holiday jeers

I don't really like Christmas. Especially here in our country where the xmas lights start to litter the metropolis and the radio barrages us with xmas songs as early as September, by the time Christmas day comes, you're so fed up with holiday cheer you just want the year to end already. Maybe because i found out about Santa Claus at such an early age so i dont really enjoy xmas unless i get a lot of gifts (ha!); i overheard my older siblings talking about my confidential letter to Santa when i was 8.
I was dis-illusioned about a lot of things in life as a child. Growing up surrounded by adults gave me a very "mature" perspective about life even at such a young age. Not to say that i had a boring childhood, contrarily, my mental life as a child was very colorful. I remember my Mom telling me that i was always talking about my adventures with my invisible friends, Pipip and Kola. Sigh. I still remember them and the great times we had; but i dont see them anymore. I think i stopped seeing them around the same time the PC was invented. Then i got addicted to TV and the internet and i lost touch with my childhood friends. Now i only have online friends, no more invisible friends.
Merry Christmas, Pipip and Kola. I miss you.

Alexander the Gweat

Watching Alexander is like watching a highly melodramatic PInoy telenovela. The scriptwriter was too fixated on Alexander's sexuality that he failed to paint the real man or, rather, the human behind the icon. It's like looking at Achilles and seeing only his heel. The most unforgettable scene for me was when Alexander's longtime "friend", Hephaistion, lay dying and he was lamenting by the window. It was highly amusing to see Alexander rant at the healer when it was all his fault that the other man died; if he had called the healer instead of crying like a schoolboy, his "best friend" would have had a chance.
My gay friends, PJ and O, and I left the cinema giggling to ourselves. What did we learn from the movie? That it was actually Alexander the Great who started the fad for brooches, ponchos, and that oh-so-sexy leather miniskirt. Hihihihi.
I learned more from watching Santa, Santita. AMEN.