that's a (christmas) wrap!

you don't necessarily need a perfect life to feel good about stuff. though i am unperturbed in the belief that happiness is not a choice as much as it is a matter of being at the right place (or with the right person) at the right time, i say that this sunshiny state of mind is something i preferred to have.

it's as old as aged cheese, the saying that your joy is not dependent on anyone or anything. it's been rehashed, recycled and repeated like a bad vinyl record that you "decide on" having quite arduous bliss.

to some extent, i dare to say that i agree.

your christmas eve dinner isn't what you expected it to be? you pray that you were back to the moment in your life when you were a snotty kid raking in christmas gifts left and right with the whole world in the palm of your hands. you want everything to be as magical as you saw them with your eyes. you are suddenly pervaded with the urge to hop on a time machine, believing for a fact that h.g. wells was a writer of non-fiction. you are not alone, my dear friend. we can lay foundation for a cult that is less holier than thou and much more cynical than most.

i'm left at home only with my dad, my uncle and my aunt for the much hyped noche buena. i was the odd man out---the big dead fly floating on goldilock's porridge. don't get me wrong. i do love these old folks of mine but somehow, i can't exactly blamed if i wanted things a little more festive and maybe even "merry".

for the nth year now, my sister and her family are spending the holidays at the other house in novaliches. my two nieces are the ones who are so giddy about the seasons. heck, it is true that "christmas equals children". oh, how i'd love to be annoyed by their saint nick jitters right now.

despite my ranting and bitching about it, i'm ok. i guess you can get immune to it all. i am ok.

i'd hate to sound like a self-righteous guru but i don't think that the universe singles anyone out and pours that sweet extra effort to screw up your life. we all play the cards we are dealt with.

grin and bear with it. that's the way to go.

traversing rivers via gondola

i caught the teaser of an interview of this certain comedian as he was narrating the time he left his wife and family for a younger covergirl-material woman. he was full of regret but there was a line he said that irked me.


what the fuck is that about? he yielded to the burning desire of his penis---it's that raw and real.

do you really need to sugarcoat and romanticize infidelity? do you really have to disguise selfishness and seething libido as "love that defies all"? man, that's a load of crap and i pity him more if he doesn't know it!

when you feel remorse for a mistake you have done, you don't make flimsy excuses haphazardly derived from literature. you accept everything and you own up to the responsibility.


if you can't call it stupidity, it can always be referred to as love.