As I walked towards the office I could not help but feel it in the air. It's oh-so-wonderfully true, Christmas IS here. There's an unexplainable flurry of cheers that seems to reek out of every person on the street. Despite all the obvious reasons not to be happy, Christmas really is unstoppable.
Despite the fact that I haven't even started wrapping my presents (well, at least I'm done buying them!) the panic and frenzy can't even prevent me from declaring this as a carefree, cheerful time.
It's just nice to be happy, to be excited for Christmas again. I don't know if I was this happy last year. Probably. It probably feels a bit more heightened this time around because Cris and Ate Lilet are here. Except for Dave and Tita Bot, the family's all here! Wooo-hooo! Plus with Gelo and Ica, the newest members of ever-so small Enriquez family. This really is a happy Christmas. Ahhh...quality time with the family. (syempre, with friends and lovey-dudey regi din :))
And, I haven't even opened my gifts yet! Unlike the other years when my EQ waned to .2678 and evidently made me peep and...open all my gifts even before the 24th. Come Christmas time I had nothing to look forward to; especially in these years when Santa doesn't exactly come around any more. So there. Except for 1 gift which I opened (the humongous Sponge Bob 'canister' filled with butter popcorn...yeah yeah yeah!) I'm still in for some surprise. Who says Christmas is only for kids? I wish to uphold my right to still be happy despite my un-kiddie status. Come to think of it, I still am a kid. Who cares if I'm 24? There's no law saying that once you stop believing in Santa Claus you're no longer qualified to be a kid and be ecstatic during this season.
Well, there is another reason why I'm happy...finally i've gone to confession. Hah! Yes, even in this day and age when it's easier to believe that it's no longer needed, I just felt the need to go through it. Deep down I still believe (no matter how cheesy / seemingly self-righteous it may sound) that it's nice to have a 'clean' heart during these times. Ok. 'Clean' may be a relative term; but the point is, it just feels good to have gone to confession right in time for His birth. Sort of feels like the good ol' grade school days.
Finally, this year's about to be over. Not to be unfair to 2005, it's had its good points. Still, there have been moments of pain. There's a nice feeling in knowing that next year's a clean new slate. Hah. 365 new days. 365 new reasons to plan and dream. 365 new reasons to wake up and be thankful that you're breathing. As if the last 6 days aren't worth being thankful enough. Heck, there's a certain joy in looking at the coming days as something...well...for lack of a more profound term...NEW.
Parang bagong sapatos. Bagong damit. Bagong taon. May ibang dating ang bago. Pero bago ang lahat...salamat sa Diyos sa Pasko; espesyal ang dating ng pagsalubong sa 2006. Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah!!! At syempre, may rason para magbakasyon. stop look and listenn to the bells to the ringing of the bells...
teka. malayo na ang usapan. basta masaya. MASAYA!!!! woooo-hooooo!!!!! Merry Christmas!! Thank you God, masaya ako. Ang selfish naman...pero sana lahat ng mga mahal ko sa buhay masayang-masaya din. While we're at it, sana buong mundo masaya; pero dahil may favoritism ako--sana pinakamasaya ang mga Pinoy! Siguro naman somewhere may Kano, Aprikano, Chinez, o iba pang nagmimithi na ang lahi nya ang pinakamasaya. so okay, patas lang ang laban.
osya, may Christmas dinner pa kong pupuntahan. Eto'ng isa pang masarap sa pasko, more effort to reconnect and spend time with friends. Hayyy....basta. masaya lang.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Good, bad, good, good GOOOD.
It’s almost creepy. I was going through some old docs in the computer when I came upon a document entitled: sunny wed.
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8.24.05
It’s a Wednesday afternoon and the sun is shining oh so brightly.
I almost thought it was a Saturday, a Sunday even.
And suddenly I have this light feeling.
I am happy. For whatever reason, I’m not too sure.
Rod Stewart’s crooning in the background.
I still haven’t found dad’s Hotdog tribute CD. But still I feel happy. Is there something wrong with that?
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Nothing’s really special about it. But here’s the deal. I wrote it the day before my house caught fire. It gave me the creeps. So is that it? When you feel suddenly oh-so happy, you ought to be wary? Because come tomorrow something bad, no…drastic just may happen.
Awful awful thought. But it’s a reality: I felt unexplainably happy on a given day, and come tomorrow, something totally devastating occurs. How else am I supposed to explain that?
