What If God Smoked Cannabis?

Weird Al Yankovich

If God had long hair, and a goatee
And if His eyes were pretty glazed
If He looked spaced out,
Would you buy his story?
Would you believe He had an eye infection?

And yeah, yeah God looks baked
Yeah, yeah God smells good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God smoked Cannabis?
Hit the bong like some of us
Drove a tie-dyed micro bus
And he subsribes to Rolling Stone

When God made this place
In the begining, did He plant any seeds?
Or did He put them there for Adam and Eve?
So they'd be hungry for the apple that the snake
Was always offering

And yeah, yeah God rolls great
Yeah, yeah God smells good
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

What if God smoked Cannabis?
Do you suppose He'd have a bust?
When He made the platypus
When He created Earth our home
Does He like Pearl Jam or The Stones?
And do you think He rolls His own?
Up there in Heaven on the throne
And when the Saints go marching home
Maybe He sits and smokes a bowl

Christmas Wishlist

A blog wouldn't be complete without a Christmas wishlist.

Says who?!

I told my friend Faye that the only reason why people post their wishlist on the web or in their respective blogs is so other people would know what to give to them for Christmas.

I think it defeats the purpose of sincere gift-giving. I like to be surprised by gifts people give to me.

I don't like the idea of posting a list for other people to buy. I'm the type of person who makes a list because I WANT TO BUY THOSE THINGS FOR MYSELF WITH MY OWN MONEY!

So in the spirit of Christmas. Wait, what I meant was in the spirit of hypocrisy, here's my own wishlist:

THINGS I WANT TO BUY/HAVE FOR MYSELF (not necessarily just for Christmas & in no particular order):

1. A black Hummer 1. (Of course I have to save for this. It'll probably take a lifetime but damnit I will have my Hummer!)
2. 20 pairs of custom-made Jimmy Choos.
3. A lifetime supply of Bread Pan! (Green or Red, I don't care! It's a cheap treat and it tastes yummy! No wonder it's always out-of-stock.)
4. A lifetime supply of Berri's Dark Grape Juice.
5. A lifetime supply of Eng Bee Tin's Hopia & Pork Kikiam. (You can't expect me to go to Binondo all the time just to get them... I still find the place scary!)
6. To be able to drive Michael Schumacher's F1 race car. Even for just a couple of minutes.
7. All the books in the world! Hardbound first editions of course! I've already started collecting them but.....
8. .....I want my own circular library.....
9. .....decorated with rare Gustav Klimt posters & prints.....
10. .....and with a chandelier right smack in the middle of the room made entirely of white & red Murano beads.

I'll keep my list short. Frankly, I forgot what other things I like.

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas!

It's the first time in almost 3 years that I'll be spending Christmas here at home. The house looks chaotic because of my mom's business. Boxes of the products that she sells are stocked up in every corner of our house. No room for Christmas decor save for Christmas lights and lanterns lining the fence & gate, and some dotting her plants and trees.

I don't care much for decors but I do miss our Christmas tree.

It doesn't matter. For some weird reason, I feel more Christmas-y than how I felt during the past couple of years.

Maybe it's because I finally had the courage to submit a resignation letter, quit my toxic job, have a normal schedule, sleep better, and see my friends.

Maybe it's because I've made a lot of new friends this year and couldn't be happier with that area of my life.

Maybe it's because we have a new addition to our family.

Maybe it's because bits and pieces in my life are slowly but surely falling into place.

Or maybe it's all of those.

I can't be more grateful for everything that's happened this year. It has been a gruelling year, full of trials, tears, hardwork. But all of those doesn't matter because what's important are the lessons I have learned, the knowledge I have gained & the friends that I met.

I couldn't be happier... I have never been happier.