Merry Christmas 2012!!!

Ending the year with the most awkward bang in all of Ancient Mayan history. Perhaps the biggest scam in hysteria-history, Dec 21, 2012. The day when the Mayan calendar is supposedly set to end and when this mysterious planet, Nibiru, would allegedly disrupt our very own gravitational pull from the Sun, ultimately causing a rampage of natural disasters thus eventually leading to the complete wipe-off of every sentient living thing on Earth. Party like it's the end of the world alright!

We have finally broke tradition this year. Christmas Eve was supposedly a whole day marathon of Casablanca, Fiddler on the Roof and Sound of Music. This year, is especially brought to us by Roger Waters' The Wall 1990 Concert. And you thought we couldn't get any weirder? I'm typing this whole article with flickering series lights and the monitor as my source of lumination. I'm actually excited for the vertigo trip after all of this. This isn't actually the culmination of this year's articles, I'm doing that next week (if I still have the time).

Here, I will try my very best to at least impart my most Coelho-esque Christmas message. Let me do this by recalling my most stoned Christmas ever (so much for this whole thing to be Coelho-esque, eh?) . Yes my friends, stoned, high, dissociated, far-fvcking-out!

I was about 6 or 7 years old that Christmas eve, sick with the flu and mild asthma. My cousins from the far seas (okay so it's not really that far) were staying over for the holidays. The whole house was in a blissful ruckus (ironic I know, but that's just how we are as a bunch) whereas I was in bed, practically a veggie, martial-lawed by my Mom until the midnight noche buena. Really? Order a 7 year old to stay in bed the whole day? Who did she (Mom) think I was, Keith Moon or someone? The next few scenes are rather explicit but in summary, I took an extra dose (okay, DOSES) of flu/cough syrup just hours before midnight. Worst-trip-ever!!! Slept like a cooking oil on a freezer just minutes before midnight.

Moral of the story? It's not really a good idea to get high on Christmas. Really. Christmas isn't a good time to get high, it's a high time to be good. But really, spend it however you must, with whoever and whatever, but always remember, Christmas does not necessarily happen just once a year. Everyday can be Christmas, you just have to have the heart to make it happen.

However you want to spend Christmas, with prayer, or booze, or pizza, or unlimited supply of your grandmother's pasta, it's not what comes in our systems that matters, it's what stays there, forever engraved in our hearts, fueling our passion for life, faith and selfless love.

Merry Christmas, Nerds!!!

I love you.

No, really, I do!

Have a good one...Heck, have the best one this year, and if it does end up as the best one for you, well... there's always next year.

Not like the movies...

I learn a lot from movies. Especially from those mainly casted by graphically animated animals and in-animate toys. But perhaps the most important lesson I have learned from a movie is from The Big Fish.

Finding true love, making the past memorable, fighting in a war, going on a crazy adventure and, yes, even religion and politics. Ed Bloom thus narrated that although the parrots in Africa could not speak English, they could indeed speak the most fluent of French. The same parrots talk about almost everything EXCEPT religion and politics, why? Because you never know who you’d offend.

Very well said, I must say, if only the people would listen. I mean, it’s all over the news. Morality versus practicality. Legality versus Spiritual salvation. Whatever happened to Church separated from the State and v/v?

Just today, I’ve “re-watched” the critically acclaimed film (and novel) The Da Vinci Code. Critically acclaimed, yes but the whole fiction was thus “banned” by most Catholic sectors. And then again, I would not want to mock the belief about “not discussing politics and religion” but here’s a mouthful:

Religion is politics. Politics is religion.

Simple semantics. Whether we’re offended or not, both terms are eternally bound to be discussed. Why? Because both are human, doomed either to oblivion or sheer excommunication. Politics and Religion are earthly mortal terms both complicating perhaps the only immortal term in all the known realms… God.

I love my God and whether He be defined by science or not, I will always believe in him.

I love His Son, Jesus Christ, and whether he be mortal, a patriarch, a husband, or partially a sinner like all of us, I will ALWAYS believe in Him.

It does not matter really, just as politics and religion are not to be discussed anywhere, it does not matter, why? Because we are human. Imperfect souls, ignorant and hungry. And as long as we stay human, we question, we object, we believe.