My All-Time Top 10 Favourite Christmas Movies

My Top 10 Christmas Flicks:

(Ones I never tire of re-watching, and keeps getting better every time I do.

Not to mention, I can watch it at any part of the year, and still feel Christmas-y.)

1. Home Alone

Starring Macaulay Culkin

2. How The Grinch Stole Christmas (2-D Animation)

By Dr. Seuss

3. The Nightmare Before Christmas

By Tim Burton

4. While You Were Sleeping

Starring Sandra Bullock

5. The Holiday

Starring Cameron Diaz, Kate Winslet

Jude Law and Jack Black

6. Scrooged

Starring Bill Murray

7. A Christmas Carol (3D-Animation)

Starring Jim Carrey

8. The Muppet Christmas Carol

Starring Michael Caine

9. Tokyo Godfathers

By Satoshi Kon

and last, but never the least

10. Elf

Starring Will Farell

Try to watch them!

Enjoy!!!

Facebook, Personal Return

What could have possibly urged Facebook to come up with activation and de-activation settings in general? As I mentioned in my previous input concerning Facebook ‘Delirium’, I’ve a hunch that it had something to do with one’s reputation on-line while our reality-spaced life is busy on its own.

Of course one may argue that our on-line life is a mere reflection, or a snapshot-collection of our reality. However others may contest that on-line in itself is a different life, another entity, one we can easily manipulate and alter as we please. After all, perception on-line is heightened. You control what you want to be seen. Edit, fix, use photoshop and all other kinds of alterations. You can stare at the same face for hours, studying profile pictures and albums and reading previous comments, creating ones and monitoring anybody (who’s your ‘friend’) including yourself.

To me, it is a form of vanity. Apart from myself, there are others.

And others are in form of friends and family.

See, this is the point where I technically surrender to the ‘Facebook Way’. Yes, it’s an admittance. Yes, it feels like some sort of defeat. Yes, I’m back.

But this time, for better reasons.

I once began Facebook for the sake of reminiscing; your typical high school story where she wanted to see her old friends check out their old photos. (Not so old!!!)

And then it snowballed into something bigger, and I realized I was tweaking my profile more frequently than I should.

Saying all these things, simply to point out that I’m finally accepting what I have intentionally neglected for this long.

There have been various reasons, and when I say various, I really mean a variety. From ex-boyfriend issues, to photo-lifestyle-pseudo-competitions, to account-hacker(s) and not to mention, creepy stalkers who keep on adding you and God knows whether they’re just changing their profile pics every time it’s a new one.

There were many reasons why I had to just quit. I couldn’t help but think what other profilers thought of me, that anyone smart enough can hack in, no matter how tough Facebook can protect my account. But I always worried about my long-time friends who would ask me when we bump into each other, ‘Where are you in Facebook?’ . ‘Did you de-activate your account?’ , ‘Come back na kasi!’ , ‘If you’re serious about blogging, get your Facebook back.’ , ‘Just don’t add him/her when you get another one.’

None of those arguments could persuade me. Not really.

Especially not if I wrote not long ago a blog-article pertaining to my delirium over Facebook, and how much it can consume my time, even if it was in fact, little. (The fact that I obsessed over the details makes it feel so invested. Couldn’t believe myself that I was committed to an on-line representation. It was a little too shocking to me, basically because not all the applications or status messages or fan pages could define who we really are, let alone what we show in our reality-space-in-the-flesh lives.)

It was my loved ones. You know, those people who supported and loved me thru thick and thin; Who loved seeing me in Facebook and getting in touch with me with just a click, typing here and there.

I can’t bear it for long…not having to show them our precious taken memories from mere cameras and have it display in the most influential on-line network yet.

FYI. I’m back because this time, no strings attached, I’m coming in just as me. For myself first, and consequently for others. I’m going to use Facebook to help me understand myself, my friends and all the colourful interests invested by other people. I’ll try my best to be more careful. But knowing Cyberspace, let alone life, that’s never genuinely possible.

