Individuality. One of the things a person can proudly wear and never be ashamed of it. And it dawned on me that sometimes you just have to show who you are to any other person without thinking what they will say. As I was passing Cubao one afternoon, I just saw a couple of characters that really showed their individuality without any inhibitions. I was riding in a jeepney, then there was this group of guy friends, somewhat from the proletariat class, that was having fun since one of them was jokingly wearing a female sleepwear. And they passed it on to one person after the other. And I believe they're not gay. And I thought, wow, this group of people was having genuine fun from something so negligible, but the their laughter was, yeah, genuine! As I went down the jeepney, I passed by an old lady, probably in her 60's wearing full make up. She even has this fashionable bag that seem to match with her somewhat trendy dress. I said to myself, woah, this old woman still believe she's beautiful and young, even though she knows for a fact that her youth faded. And guess what, she doesn't care even if everyone looks at her. But the glow in her eyes says everything. I am beautiful. As was nearing my ride along EDSA, when I saw these two old men in their 50's or 60's, holding hands. I believe its quite obvious that they're gay. But look at that. They don't care! Just like the old woman I aforementioned, whew, they believe that they're partnership will last through time. And even at their age, they still do what they do during their youth.
Lesson learned? Confidence. Individuality. And yeah, that Who-Cares-Attitude! Do what you want to do, as long as you don't hurt other people.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Celebrating New Year with A Blast
What: New Year's Party
Where: Parut Residence
Who: Family Friends
ONE HECK OF A PARTY!
Where: Parut Residence
Who: Family Friends
ONE HECK OF A PARTY!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
A Short Essay on Christmas
Its the time of the year when the cold winds sweep over Manila, markets are filled with mothers with helpers, buying what they can for their sumptuous Christmas feast, houses decorated with lanterns and lights, mall glittering with ornaments and littered with busy shoppers trying to find the counter that has the shortest queue.
As I was walking the down Cubao one day after work, I can't help but notice the people in their busy yet happy and light stupor, doing what they can to make their season worth remembering.
Some make the most of the season: drink, go out, party and shop. On the other hand, some continue on with their normal lives, unaware of the joys of the season thinking that it is just another day.
But what does Christmas mean?
Then I remembered those days in my childhood, where Christmas is such a joyous and magnificent season. We would do this routine every time its Christmas. We as a family would decorate the house with the little that we have. A short plastic Christmas tree, a wreath, an old Nativity scene set. I would even make a poster! One week before the event, my Dad would buy these boxes of apples and oranges in Divisoria. Then we put up socks near the tree and place the gifts Mom wrapped for everyone. We would go caroling in the neighborhood with our cousins and friends and share the little amount we get, since we go out as large group(fifteen!). The largest, I remembered we got is 20 pesos each. We would go to the marketplace, the houses of our friends and wherever we can go around he area! Then Christmas Eve, me and siblings would find it hard trying to sleep since the excitement keeps you awake. I think I remembered one of us cried because he or she can't go to sleep! But eventually we slept, and awakened by our parents for the gift opening! And the real fun begins next day, Christmas Day. All our relatives from both sides of the family will come visit us at our home then we hand them out their gifts and aguinaldo. The apples and oranges we bought earlier the week were handed down to them as well. Each kid and each adult were given one.
Sharing is one thing I learned from our family tradition.
Then after a couple of years, from receiving gifts, you're the one whose giving.
This year I've bought a little something for my family. A shirt and tie set for my brothers, a perfume for my sister and a bank account for our bunso. I'll treat my parents for a spa treatment and our "ates" in house, I handed a few hundred bucks.
It's not much compared to those expensive gifts others give but, I say, the value of sharing is still one gift a person can give to another.
God himself gave his own Son to us for our redemption!
As I was walking the down Cubao one day after work, I can't help but notice the people in their busy yet happy and light stupor, doing what they can to make their season worth remembering.
Some make the most of the season: drink, go out, party and shop. On the other hand, some continue on with their normal lives, unaware of the joys of the season thinking that it is just another day.
But what does Christmas mean?
Then I remembered those days in my childhood, where Christmas is such a joyous and magnificent season. We would do this routine every time its Christmas. We as a family would decorate the house with the little that we have. A short plastic Christmas tree, a wreath, an old Nativity scene set. I would even make a poster! One week before the event, my Dad would buy these boxes of apples and oranges in Divisoria. Then we put up socks near the tree and place the gifts Mom wrapped for everyone. We would go caroling in the neighborhood with our cousins and friends and share the little amount we get, since we go out as large group(fifteen!). The largest, I remembered we got is 20 pesos each. We would go to the marketplace, the houses of our friends and wherever we can go around he area! Then Christmas Eve, me and siblings would find it hard trying to sleep since the excitement keeps you awake. I think I remembered one of us cried because he or she can't go to sleep! But eventually we slept, and awakened by our parents for the gift opening! And the real fun begins next day, Christmas Day. All our relatives from both sides of the family will come visit us at our home then we hand them out their gifts and aguinaldo. The apples and oranges we bought earlier the week were handed down to them as well. Each kid and each adult were given one.
Sharing is one thing I learned from our family tradition.
Then after a couple of years, from receiving gifts, you're the one whose giving.
This year I've bought a little something for my family. A shirt and tie set for my brothers, a perfume for my sister and a bank account for our bunso. I'll treat my parents for a spa treatment and our "ates" in house, I handed a few hundred bucks.
It's not much compared to those expensive gifts others give but, I say, the value of sharing is still one gift a person can give to another.
God himself gave his own Son to us for our redemption!
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