Wednesday, December 14, 2011





Christmas In Full Swing

IT'S ELEVEN DAYS before Christmas. I don’t know what happened but I didn’t even realize it until Korina Sanchez said so at the end of tonight’s TV Patrol over ABS-CBN.

        My daughter Ghiselle and I have started buying gifts but we continue to make lists. We have yet to set up our angel-shaped lights and decorate the four walls of our apartment with paper poinsettias and Christmas ribbons.


        But as if to make up for this, the entire metropolis – including my neighborhood – is all spruced up with bright lights, giant Christmas trees and life-sized mangers depicting the birth of Christ. 



         Continuing with the signs of the season, my social life has come alive with a heavy schedule of parties with friends, former colleagues and, of course, family.

        My LSS (last song syndrome) is make my wish come true, all I want for Christmas is you ... The ASAP Rocks  performers sang the song in the show’s opening number two Sundays ago; and it was the same song (Mariah Carey’s version) used by the House of Dance performers in the finale of Halu-Halong Indak, USTHS Batch 71’s fund-raising dance concert held last Saturday at the Irwin Theater of the Ateneo in Quezon City for the benefit of Cottolengo Filipino.

        Bazaars and tiangges have mushroomed all over the place in a seeming delineation of a commercialized season.

        To aptly illustrate the message of Christmas, on the other hand, we witness generosity at its best with fastfood chains and other establishments spearheading gift-giving activities.

MARCUS, the second to the youngest
 member of my family
donates his toys to Jollibee.
With him is his Uncle Abe.
       Christmas is indeed in full swing. Despite celebrity couples breaking up, Oplan Put the Little Girl to Sleep, and other depressing developments in a Filipino life, hope and excitement and, yes love, pervade the air.

        Let me now share a couple of reminders to make sure our Yuletide celebration is going to be calm and bright.

Embrace Everything Christmas. Let us be thankful there is Christmas and focus on why we celebrate it. Stop worrying about the expenses and the credit card charges later on. Besides, there is no need to splurge.

        In my family, gift-giving is a big thing but it is not always about the gifts that we receive. It is more like having that exhilarating feeling of anticipation as our names are called to receive our gifts and unwrap what’s in them. Each year, we are just so happy to be together and having a great party – with our favorite food and drinks and a crazy program of fun and games. We actually give out small cash as prizes for the games we play but the happiness we experience is priceless.

One Solitary Life. Surely you already know the real reason of the season but to get into the spirit, we are reprinting this familiar piece – an adaptation from a sermon by James Allan Francis in the 1920s – and reflect on the Birthday Boy – 

Here is a man, who was
born of Jewish parents, the child
of a peasant woman.
He never wrote a book, he
never held an office,
he never gained a home.
He never went to college.
He never set foot inside
the big city. He never
traveled two hundred miles from
the place where he was born.
He never did any of the things
that usually accompany greatness.
He had no credentials but himself.

While still a young man, the tide
of popular opinion turned against
him. His friends ran away, one
of them denied him. He was nailed
to a cross between two thieves.
His executioners gambled for
the only piece of property he had
on earth – his coat.
When he was dead, he was taken down
and buried in a borrowed grave
through the pity of a friend.

Nineteen wide centuries have
come and gone, and he is
the centerpiece of the human race
and the leader of the column
of progress. I am not far
within the mark when I say
that all armies that ever marched
and all navies that ever sailed
have not affected the life of man
upon the earth as powerful as that
One Solitary Life.

Count Your Blessings. This is a one-liner that we hear too often but it is important to count one’s blessings. When we do count them, be meticulous and do not leave anything out. Aside from loved ones and the things you treasure, count your lousy job, the sunshine following the rain, even arriving in your place of destination after a bus ride with the man behind the wheel driving dangerously.

Mode of Gratitude. Upon acknowledging God's blessings, get into a gratitude mode. Be thankful for each day that you breathe, see, touch, smell and hear and that you can move and think and feel. Most of all – and here's another worn-out but still true one-liner – thank the God Almighty for sending His Only Son to redeem the world.

From Gratitude to Generosity. Translate your gratitude and participate in the true essence of Christmas by practicing generosity. Get involved, give back, pay it forward ... however you call it, do it this Christmas and onwards.

        At St. Peter Parish (Commonwealth Avenue, QC), where I hear mass, they feed poor families within the community and give toys to the children on Christmas day. Parishioners and other concerned citizens donate cash as well as toys and other gift items to give these families a feeling of Christmas. You can check out for similar activities in your parish or other charitable institutions. In this time and age, doing charity work has been made easy for everyone.

        Away from home, I am proud to announce that my daughter Pee Ann and her special friend Alex are doing their share of charity. They will start baking cupcakes tomorrow to be donated to Santa Anonymous in the town of Banff in Canada, where both are currently based. They have recently set up their own bake shop called Frosted Crumbs. (More about this in a later post.)