Technically, I’m taking the risk.

Where it all boils down

Nature literally ate thru my memories.

Our house have always had the problem of termites to deal with. For one, they love to make houses from the ridges of our walls and two, they eat anything (of course) in their midst made out of wood.

So we made adjustments as called for and transformed storage areas into compartments of glass, pyro-glass, and even ended up making our interior look stylishly modern.

My custom-made closet, which was used to be made out of wood became steel & glass with a touch of mirrors. I had the liberty of having a shelf made out of glass, and has now served a great purpose in my room.

However, our second floor is still made out of narra, and as we still prefer to keep our narra despite natural crises (there was a time it flooded in our second floor thru the terrace, and the narra broke up along the edges, so we had to get used to the uneven floor then on) I find myself still battling it out with the ambitious termites.

They went under and up in my supposedly invincible shelf, however do not fret, no, thank God, they did not eat my books, unfortunately, they ate my 'time capsules', boxes made out of italian paper filled with cards and papers from long-ago memories that I so wished to preserve.

Out of a bundle, only four items survived:

A small Christmas card from my best friend.

A singing competition ticket where I supported friends, not to mention a crush (I leave notes at the back of receipts and some tickets).

Another Christmas card from the people I work with at Church.

Yet another Christmas card from my mentor at the university.

A Valentine's card from my dear parents.

And lastly, an invitation card, the 'prototype', I spared for myself from my 18th birthday, my debut.

It gave me the chills when all the cards that had something to do with the Holy Family were competely preserved. Scratches here and there, but it's still crisp and clean over-all. I can run my finger on the paper's matte surface and it felt as if it was just bought.

These items remained intact.

But what they stand for is what baffled me the most.

They were the people I trusted. Loved. And cared for.

They represented my family, my friends, my womanhood, and most of all, my faith.

It all boils down to the essentials.

Even if everything else are taken away,

the most important things stay.

Today, I was reminded of that. Though in an unusual form, a reminder still.

Steady Burn

Is it either none or everything?

When Black and White becomes too hard, too serious, too forlorn, is that when other colours start flooding the picture?

I remember saying how simple everything is, that only man makes things complicated.

But had I bothered to ask why?

As much as I hate complicated, when people say life isn’t simple, that it’s complicated, is it because we made all these rules and regulations, all these exceptions and limitations that we may have actually blinded ourselves from the simplicity of reality, only because we couldn’t take it?

Or is it, that precisely because we couldn’t take it, adding colours apart from black and white seemed to be the practical solution of living with reality; make this, make that, do this, do that, then you can have this, you can have that. Because by chance, if black and white was all there were, we couldn’t have worked hard for it, or it was all too easy to burn, or too easy to fly.

In the beginning there were only two coulours. And then as I grew older, I saw a hint of blue, a hint of red, and then some yellow, a splash of green and so on.

Have you ever tried burning all colours into one?

How majestic. Terrifying, but majestic.

Facebook Delirium: How Badly Do You Want It?

To be honest, it had come to a point that I wasn't able to share anything at least once a week.

Which technically defeated the premise and point of this blog.

However, as the point and focus is simply to publish an entry once a week, I shall commence in writing and continue what I started, despite the lapses of entries.

Facebook Delirium: How Badly Do You Want It?

Recently, I've just deleted my first and only Facebook Account that held 400+ friends, 0 applications and a couple of entries on poems, blog entries and my personal favourite, my history of status messages.

My turning point was staring at my Facebook personal page and waiting for people to comment on my photos or greet me with anything. I would type in status messages that was supposed to catch attention, or inspire thoughtful conversations. For a while it worked how I visualized it to. Definitely I was amazed by how far and fast Facebook could connect you to people.

Without even trying to talk to them up close, checking their profiles seem to be enough to tell you how they are at the moment.

And the same way could they identify with me.