Thing is, I can’t. Maybe it’s better not to put much thought on it. Blame it on coincidence. Hayyy…coincidence. Some cosmic interference must’ve caused these events to happen one after the other. For all I know it could’ve happened the other after the one. Huwaht?! Though that might not seem too logical, wouldn’t it?
Fine. So one good thing’s followed by an excruciatingly painful one. Suddenly I remember those kilig moments followed all too suddenly by heartbreaks... Should this be a reason to believe (P&G speak?!) that that’s how the world turns? I know there have been other moments in my life when this type of order occurred, but even when it’s far easier to generalize and cast this out as a rule, I would much rather not.
Because then every good thing would be smeared by the fear of a bad thing happening right after. What good should happy moments serve then? Suddenly I remember Dessa (fellow Ictusian) when she said, “I’ve stopped living my life waiting for the big axe to fall” For better illustration, let’s replace it the axe with an anvil. After all, isn’t it nice to sometimes think of ourselves as lone roadrunners nonchalantly speeding through the vast desert despite the fact that we know, (oh yes, the cartoonist said so) that the coyote’s got another ACME anvil hung over somewhere in our paths, waiting for our heads to pass.
Exciting lang.
Then again, there’s comfort in knowing that God the great cartoonist just won’t let the anvil fall flat on our heads. Unless of course we ignore all His warnings, and we truly need a head-bumping ‘learning experience’. Oh well, that’s another story.
For now, I would like to believe that not all good things are followed by bad events. There’s even a higher probability for bad things to be followed by surprisingly good ones. After all, despite all those kilig-moments cut abruptly by heartaches, I found Regi. Forgive the mushiness. It’s a happy thought nonetheless :)
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8.24.05
It’s a Wednesday afternoon and the sun is shining oh so brightly.
I almost thought it was a Saturday, a Sunday even.
And suddenly I have this light feeling.
I am happy. For whatever reason, I’m not too sure.
Rod Stewart’s crooning in the background.
I still haven’t found dad’s Hotdog tribute CD. But still I feel happy. Is there something wrong with that?
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Nothing’s really special about it. But here’s the deal. I wrote it the day before my house caught fire. It gave me the creeps. So is that it? When you feel suddenly oh-so happy, you ought to be wary? Because come tomorrow something bad, no…drastic just may happen.
Awful awful thought. But it’s a reality: I felt unexplainably happy on a given day, and come tomorrow, something totally devastating occurs. How else am I supposed to explain that?
Thing is, I can’t. Maybe it’s better not to put much thought on it. Blame it on coincidence. Hayyy…coincidence. Some cosmic interference must’ve caused these events to happen one after the other. For all I know it could’ve happened the other after the one. Huwaht?! Though that might not seem too logical, wouldn’t it?
Fine. So one good thing’s followed by an excruciatingly painful one. Suddenly I remember those kilig moments followed all too suddenly by heartbreaks... Should this be a reason to believe (P&G speak?!) that that’s how the world turns? I know there have been other moments in my life when this type of order occurred, but even when it’s far easier to generalize and cast this out as a rule, I would much rather not.
Because then every good thing would be smeared by the fear of a bad thing happening right after. What good should happy moments serve then? Suddenly I remember Dessa (fellow Ictusian) when she said, “I’ve stopped living my life waiting for the big axe to fall” For better illustration, let’s replace it the axe with an anvil. After all, isn’t it nice to sometimes think of ourselves as lone roadrunners nonchalantly speeding through the vast desert despite the fact that we know, (oh yes, the cartoonist said so) that the coyote’s got another ACME anvil hung over somewhere in our paths, waiting for our heads to pass.
Exciting lang.
Then again, there’s comfort in knowing that God the great cartoonist just won’t let the anvil fall flat on our heads. Unless of course we ignore all His warnings, and we truly need a head-bumping ‘learning experience’. Oh well, that’s another story.
For now, I would like to believe that not all good things are followed by bad events. There’s even a higher probability for bad things to be followed by surprisingly good ones. After all, despite all those kilig-moments cut abruptly by heartaches, I found Regi. Forgive the mushiness. It’s a happy thought nonetheless :)
Thursday, December 01, 2005
on hopes and people
It’s not good to pin your hopes on people. Because people tend to disappoint. Yesterday that’s what I thought…I was proven wrong. Because although some may tend to fail your expectations, others unexpectedly go beyond.
(note: shoes' owners not necessarily related to the people referred to in this entry. Astig lang tignan, tsaka mukhang swak sa entry yung visuals e... :)
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