Christmas Eve

It is not holiday here right before Christmas. Work insists to be faced until sunset since I am due until 7 o'clock in the evening. Probably when I get home, I would skype with my family that is miles away from my room. If not, I may treat myself with a big dinner in my favorite restaurant.

As I am writing this one, I cannot stop but smile, thinking of the good old days during the Christmas season. Here are some:

My mother would always wanted to at least prepare even a single dish on Christmas Eve. Some Christmases, we ate just a pack of loaf bread with soft drinks. When money was quite abundant, of course, we prepared much food which could be eaten even two days after the celebration. There were also times that my family couldn't afford to have even one (my mom would just tell us to reserve everything on the eve of New Year) but the true essence of Christmas was felt and that was being together celebrating each other's triumphs and failures in life.

My sister, who inherits my mom's way of thinking during the holidays, has never neglected to provide something on the table on Christmas Eve. With her husband and two young boys and my mom, Christmas has always been merry at home. Sometimes when the first of the two boys had difficulty waking up on Christmas Eve, my sister had to urge him up, then we ate, and be together until one by one fell into slumber. The younger one, who is always playfully stubborn, has got to get out to meet his cousins, and lit some fireworks which always caused my mom to get worried until he would have not gone home.

Celebrating Christmas is not only about the food we prepare on the 24th. It is not only about the gifts or presents we give and receive. Christmas is a celebration of love and joy in the family that food, presents, or money can't buy. It is a celebration of gratitude towards each other in the family.

If there is really nothing to put on the table this Christmas Eve, fill our homes with love instead. Pure joy is felt when genuine love is present in the family. 

Wow! My eyes can't hold my tears anymore. I cry not because I am regretful, but it is because I feel this unconditional love coming from my family all the way across the sea. I may be far away from them but my heart  is with them incessantly this Christmas Holidays!

bare, naked

No, I have got nothing on

I am bare, naked
Walking on this cold road
The chill is getting into my bones
Wanting even just a spark of heat
No, I have got no one to turn to
They shun me being stripped
Now I am heading nowhere
This chill is consuming me
This chill numbs my inmost being 

distinct stigma

Most of her friends proudly attest that she is really a good person. They revere her as the most iconic figure when it comes to friendship, spirituality, social works, and other things that involve community services. But what has gone wrong? Why people still have a more distinct stigma of her?

Yes, there is no question of her dedication to serve her peers and the people around her. With her golden heart, she touches their lives in one way or another. She is mostly present when a friend desperately needs a single advice or two. She is there when the church needs someone to do some chores and rituals. She is there when a certain group needs a hand. But what has gone wrong? Why people still have a more distinct stigma of her?

Here is the real deal:

Outside, she is seen as a near perfect example of her kind. She is dubbed as a 'superwoman' who can fly from one place to another. But  she tends to be another person when she is inside the house. Since she is always visible in any event outside she neglects to manage her affairs inside the house. She can't even fix her bed. She doesn't live alone. It wouldn't have any problem but she shares a room with a friend. She doesn't do any household chores. She only leaves all household works to anyone inside the house. Even just a 3-minute broom around the house is so difficult for her to do. In short, she doesn't know anything that concerns household activities.

Charity begins at home so as goodness should start inside us . There is no sense why we should be good outside without proper management of our affairs inside. Though there is a potential possibility to be good outside but ruined inside, vice versa, this is never advisable. There should be symmetry. When a woman puts some maskara on her left eye, she also puts similar amount on her right eye. If not, she will look strange, insane.

easy sex

"You only need me when you want to have sex with me!" she yelled at him and hurriedly went out then closed the door.

"No. It is not like that..." he did not even finish his sentence but she was gone, fast.

She was not even the first. She was perhaps the hundredth, or more. He did not even know her name.  His room had been so busy as a restaurant with customers. It had been open 24 hours like a convenience store, but here was different, everything was for free.

What has gone wrong?

We are now living in a very dynamic world. Everything changes in just a snap of a finger. People, old or young, have changed the definition of propriety radically.

Easy sex. This is how we coin it. It is like picking a flower in a garden.

How promiscuous is the society we are in right now?