Clean-ups & Confessions on Christmas

Just like any previous Christmases I had, it was uneventful. I've somehow lost the enthusiasm in looking forward to it, probably for a variety of personal reasons.

Partly, it's because I've grown too attached to my childhood memories where we used to celebrate the entire season at my father's ancestral home in San Jose, Partido. I remember fondly my favorite cousin, Carlo - we were almost the same age, and both guys. I'll never forget that particular Christmas with our entire clan, where we both got toy laser swords. We were both so excited and happy, only to realize it was worthless - because whenever we parry the other's sword, the plastic blade simply broke off.

Strangely, it's the only Christmas I remember vividly. I keep trying to recall other Christmases, but I only get a vague idea of how they were - unlike this one.

Give Love on Christmas Day [FaceBook Version]

Pokémons and God

God is not some Pokémon character you can just order around or fight your battles. But sad to say, a lot of us Christians behave that way towards Him. Consider these thoughts:

We like to keep a stash of Pokémon Gods

Of Reality and the Real Christmas

"We Are The Reason" is probably one of the most wonderful Christmas songs composed (ABS-CBN's Bro Ikaw ang Star ng Pasko is included in my personal top ranking Christmas songs). And it does remind us of what the season really is all about.

Yet, with all these preachings and teachings, many people have resigned to just simply nodding in silent apathetic agreement to such messages, without really caring what it means. Because frankly, as much as what we preach is God's truth, we can't deny the realities each person is living in. We pound them about the reason for the season, without letting them see the Son in our reasons.

The (Online) Romance of True Witties

[A short pseudo-story dedicated to all computer-addicted people: We are not alone.]

Poopularity Stinks

I felt elated when a friend brought the news to me that my political dream team just became real. And so I hurriedly scrambled through the news sites, and et voila! it's true!So being the Facebook junkie I grudgingly try to deny myself to admit, I nonchalantly posted the news on my Facebook wall.

After a short while, another friend commented on my post - that though they (my political dream team) may be great, the sad fact is they are not popular with the masses. And so, with passions brimming on my heart and mind, I parried back without thinking: "Popularity is fluid."

Preface to the Kingdom of Smiles

The comforting, cool breeze of Christmas brings a telltale whisper of memories from a decade ago... and though my own reminiscence fail me in recalling all those wonderful moments then, I do know that it had been among the best Christmas seasons in my life.

But I guess I sorely admit that I myself have slowly succumbed to the worst curse of aging - that, which like one's eyesight fades with time, so does our ability to look forward to that clear hope of the future... leaving nothing but a creeping cataract of teary memoirs and unmet dreams.

Stupid Topic, Crazy Blog? Or Crazy Topic, Stupid Blog?

Sometimes the craziest thing about crazy ideas is that after a while, you realize it's not so crazy after you think about it. And looking back in history, a lot of changes - in science, technology, society, medicine, et cetera - were in one way or another influenced or inspired by crazy ideas.

But then, there are crazy ideas, and there are crazy people. Those are two different things.

Fun Is Complex, So Why Be Simple About It?

(UPDATED: November 26, 2009 - Got lazy to continue where I left off, so there...)

Hmm just stumbled across this site... and while the guy did offer some really great ideas, the radical in me kinda feels bitchy enough to just wanna argue his points... Fun isn't simple - just imagine if everyone can do the Rubix cube in 10 seconds, or even toddlers can play Left for Dead 2 effortlessly... the fun is in the challenge, even in FaceBook games!

Just Around the Block

It's 4:00AM and I'm still up... I used to complain about writer's block, but now I'm suffering from artist's block, and it sucks. Especially when you have a deadline to make. Doesn't really differ much - except when you lose the client. Now, that hurts.

But then, being stuck on an artist's block for weeks has somehow reminded me of what I missed: writing. I don't know if I can still consider myself a writer now - I've been out of the loop for so long, and I never did manage to write something spectacular (or anything worth getting famous about). But I am proud of my writings - whether they're the meaningless love poems or the intelligible philosophical poems, or my oft-too-serious ramblings on life and other thoughts.

And I still dream to be a famous novelist. Sincerely.