Breathe and Enjoy. In between the days of Christmas, take some time to catch your breath or simply exhale leisurely. Schedule a silent night in between the heavy partying and shopping. Get a spa or a massage after a wrapping session with family.

        More importantly, enjoy the scenery and the warm atmosphere that only happens in this time of year. Marvel at the bright lights, the pots of poinsettias, your smiling loved ones, most specially the kids who wish “Christmas won’t be late.”

Get Lost in the Magic. On Christmas day itself, get into the beauty and the fun and the magic of the big event. As for me, I will pig out, get into alcoholic high, dance, sing, laugh out loud, and give everybody a hug.

        Of course, my family and I will attend the Midnight Mass to start off our cool Yule. Mom will be terribly missed – our first Christmas without her – but I’m sure she would want us to continue celebrating life and the amazing connection we have with one another.

Take on the Virtue of Giving. Finally, do not let the spirit of Christmas end on Christmas day. Keep the spirit alive and establish in yourself the virtue of giving now and always.

        It's better to give than to receive is actually a beautiful adage. But so as not to sound cliche-ish, contemplate on Kahlil Gibran's words: You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

        Let me also quote Kris Aquino who once said, Regret not what you have given but what you have held back. Now, of course, she must have said this in the name of love, but it becomes generic in the art of giving.

        Well, Merry Christmas everyone ... and to the rest of the world, Happy Holidays!



Sunday, December 11, 2011

26 March 2007
FOREVER FRIENDS
"friends we will be now and forever …"

these are lyrics from an old sharon cuneta song and i could very well be singing it, too for i am blessed with forever friends.

friends who have been with me since childhood -- like bong, junie, gil, joyce, edna ... they were there through the proverbial thick and thin, through stirring relationships and heartbreaks, through lack and plenty, through time and space ...

friends with whom i can be the real me warts and all ... who know me inside out and even at my worst, i am loved ...

friends with whom i can have real conversations and communicate, not just talk.

i remember us as teenagers, walking down country road towards the beach, talking about anything and everything -- from the meaning of life (according to teenagers) to the wonders of the opposite sex ...

we've had more of such talks as we grew older. and while we've become a bit smarter over the years, our conversations remain candid and straight from the heart.

some of these childhood friends are now based abroad and one became a priest but we continue to keep in touch.

in college, after college and in pursuing a career, more friends were gained ... some fair-weather friends, some drinking buddies, some real pals.

friends from f. jacinto group -- notably tisoy boys bertie, jomag, junjun, and raffy  and, of course nickie, and later on bob; then came doris, dory, lani, marla, marsha, mela, milen, nelson, roanne, weng, actually the list is endless because we were a "one big family" -- are drinking buddies and real pals all rolled into one. the tisoy boys, nickie and i and a bit later, milen, had a real solid friendship and it went on even outside the four walls of the FJ group ... we went on vacations together, we celebrated important events together, we were simply so close and like family that even our kids felt they were related to each other ...

i miss them terribly after we went our separate professional ways when FJ group went pffft ...

well, everything changes, they say, but i guess when it comes to friends, some things remain the same.

the beauty of it all is i've been meeting new friends these past years. and the bonus is they are all so young. they make me experience once more the interesting process of "getting to know you" and indulging in exciting things new friends share and discover.

all this tells me that "there are no perfect strangers, just perfect friends you have not met."

these strangers i'm talking about are my call center friends and my colleagues at MOD magazine. believe me, they're crazy like me ... maybe that's why we get along despite the age difference.

my call center friends are a carefree bunch of kids. they're very responsible though. some of them are helping out
with family expenses, some ardently preparing for an unknown future.

we've bonded over midnight coffee and sunrise beer and irate customers in between. and in such a short span of time, we've developed -- as call center lingo goes -- a diehard friendship and we continue to nurture it despite separation. in fact, just last night, we got together for melan's birthday.

my MOD buddies, on the other hand, cannot be described in one word like carefree ... for they are a lot of other things --

they could be outrageous but devoted to their craft. they're funny and warm and sincere and big- hearted. we joke a lot, we laugh a lot ... and according to the Koran, blessed is he who makes his companions laugh ...  that makes us truly blessed.

and, oh yes, we eat a lot!

apart from my daughters, the MOD squad makes me feel young again and lets me be me -- boisterous, vivacious, always young at heart.

wow all those adjectives! (i wonder how our editor, Ms. Chay, will edit that) ...

they tease me no end and tell me i'm their favorite among the MOD writers (and i'm sure they say this to all the other writers just so we submit our articles early or at least beat the deadline) ... they have a song for me,
they matchmake me with the old writers and photographers ... they drive me crazy even if i'm already one.

i'm not really sure if they love me already but i'm certain i found a friend in all of them. as that quote from robert louis stevenson goes -- "no man is useless while he has a friend."