Christmas Tree and Gifts on October?

I had assembled the 6-ft Christmas tree 3rd week of October. I had already wrapped some gifts a week earlier. Then some exclamations of ‘why so early’?

Why not? I don’t believe that I am the only one doing the early gift wrapping and setting up the Christmas tree. On my part, I do them early because I don’t have much time. If I think of having this time, for example, to wrap the gifts, I wrap them, because most probably it will be difficult for me to find time doing them with inspiration. I always do things with passion, even with choosing the gifts and wrapping them. Not that I spend extravagantly for gaudy gifts and wrappers but I do wrap them neatly and pile them in order under or beside the Christmas tree.

And the Christmas tree. It gives me this feeling of hope and joy. It reminds me of the coming season. But does everybody know that the tree was once a pagan symbol of fertility? It became a Christian symbol of rebirth, according to information, when Marthin Luther got so awed by the beauty of fir trees that he brought one from the forest and lighted it with candles to remind his children of God’s creation.

So when do you set up your Christmas tree? The gifts can come later. (Anyway, my name’s only a four-letter one; very easy to remember.)

 

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Para la juventud (For the youth)

You seldom read her thoughts but this piece really touched me. It made me uneasy with guilt because there were times that I had doubted her and her attitude. Please do not pass by not reading this. How I wish a considerable number of the youth of this generation will spare time reading:

Para sa Kabataan

It is my deepest sorrow that my literary prowess can not influence you in some jaded way.

With words, I can get these sentiments across to you. With your understanding shall the message only be clear. For it is in us that a great hero1 once regarded the future to. We are the youth who will weave tomorrow for the upcoming generations for we owe it to them. It is our benevolent duty to surpass what is expected, to unearth the lost foundations of Filipino humanity, to lead time to come.

I am happily studying in college and when I’m done with my 1st degree, I’ll take up another. Never in my life have I had this drive to keep on learning, for the world offers so much and yet I have so little time. Back in high school, I couldn’t wait to get my sorry hide out of school and it never occurred to my young, stupid brain that I’m still going to study.

A lot of things changed my perception of my once-hated duty: to study. My school, my course (since my parents supported what I wanted to take up) and the people I found and lost are some factors that sculpted my stubborn brain to what it is right now. It just hit me like a rolling volleyball that all of these books, words and equations are all helping hands in blue-printing my future.

YOU. Yes, you. Has it never occurred to you that you can’t forever hang on your parents’ wallets and credit cards? That you can’t be a burden to them who disregarded their needs and desires just to get you the latest, full-scale camera-cell phone? Let’s face it; we don’t pay for anything (that is if you have some sort of job, then I’m wrong). Technically, literally, our parents pay everything since the day we escaped from our mothers’ wombs ‘til we don’t get cold-cash-paying jobs.

All you need to do is to open your books, read and absorb what you think is non-sense right now. For heaven’s sake, STUDY! If you want to be a garbage man, then don’t. At least that pays. But with your fast-living lifestyle, overspending brigade, minimum wage ain’t enough for urban living.

GIMIK. GIMIK. GIMIK. Hey, there’s more to life than hanging out with your friends, shopping for some over-priced signature items, jamming endlessly for hours and hours and drinking SanMig or whatever beer brand there is. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t do this or that. You just have to know your priorities. If you’ve got your primary obligations set, then go gimik-gaga.

If rebelliousness is a form of laxative2, then feel free to rebel. If you think that you’re gearing away from something normal and that you’re setting a trend, don’t you also think that you’re just copying some old-school renegade teen wearing black band shirts? Then you go around, pretending your some kind of rocker, coloring your nails black, ‘making a statement’. Why? Mostly people protest when their needs and desires aren’t met. Eh ikaw? What have your parents not given to you? Haven’t they provided everything basic and added whatever luxury we don’t need to survive? Plus, they gifted you with education – something that could not be stolen even if your brain were to be removed and dissected.

If this bores and makes you irritated, then it is my conclusion that this is the truth. It wouldn’t hurt to straighten up your ways. If you’re already on that path of being ‘good’, then hey! Saludo ako sa’yo. My gosh, this is very choppy.

1 Jose Rizal

2 drug used to promote bowel movement

 

– written by daughter Kay

Para la juventud (For the youth)

You seldom read her thoughts but this piece really touched me. It made me uneasy with guilt because there were times that I had doubted her and her attitude. Please do not pass by not reading this. How I wish a considerable number of the youth of this generation will spare time reading:

Para sa Kabataan

It is my deepest sorrow that my literary prowess can not influence you in some jaded way.

With words, I can get these sentiments across to you. With your understanding shall the message only be clear. For it is in us that a great hero1 once regarded the future to. We are the youth who will weave tomorrow for the upcoming generations for we owe it to them. It is our benevolent duty to surpass what is expected, to unearth the lost foundations of Filipino humanity, to lead time to come.

I am happily studying in college and when I’m done with my 1st degree, I’ll take up another. Never in my life have I had this drive to keep on learning, for the world offers so much and yet I have so little time. Back in high school, I couldn’t wait to get my sorry hide out of school and it never occurred to my young, stupid brain that I’m still going to study.

A lot of things changed my perception of my once-hated duty: to study. My school, my course (since my parents supported what I wanted to take up) and the people I found and lost are some factors that sculpted my stubborn brain to what it is right now. It just hit me like a rolling volleyball that all of these books, words and equations are all helping hands in blue-printing my future.

