mahal kong pamilya, super duper miss na miss ko na to the max ang lutong bahay ni inay, ang sarap niyang magluto ng bahay. Kapag naaalalalala ko ang mga bagay na 'to ako'y napapangiti nang di ko namamalayan, yung parang sa movies.
Mahirap talagang malayo sa pamilya lalu na kapag nagtatrabaho ka. Sa pag uwi mo walang asong sasalubong sayo't maglalambing, walang mga ngiting nakakapawi ng pagud at pag-aalapaap, at higit sa lahat walang lutong bahay ni Inay. Ang tanging kagaanan ko lang ng loob sa lugar na to ay ang paborito kong kape -- ang STARVUXZ, at higit sa lahat ang pagmamahal ng pinakamamahal kong syotang balbon. Sa Cebu kasi nakabase ang Job ko, dito ako nagjojob. Sa isang IT company ako nagtratrabaho, di gaanong kilala ang company namin nang mga taong walang alam, ngunit lingid sa kanilang kaalaman ito ay pinagpipitagan sa industriya ng IT(Informacion Teqnolohija). Ok naman ang job ko kahit na mahirap masaya naman kasi maraming taong masayahin (gay).
hahaha... isang taon na pala akong nalayo sa mahal kong pamilya. Marami nang nagbago sa akin. Sa mga napagdaanan ko ay masasabi kong mas nagmature ako bilang isang Filipino at isang mangingibig. Naiintindihan ko na ngayon kung ano ang pakay ng Diyos sa akin, vocation kung baga, at yun ay ang maging isang Future Father. Noong nasa kolehiyo palang ako laging bumabagabag sa aking puso't isipan ang english na tanong na: "What is my purpose in life?" Sinubukan kong magbasa ng "A Purpose Driven Life", subalit tinamad ako ayaw kung magbasa tungkol sa mga tagumpay ng ibang tao; gusto kong iguhit ang sarili kung kapalaran gamit ang espada ng pag-ibig at kalasag ng pananampalataya, at magtagumpay sa sarili kong lakas at kapangyarihan. Ngayon ay alam ko na, nais ng Diyos na ako'y magpasabog ng pag-ibig sa buong mundo.
Magveviente quatro na ako sa susunod na taon at nararamdaman kong nagsisimula na akong mag quarter-life crisis, napapansin ko ring iba na ang fashion sense ko kung ikukumpara sa mga teen eidyer ngayon na nagchichill out sa Ayala Center. Naaalalalala ko tuloy nong akoy teen eidyer pa madalas akong pag sabihan na insensetive kahit wala akong ginagawang masama. Huli na nang malaman ko nong college na ang ibig sabihin pala noon ay torpe ako. Pero hindi ako torpe, sa mga panahon na iyon masyado lang akong immature, hindi pa ako handa sa commitment -- may gatas pa ako sa labi. Char!
Mahirap talagang malayo sa pamilya lalu na kapag nagtatrabaho ka. Sa pag uwi mo walang asong sasalubong sayo't maglalambing, walang mga ngiting nakakapawi ng pagud at pag-aalapaap, at higit sa lahat walang lutong bahay ni Inay. Ang tanging kagaanan ko lang ng loob sa lugar na to ay ang paborito kong kape -- ang STARVUXZ, at higit sa lahat ang pagmamahal ng pinakamamahal kong syotang balbon. Sa Cebu kasi nakabase ang Job ko, dito ako nagjojob. Sa isang IT company ako nagtratrabaho, di gaanong kilala ang company namin nang mga taong walang alam, ngunit lingid sa kanilang kaalaman ito ay pinagpipitagan sa industriya ng IT(Informacion Teqnolohija). Ok naman ang job ko kahit na mahirap masaya naman kasi maraming taong masayahin (gay).