I understand how creative and resourceful the mechanics of Facebook could be, but as the weeks pass by, I get the feeling that I was starting a habit that was bound to push thru if I didn't put a stop to it.

The question was, is it a bad habit, or a good one?

The nature of Facebook on the first place is most obviously understood from its welcome page,

'Facebook helps you connect and share with the people in your life.'

With that said, how can anyone not want to get a free account?

I put up an account for myself to share pictures from high school. I thought it was a long overdue responsibility to inform others that I have stolen snapshots of our good times together, and I took several of them that never got a place in any of our school yearbooks. So I finally decided to give it a place in Facebook.

It worked and I was an FB-user for almost a year.

My friends, I noticed, would constantly change their pictures, their stat messages, and update their activities. I was amazed by their snapshots and their fast-paced lives. I was personally motivated to document mine by regularly taking pictures of myself and updating my stat message according to my mood, or to a major activity/project I concerned myself with.

Until I got tired. My life. My current activities. Do they all have to be in Facebook? Because it's become so personal, it became so trendy, it was an Idea to reflect your every-moment or current position in the Internet by the powerful Facebook.

I was aware that other people deleted their accounts 'permanently' due to security reasons.

Although I have my own worries (my account had been hacked and FB asked me to change my password, and ever since I never left my Messages without deleting all traces of correspondence--which were my only FB treasures.)it wasn't really due to security reasons why I deleted it.

It felt like a fun-pressured rat-race. I know it's different for each one of us, but for me, Facebook became a place where you're ought to share something online if you care for your 'cyberspace-identity' or your online-representation.

The truth is that I can hardly keep up with my reality-space life. How much more for a cyberspace, Facebook-empowered identity?

It's still online. Despite the many blessings found in the Internet, let alone Facebook, I find that cyberspace is still a fickle world to trust in.

I still believe in technology however, which is why I rely on e-mails when it comes to online-correspondence or sharing of pictures. As for getting in-touch with my friends, texting is next to breathing here in the Philippines, and that comforted me at the thought of losing my FB account.

I may not be able to use all the 'cool' applications served in Facebook (which I never partook in on the first place; I always thought it was a waste of time--that I could've been doing more important things--which I did--instead of using them.) or 'connect with friends' the Facebook-way, but one thing's for sure:

Friends are friends, with or without Facebook.

Family is family, with or without Facebook.

However,

Facebook cannot serve its purpose, without the support of the people.

As for all Facebook-users, each has a grateful or special story to tell. I don't contest that. Even I have my own good memories in FB.

But it tires me and I find that it's been eating a lot of my time.

As good and tempting as it can be, I just don't want it any longer.

Romance VS. Friendship

Is Courtship overrated?

Panliligaw, archaic?

What of Dating?

All the same?

Going through all those men and women, in the end, had it all been in vain? Not just the middle; there may have been an err at the beginning also.

And for a while, I debated with myself:

Why do I allow myself to be entertained by those I hardly understand?

My Aunt J, who professed that she preferred thrills and confusion in relationships, may give evidence or proof to our inclination of feeding our curiosities.

Back to the question, why do I even bother (rephrased) being with others whom I either find difficulty relating to, or have no interest, simply put, of relating with?

Surprisingly, the answer, is the same way why I bother relating to those I am interested with, to those I am comfortable with, and to those I admire.

They say Openness can build friendships.

Friendship entails, to me personally, that lack of expectation from a person doing good for you; I don’t expect my friends to do something good to me, because their being there is good done unto me already. Their presence (near or far, you feel and know your friendship exists), their characters, and consequently their words and actions are the basic reasons why I am friends with them. Because I trust their presence. I trust their character, their words and actions. But I don’t expect them to be ‘this kind of person’ or ‘to do this or that’. Because as individual persons, only they have the ability to want what they want to show to me or to others. And I am the only one in control of what I want to show to others. And no one can control (or be me, intricately and internally) how I give. Only they, and I, can only expect ourselves, to do what we want, the way we do.