YOU. Yes, you. Has it never occurred to you that you can’t forever hang on your parents’ wallets and credit cards? That you can’t be a burden to them who disregarded their needs and desires just to get you the latest, full-scale camera-cell phone? Let’s face it; we don’t pay for anything (that is if you have some sort of job, then I’m wrong). Technically, literally, our parents pay everything since the day we escaped from our mothers’ wombs ‘til we don’t get cold-cash-paying jobs.

All you need to do is to open your books, read and absorb what you think is non-sense right now. For heaven’s sake, STUDY! If you want to be a garbage man, then don’t. At least that pays. But with your fast-living lifestyle, overspending brigade, minimum wage ain’t enough for urban living.

GIMIK. GIMIK. GIMIK. Hey, there’s more to life than hanging out with your friends, shopping for some over-priced signature items, jamming endlessly for hours and hours and drinking SanMig or whatever beer brand there is. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t do this or that. You just have to know your priorities. If you’ve got your primary obligations set, then go gimik-gaga.

If rebelliousness is a form of laxative2, then feel free to rebel. If you think that you’re gearing away from something normal and that you’re setting a trend, don’t you also think that you’re just copying some old-school renegade teen wearing black band shirts? Then you go around, pretending your some kind of rocker, coloring your nails black, ‘making a statement’. Why? Mostly people protest when their needs and desires aren’t met. Eh ikaw? What have your parents not given to you? Haven’t they provided everything basic and added whatever luxury we don’t need to survive? Plus, they gifted you with education – something that could not be stolen even if your brain were to be removed and dissected.

If this bores and makes you irritated, then it is my conclusion that this is the truth. It wouldn’t hurt to straighten up your ways. If you’re already on that path of being ‘good’, then hey! Saludo ako sa’yo. My gosh, this is very choppy.

1 Jose Rizal

2 drug used to promote bowel movement

 

– written by daughter Kay

When a Person Refuses to Listen

Always there will be people who do not know how to listen. And what makes it worse; they are those older than you or those with authority over you. A simple thing becomes a problem. And the more you talk, the more they become bigger and complicated when all you want is to solve the predicament.

Then you wonder how the hell they ended up with the job responsibilities and position they presently have if they do not know how to deal with a simple problem. The hollowness of their brains knocks you down, off, out and over.

You decide to tone down your voice because they will not understand it. They will read it as INSUBORDINATION when all you want was plain resolution. Confrontations become misleading to them. They will look at you like one with a CONCEITED plaster on the forehead. You wanted to shout at them, “WAKE UP! Your brain is not functioning.” But you choose not to, because it will spoil your day. They will not understand anyway. Hello, it will be like an endless cycle without having to resolve what needs to be resolved.

Are you listening? Thank you.

Nexus: Kung Ikaw ang May-ari…

When a Person Refuses to Listen

Always there will be people who do not know how to listen. And what makes it worse; they are those older than you or those with authority over you. A simple thing becomes a problem. And the more you talk, the more they become bigger and complicated when all you want is to solve the predicament.

Then you wonder how the hell they ended up with the job responsibilities and position they presently have if they do not know how to deal with a simple problem. The hollowness of their brains knocks you down, off, out and over.

You decide to tone down your voice because they will not understand it. They will read it as INSUBORDINATION when all you want was plain resolution. Confrontations become misleading to them. They will look at you like one with a CONCEITED plaster on the forehead. You wanted to shout at them, “WAKE UP! Your brain is not functioning.” But you choose not to, because it will spoil your day. They will not understand anyway. Hello, it will be like an endless cycle without having to resolve what needs to be resolved.

Are you listening? Thank you.

Nexus: Kung Ikaw ang May-ari…

What Beautiful Creatures!

We went to one of these birthday celebrations. We were guided by the owner of the house to what he calls ‘garden’. In the middle of the ‘garden’, there stood a shack made of bamboo and worn planks of wood. The seats and table were made of wooden planks, too, nailed and put together to form to what they were intended to be. The ambiance was of nature. We were surrounded by plants; on one side were two groups of Milenyo-stricken bamboos which leaves meet at one point. It was such a lovely sight. All around were plants, most of them edible. I saw a duck having its water fill from a very small man-made pond, and white chickens and red crowned roosters, too.

When darkness slowly flooded the skies and the surroundings, we saw a beautiful creature shining among the bamboo plants. It was a firefly. It was such an exhilarating feeling to see that it was not alone. There were two of them alternately showing off their luminous bodies. Then as if one of them heard how we were awed by their presence, one of them flew towards me. I enveloped it with my hands. It stayed. It was awesome seeing it that way blinking its way on my palms. God truly made a wonderful world to live in.

What Beautiful Creatures!

We went to one of these birthday celebrations. We were guided by the owner of the house to what he calls ‘garden’. In the middle of the ‘garden’, there stood a shack made of bamboo and worn planks of wood. The seats and table were made of wooden planks, too, nailed and put together to form to what they were intended to be. The ambiance was of nature. We were surrounded by plants; on one side were two groups of Milenyo-stricken bamboos which leaves meet at one point. It was such a lovely sight. All around were plants, most of them edible. I saw a duck having its water fill from a very small man-made pond, and white chickens and red crowned roosters, too.

When darkness slowly flooded the skies and the surroundings, we saw a beautiful creature shining among the bamboo plants. It was a firefly. It was such an exhilarating feeling to see that it was not alone. There were two of them alternately showing off their luminous bodies. Then as if one of them heard how we were awed by their presence, one of them flew towards me. I enveloped it with my hands. It stayed. It was awesome seeing it that way blinking its way on my palms. God truly made a wonderful world to live in.