hahaha... isang taon na pala akong nalayo sa mahal kong pamilya. Marami nang nagbago sa akin. Sa mga napagdaanan ko ay masasabi kong mas nagmature ako bilang isang Filipino at isang mangingibig. Naiintindihan ko na ngayon kung ano ang pakay ng Diyos sa akin, vocation kung baga, at yun ay ang maging isang Future Father. Noong nasa kolehiyo palang ako laging bumabagabag sa aking puso't isipan ang english na tanong na: "What is my purpose in life?" Sinubukan kong magbasa ng "A Purpose Driven Life", subalit tinamad ako ayaw kung magbasa tungkol sa mga tagumpay ng ibang tao; gusto kong iguhit ang sarili kung kapalaran gamit ang espada ng pag-ibig at kalasag ng pananampalataya, at magtagumpay sa sarili kong lakas at kapangyarihan. Ngayon ay alam ko na, nais ng Diyos na ako'y magpasabog ng pag-ibig sa buong mundo.
Magveviente quatro na ako sa susunod na taon at nararamdaman kong nagsisimula na akong mag quarter-life crisis, napapansin ko ring iba na ang fashion sense ko kung ikukumpara sa mga teen eidyer ngayon na nagchichill out sa Ayala Center. Naaalalalala ko tuloy nong akoy teen eidyer pa madalas akong pag sabihan na insensetive kahit wala akong ginagawang masama. Huli na nang malaman ko nong college na ang ibig sabihin pala noon ay torpe ako. Pero hindi ako torpe, sa mga panahon na iyon masyado lang akong immature, hindi pa ako handa sa commitment -- may gatas pa ako sa labi. Char!
Talagang nagbabago ang ikot ng mundo kapag ikaw ay nalulon sa pag-ibig, may mga panahon na bigla ka na lang mapapangiti, magtataka ka tapos ay mafefeel mo na lang na para kang isang canned beer na shinake muna bago binuksan at sa pagbukas nito ay sisquirt ang foam with tremendous pressure, yan ang pakiramdam ng taong in love, umaapaw sa kaligayahan. Pakiramdam mo ay ikaw ang center of all happiness. Araw2x ay may epiphany.
Sa buhay walang atrasan, walang replay o pause, subalit may stop (you're dead) . Ang kinabukasan ay darating kahit matulog ka lang, kagaya ni Rip Van Winkle. Ang ating mga desisyon sa araw2x ang siyang magsheshape ng ating kinabukasan. Walang perfectong buhay, ang kasiyahan ay laging may kaakibat na kalungkutan at ito ang nagpapasaya nang ating pagkatao, sapagkat mas na aappreciate mo ang sarap kapag nakaranas ka nang pait. Gusto kong mabuhay ng masaya at matagal. Gusto kung maging isang groovy Lolo. Gusto kong mag iwan ng pamanang maipagmamalaki ng aking mga descendants, kaya sasalubungin ko ang mga pagsubok at hamon ng kinabukasan na dilat ang mata, hawak ang espada ng pag-ibig sa kanang kamay at ang kalasag ng pananampalataya sa kabila, sapagkat ayaw kong matulad kay Rip Van Winkle. Punitin ang mga cedula!!! Mabuhay ang Katipunan!!!
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Grand Lolo
The sun shined at an angle soaking everything up in golden sunshine. It embraced me with a distinctive warmth, one that doesn't sting just like a mother's love. Mornings like this invoke nostalgia, it reminds me of those sepia toned photos my grandpa used to show me; pictures of his youth, pictures when he and grandma were still "in a relationship" and not yet "married". I could still remember how they looked like in one photo; they were standing side by side, they were not holding hands nor were they smiling, it was as if they were about to be shot by a firing squad. It was funny.
My grandpa died of angina when I was 12. He is in a happy place now where all the other grandpas are playing DotA and updating their friendster accounts, and disco dancing... Heaven keeps up with the times. When I grow old I would like to become a groovy lolo. I would leave a legacy that would make my descendants proud. They would tell my story long after I'm dead. They would proudly tell the world that their Lolo is a super groovy guy. I am excited to become a lolo but I am taking my time to savor my youth so when the time comes for me to deliver my speech at our Diamond anniversary, in front of my family, I could tell it vividly from a memory undoped by time. "I have been to neverland... I cried... I laughed... I lived... I loved... I felt... I did it myyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy!"