Hence, we support and respect our individualities and our principles as separate entities. And in that respect, we were surprised that what we wanted for each other was actually our well-being. Where you look after one another. And in the process, you learn how to love.

My failure and mistake in terms of courtship stemmed off from the assumption or stereotype that it ‘must’ begin with interrogation, a strict exchange of information, and of reading the other party’s motivation in wanting to know the other.

Worse, that only the man ‘make the moves’, or efforts, while the woman waits and even entertains others.

It took an old friend, and a book by Blaine Bartel to remind me of my philosophy courses in UAP, especially in that of The Family, where good marriage is founded by Friendship.

I am not married. And I don’t know if I ever will be, but for us who are, and for us who will be, let it be known, no matter how redundant, that Friendship, in fact, lasts longer than Romance.

Yes, you need both, and it is not true, according to my Professor, Sr. de los Reyes of The Family of UAP, that courtship stops before Holy Matrimony; it goes on throughout married life. It begins before married life, and continues (as long as you both shall live…perhaps even beyond.)

I have had so much trouble being with somebody that I forget, a simple small truth, that before I expect so much commitment, so much exchange, that I listen so we could be friends first.

And if there had been no friendship to begin with, how could I have expected that the relationship would last long? If all there is were romance and promises, the ‘bond’ was due to die young, and, whenever renewed in vain, frequently.

Consequently, I burdened myself senseless because it was not sensible to begin with.

Of all things that are contained and maintained in relationships, Friendship is the rock by which all senses and sensibilities are tested.

Had I reminded myself this mere simple fact before, I would have spared myself long, scarred connections where some continue to haunt me today.

But as it is, I can only hope and pray, that I find a way to be more open, and more importantly, to love better.

Through friendship.

Wishes for Everyone

Wish-Broken…

I have heard of broken hearts, broken promises…but broken wishes, seldom do I hear much of the matter. And if the concept ruled in different terms, this is the phrase I thought of using.

I’d like to think it carries a much simpler, lighter degree of disappointment.

This way, it wouldn’t be much of a shame to admit that you had your wish broken. May it be an excuse for something worse, at least we all have an idea of what was, somewhat, taken away from us. Or broken.

For whatever is broken, logically speaking, if it is needed, if it is what is supposed to be, if it is good and for the good, then it ought to be mended. These requisites, although may look like one, don’t necessarily have to be fulfilled, but in my personal view, they have to be.

Wishes of the heart, if they are the only wishes that truly exist (apart from plausible others) they are the hardest wishes of them all. They go far beyond death, and they shine the brightest. I noticed even if it fails to be granted, it remains the same. Something you may frown at, smile at, or nod at whenever you look back.

Decisions, decisions…how do you make the best out of it? How do you contemplate without thinking for the worse, or the worst? If it’s bad enough, it can’t get any worse, right? If it’s good, it’s not supposed to go away?

In one of my Educ classes, our professor told us a message whenever we’re out there, teaching students,

‘Preparation, preparation, preparation.’ Just three words, and all the same.

But how do you prepare for things you don’t know? I’d go on about values and virtues all day (and may not even get it right, nor succeed) but at the end of it all, I know one thing for sure.

It was a line from a movie, and the man said to the woman, because she lost trust in the world,

‘If something good happens along the way, you hold onto it, until it’s time to let go.’

Is man selfish, that even in the end, it’s always been a journey with one’s self?

The truth, perhaps, is that journeys are made like adventures. You’re not alone. You’re on your own, but never alone. Something is always out there. For all of us. And how we deal with it, how we overcome, go through… it tells us who we are.

So as far as broken wishes are concerned, I know for sure there were adventures that dealt with more than one wish. And every time a star dies, could a new one be born? I hope so. Even if not, let’s make as many wishes as possible.

After all, they’re wishes. Some of them are bound to come true.