Hello, Confucius

This year, my parents and I will spend the Holy Week in Boracay. Yes, Boracay. I really ought to feel guilty now because all I can think of are the food, the parties and the booze when I should really be reflecting on my spirituality, which I must admit has waned in the last few years.

Its almost impossible to believe now but I used to be a religious kid who went to mass four times a week, prayed the rosary every night, read books about the lives of Catholic saints and toyed with the idea of becoming a nun. These days, I’d rather go to the mall on Sundays than spend an hour in church. The last time I prayed the rosary was six months ago and the entire time we were praying, all I could think of was how badly I wanted to get it over and done with. Churches and religious artifacts still fascinate me but it is purely for aesthetic reasons. And as for joining the convent? Well, the last time I entertained the thought was six years ago which, to me, seems like an eternity.

While I still believe in the idea that there is a god, I find myself drifting farther and farther away from my convent-bred childhood which taught me that belonging to a religion is a surefire way to salvation. This notion about the nature of religious affiliation has made me wary about organized religion and what they stand for. My parents are not conservative Catholics but religion is still very much a big part of their lives. The hypocrisy of going to mass on Sundays just to appease them makes me wrestle not just with my own Catholic guilt as well as my conscience. But at the end of the day, my spirituality is not dictated by which religious denomination I belong to or which church I go to but a personal relationship between me and my god.

Everynight, I still say the same prayer my parents taught me when I was a child. I still ask the lord to bless my mom, my dad, my aunt, the chickens, the lizard and the dogs. And this Lenten season, I will ask the Lord to bless and guide me in this journey of life that I go through every single day.

I can’t believe that this little boy

has turned to this

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this

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this

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this

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and finally, to this

Hahaha. I have no words for the gayness. Sorry for the picspam, he’s just too fucking adorable.

Kakita ko sa isa ka forum para sa mga taga-Bacolod sang two ka topic nga daw na tawa gid ko. Hehe.

Favorite subject/teacher kag hatest teacher kuno from SSA. Wala lang. Daw ka sadyahan lang ko mag-reminisce sang akon GS/HS days. Haha. Ayteh.

I miss the sunset, the beach, the food and the booze.

One month. Just one more month before the fun, fun, fun under the sun starts.

I must have been so fucked up last night that I “accidentally” deleted my posts from April 2004 to August 2006. I didn’t realize I had deleted two and a half years of entries until I saw that I only have imported my posts from August 2006 to my new blog. The same thing happened four years ago when I moved my blog and forgot to backup my entries from 2003.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The Australian Open men’s finals on Sunday promises to be one explosive affair. My other boy Novak Djokovic (who beat Federer in straight sets!) will take on my boy Rafa’s conqueror, Jo-Wilfried Tsonga.

I would have wanted Rafa to be in the finals but then again there’s always the clay season for me to look forward to. Oh well.

It’s official. I’ve finally crossed over to the Dark Side. After over five years of being a die-hard Sony Ericsson mobile phone user, I caved in and got a Nokia NSeries phone.

And even though I hate to admit it, I love my new phone. Heh.

I feel sluggish. I feel like staying home and sleeping the whole day. This is bad.

I need something to get excited about. A new pair of shoes? A new phone? A visit from Mom, perhaps?

I always feel like this after spending a long time in BCD. I hate feeling this way because it makes me unproductive. This is so bad.

Homesickness sucks.

Here comes the year-end meme again. I’ve been doing this for the last three years and I thought about skipping it this year but I decided to it anyway.

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While surfing around the web for recent Formula 1 news, I found out that Fernando Alonso’s new teammate in Renault will be Nelson Piquet Jr who was the team’s test driver last season. When I first saw him a couple of years back during his days in A1 Grand Prix, I thought he was quite good looking. But damn, the guy is hot in the Giancarlo Fisichella kind of way.

Time for me to watch F1 again!