People should just chill.

One of these days, I'd wake up with "EXCOMMUNICATED" etched on my forehead.

Despite my disagreement with some of its teachings, I am content being Catholic. Please don't ask me to defend that statement because I honestly wouldn't be able to justify it. It's the truth, is all. I just started going to mass regularly again and I feel... comforted by just finding myself inside the church. so much so that the thought of converting to any other faith seems so undoable to me (yes, even if the loveliest boys in the world are Jewish. Conservative, loyal, steadfast je... no, i won't cry.)

And yet, sometimes, sometimes, I wonder why we Catholics are so surprised that we get so much criticism.

Because things like this don't really do wonders for our reputation for being close-minded and unforgiving.

The same thing happened to Harry Potter, I remember. And what was the result of all that? NOTHING. J.K. Rowling still made money, I still enjoyed reading the seven books (including the much-hated last one), Dumbledore still got be to gay (Although, really, what was up with that revelation? You guys know that I'm all for pride, but I just didn't see the point. How was that relevant to the whole Harry Potter saga? Did she come up with that just for the sake of it? I just don't get the reasoning behind all of it.), and, as far as I know, we haven't found our planet overtaken by little wannabe witches and wizards ala Children of the Corn (except that they would be worshipping either "He Who Must Not Be Named" or "The Boy With The Scar" instead of "He Who Walks Behind The Rows", of course). At least not yet.

In any case, banning books and movies wouldn't do you any good. People, haven't all those years of hiding Playboy underneath your mattresses taught you anything?

And truthfully, whenever kids read about magic and wizards and saving the world by beating all sorts of horrible beasts, the last thing they'd do is sit and reconsider their religious beliefs. It's when they grow up and look at the utter mess the world is in that they do that.

Also, as much as I love the man's work, I think I would break Philip Pullman's atheist heart by telling him that after I sobbed and marveled at his three books, it actually reminded me of God and Adam and Eve and salvation much like how the Chronicles of Narnia left me with the greatest and most beautiful picture of what heaven would be like.

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My laziness has gone to a whole new level. I'm so reluctant to do... practically everything. I don't remember being anything but lazy, but still, when you notice yourself too spent from doing nothing to even eat, well, you might have a reason to get worried.

Not that i'm losing weight. I skip a meal and then my body just revolts in return and gets back at me by craving for (and consuming) everything and anything that could be considered edible. The other day, i found myself jonesing (and that's not an exag, i was positively shaking with need) for sweet and sour pork - the only thing on a chinese restaurant menu that I wouldn't normally even touch with my toe.

Our neighborhood Starbucks? I made them millionaires many times over. It's too bad we don't get those planners you Manila friends seem to love so much because I could've shipped you guys a gazillion of these.

I'm now here, sitting with my added poundage (my sister saw me in a tank top today and didn't even bother hiding her disgust when she bluntly told me, "Fuck, you're fat.") and my Speedy Gonzales heartbeat, trying to find something that will me put me in a good mood.

I am not succeeding.

You guys looking for something nice to do this Christmas? Make me smile.