My grandpa died of angina when I was 12. He is in a happy place now where all the other grandpas are playing DotA and updating their friendster accounts, and disco dancing... Heaven keeps up with the times. When I grow old I would like to become a groovy lolo. I would leave a legacy that would make my descendants proud. They would tell my story long after I'm dead. They would proudly tell the world that their Lolo is a super groovy guy. I am excited to become a lolo but I am taking my time to savor my youth so when the time comes for me to deliver my speech at our Diamond anniversary, in front of my family, I could tell it vividly from a memory undoped by time. "I have been to neverland... I cried... I laughed... I lived... I loved... I felt... I did it myyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy!"
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
9 Things I Hate About Everyone
9 Things I Hate About Everyone
1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I knowwhere my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch whenI ask where the toilet is?
2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room forthe T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change thechannel manually.
3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damnright! What good is cake if you can't eat it?
4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is.Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people dothis? Who and where are they? Gonna kick their asses!
5. When people say, while watching a film, "Did you see that?". No, Loser, Ipaid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.
6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me achoice there, did ya, Sunshine?
7. When something is "new and improved!"...Which is it? If it's new, thenthere has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then theremust have been something before it, so it couldn't be new.
8. When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest damnthing anyone ever experiences!! What can you do that's longer?
9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus comeyet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, Dumb-ass?
1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I knowwhere my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch whenI ask where the toilet is?
2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room forthe T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change thechannel manually.
3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damnright! What good is cake if you can't eat it?
4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is.Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people dothis? Who and where are they? Gonna kick their asses!
5. When people say, while watching a film, "Did you see that?". No, Loser, Ipaid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.
6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me achoice there, did ya, Sunshine?
7. When something is "new and improved!"...Which is it? If it's new, thenthere has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then theremust have been something before it, so it couldn't be new.
8. When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest damnthing anyone ever experiences!! What can you do that's longer?
9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus comeyet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, Dumb-ass?
Monday, November 13, 2006
Christmas Lights go Bling Bling
"The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it." -Fitzgerald, F. Scott
Wow that line was so moving, it moved me like a man moves a woman. I almost shed a tear, fortunately I was able to muster the essence of machismo in my body down to the last drop or else I would've wept like a sissy girl. I am not a sissy girl, I'm a man -- a macho man!
Weekends are my consolation. It's a transient sanctuary from my sordid existence as a consequence of work. I dont hate my work, it's my source of doe. With it, I am able to maintain my baller lifestyle, I get to pimp my ride bit by bit, I am able to buy bling-bling stuff and cool rags, and I get to wax some hoes. Hahaaaay(Sigh in bisaya)! Its the perfunctory mundaneness of it that kicks me in the generative glands area(nuts), hence I turn red and can't breathe. SO I eat... and weep. But I'm not a sissy girl! Anyway, weekend is my time to breathe. I'm kinda like a diver-like person, who's been diving underwater for like 5 days straight without any SCUBA (self-contained underwater breathing apparatus) and weekend is my chance to surface for air and see the beauty of the world: sky, clouds, cute little birds, STARVUXZ, trees, flowers, warm air entering my nostrils, bikini babes, Havaianas, and the likes... And feel. Then I dive back into the murky water for 5 days, again.
I had such a wonderful surfacing last weekend. Last saturday I was able to work out during our pre-sportsfest badminton practice. It was a great feeling to be able to sweat and move a lot. Although it was very evident that my athletic prowess was not the same as before, I still had fun. We played from 8 to 11 it was a badminton buffet, play all you can. Then on sunday a knock on the door woke me up. I wonder what it was gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more. But the knocking didn't cease, "who could this be at this time of day?", I said to myself.
"I don't know. Let's go check it out," my self replied.
"Ok let's check it out, my precious," I answered back with a grin.
I opened the door, it was Hazel. She was a bit early today(9:30AM), usually she arrives at 11:00AM when she visits me on a sunday. I asked her why, she said she just missed me -- her eyes said the same. She grows ever so beautiful everytime I see her. We hugged for about a couple minutes.
As usual we went on an unplanned date. In the jeepney we decided to go to Sto. Nino to attend mass. After the mass we went to our favorite department store near Sto. Nino, I dont know its name but it's kinda like a surplus store where everything is cheap. They sell pirated i pods for only Php500. The resemblance was uncanny. You could fool someone into thinking it was a real i pod if you were jogging or something like that. I did not buy one coz I'm cool, I am not into jologs stuff. They even sell pirated Havaianas. I was so insulted, how dare they mock our beloved tsinelas. I could not make myself look at it long enough, hence I did not catch the name. Maybe it was one of those homonymns to fool uninitiated consumers, like: Javaianas, J instead of H, or maybe Havayanas, Y instead of I. It made me so sick to the bone marrow. It was blasphemy. I was really blogging mad. If I find those responsible for this atrocious act I'll say to there faces, " Blog you! You mother-bloggers! " Bang! Bang! Bang! Bullet to the head.
After battling our way through the crowd we finally got out. I bought a study lamp, and christmas lights all for Php75. Hazel bought a ceiling fan for only Php54 . What an Offa! Then we decided to head back home. On the way home Hazel smiled at me playfully, she wanted to go videoke so we went to the Country Mall, the store where everything is. Hazel loved it when I was singing Feelings, then she sang The Power of Love... Sometimes I'm frightened but I'm ready to learn of the Power of Love... Orezzz tanan!
Finally we got tired of singing our hearts out. We ate then we went back to my boarding house. I was really excited because of my new christmas lights. I plugged it in the outlet, it worked. Then we started to argue. I wanted to place the lights arround my bed so it would look cool. It would be a christmas bed--a pimped bed. It would be blinking while I sleep. But she wanted to place it on the wall in a shape of a christmas tree. How clichic. What a stereotypical notion of christmas. So, I gave in, besides her idea made more sense. So we were taping it on the wall, here a tape, there a tape everywhere a tape tape. Oh my Gosh! Its more difficult than I thought. Halfway through our endeavour, "Little Christmas Tree" by Jose Mari Chan came on the radio. Have you ever imagined that your life had a background music suited for your current temperament, and you sing that song in your head? J.M. Chan's song was perfect for the moment Hazel and I were in. We sang along while we finished our christmas tree. I felt like I was in a movie--a Christmas Romantic Comedy.
We sat there, holding hands, marvelling at our masterpiece. We were so proud of our creation, athough it was no better than a grade schooler's work, because it was created with the grace of love, plus we had a theme song. I have never seen any christmas light blink so happily. It was the best christmas light show I have ever seen--Christmas is in the air.
Even at my age I still believe in the magic of christmas and it is amplified and catalyzed because I'm in love. This is the same feeling when I was a child, when everything was so grand and marvelous, even the simple was amazing and wonderful. That simple christmas light showed me a truth I have long forgotten--to find beauty in simplicity. I guess Christmas teaches us to be children once again: to love sincerely, to be happy, and to feel, no matter how fleeting. At that moment, I was a kid again! "Silent Night" was playing on the radio by now. Thank you Ghost of Christmas Past.
Wow that line was so moving, it moved me like a man moves a woman. I almost shed a tear, fortunately I was able to muster the essence of machismo in my body down to the last drop or else I would've wept like a sissy girl. I am not a sissy girl, I'm a man -- a macho man!
Weekends are my consolation. It's a transient sanctuary from my sordid existence as a consequence of work. I dont hate my work, it's my source of doe. With it, I am able to maintain my baller lifestyle, I get to pimp my ride bit by bit, I am able to buy bling-bling stuff and cool rags, and I get to wax some hoes. Hahaaaay(Sigh in bisaya)! Its the perfunctory mundaneness of it that kicks me in the generative glands area(nuts), hence I turn red and can't breathe. SO I eat... and weep. But I'm not a sissy girl! Anyway, weekend is my time to breathe. I'm kinda like a diver-like person, who's been diving underwater for like 5 days straight without any SCUBA (self-contained underwater breathing apparatus) and weekend is my chance to surface for air and see the beauty of the world: sky, clouds, cute little birds, STARVUXZ, trees, flowers, warm air entering my nostrils, bikini babes, Havaianas, and the likes... And feel. Then I dive back into the murky water for 5 days, again.
I had such a wonderful surfacing last weekend. Last saturday I was able to work out during our pre-sportsfest badminton practice. It was a great feeling to be able to sweat and move a lot. Although it was very evident that my athletic prowess was not the same as before, I still had fun. We played from 8 to 11 it was a badminton buffet, play all you can. Then on sunday a knock on the door woke me up. I wonder what it was gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more. But the knocking didn't cease, "who could this be at this time of day?", I said to myself.
"I don't know. Let's go check it out," my self replied.
"Ok let's check it out, my precious," I answered back with a grin.
I opened the door, it was Hazel. She was a bit early today(9:30AM), usually she arrives at 11:00AM when she visits me on a sunday. I asked her why, she said she just missed me -- her eyes said the same. She grows ever so beautiful everytime I see her. We hugged for about a couple minutes.
As usual we went on an unplanned date. In the jeepney we decided to go to Sto. Nino to attend mass. After the mass we went to our favorite department store near Sto. Nino, I dont know its name but it's kinda like a surplus store where everything is cheap. They sell pirated i pods for only Php500. The resemblance was uncanny. You could fool someone into thinking it was a real i pod if you were jogging or something like that. I did not buy one coz I'm cool, I am not into jologs stuff. They even sell pirated Havaianas. I was so insulted, how dare they mock our beloved tsinelas. I could not make myself look at it long enough, hence I did not catch the name. Maybe it was one of those homonymns to fool uninitiated consumers, like: Javaianas, J instead of H, or maybe Havayanas, Y instead of I. It made me so sick to the bone marrow. It was blasphemy. I was really blogging mad. If I find those responsible for this atrocious act I'll say to there faces, " Blog you! You mother-bloggers! " Bang! Bang! Bang! Bullet to the head.
After battling our way through the crowd we finally got out. I bought a study lamp, and christmas lights all for Php75. Hazel bought a ceiling fan for only Php54 . What an Offa! Then we decided to head back home. On the way home Hazel smiled at me playfully, she wanted to go videoke so we went to the Country Mall, the store where everything is. Hazel loved it when I was singing Feelings, then she sang The Power of Love... Sometimes I'm frightened but I'm ready to learn of the Power of Love... Orezzz tanan!
Finally we got tired of singing our hearts out. We ate then we went back to my boarding house. I was really excited because of my new christmas lights. I plugged it in the outlet, it worked. Then we started to argue. I wanted to place the lights arround my bed so it would look cool. It would be a christmas bed--a pimped bed. It would be blinking while I sleep. But she wanted to place it on the wall in a shape of a christmas tree. How clichic. What a stereotypical notion of christmas. So, I gave in, besides her idea made more sense. So we were taping it on the wall, here a tape, there a tape everywhere a tape tape. Oh my Gosh! Its more difficult than I thought. Halfway through our endeavour, "Little Christmas Tree" by Jose Mari Chan came on the radio. Have you ever imagined that your life had a background music suited for your current temperament, and you sing that song in your head? J.M. Chan's song was perfect for the moment Hazel and I were in. We sang along while we finished our christmas tree. I felt like I was in a movie--a Christmas Romantic Comedy.
We sat there, holding hands, marvelling at our masterpiece. We were so proud of our creation, athough it was no better than a grade schooler's work, because it was created with the grace of love, plus we had a theme song. I have never seen any christmas light blink so happily. It was the best christmas light show I have ever seen--Christmas is in the air.
Even at my age I still believe in the magic of christmas and it is amplified and catalyzed because I'm in love. This is the same feeling when I was a child, when everything was so grand and marvelous, even the simple was amazing and wonderful. That simple christmas light showed me a truth I have long forgotten--to find beauty in simplicity. I guess Christmas teaches us to be children once again: to love sincerely, to be happy, and to feel, no matter how fleeting. At that moment, I was a kid again! "Silent Night" was playing on the radio by now. Thank you Ghost of Christmas Past.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Aside from being a Pro Blogger...
Besides Pro Blogging, I also draw during my free time. Here are some of my older sketches: http://philipgripo.deviantart.com/gallery/
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