Angels

 Your dead friend is now your angel.

And just when you lack the motivation to go on, he'll appear on your Memories to remind you of why you even started. You started for the almost the same reason he did - to somehow right the wrongs you made in your youth. So, remember that he was there with you through all the frustrating whole-day weekend Math classes. Remember that he was there with you to buy you that cup of ice cream to cool your head of the frustrations you were airing. That he was there with you to help you fix your misjudgments of your beau. That he was there with you to pour you a drink for all your troubles, for all your heartbreaks, and even for all your achievements - however little, however extravagant. Trust me when I say, that even when he's gone, he will still be there for you. He will still be there for you. Even when you weren't there for him to pour him a drink for the last time.

Your dead friend is now your angel.

And just when your heart has become too weary to be happy, he'll appear on your Memories to remind you that happiness is right where you are. Perhaps, you just needed to turn around a bit to see happiness clumped in a corner just behind you. Perhaps, you just needed to sprint a very short distance to join happiness in that very fleeting moment. Your friend will remind you that he was there, too, there in that perfect snapshot of happiness of that moment. So, remember that he will be happy to see you choose happiness amidst the toxicity of everything. Remember that he will be happy to see you conquer the challenges you are facing right now, just as you would have conquered the steep slopes of that mountain he told you about. Remember that he will be ecstatic to see you smile, to see you laugh, even when you were not able to see him do so in his death bed.

Your dead aunt is now your angel.

And just when your burdens have begun to feel as heavy as she was all those years ago that you had been her human walking stick on the way home, she'll appear on your Memories to remind you that your very core is as strong as your arms back then. So, remember that your heart may be heavy, and you may not know why it is so, but please, please remember, that you can carry it home, wherever home would be in this life. Remember that you have strong arms to lift the burdens you have up above. Remember that you can carry them while walking little step by little step towards your goal. your would be home.

You won't be needing additional angels. No, not right now. 

Your loved ones need not you to be their angel. No, not right now. So remember to live. Live and do not be just another memory. 

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Beckys on Binibining Pilipinas-Universe next year? Why not?

Filipinos really love humor.

As the 2011 Miss Universe Pageant came to a conclusion (Ms. Angola being crowned Miss Universe 2011), another viral video were made by the *drum roll* BECKYS.  These gay people just love to make people laugh hard by making spoofs of beauty pageants.

Their latest? Ms. Shamcey Supsup's Q&A portion:




I just ROFL when I watched this one. Though, I didn't understand a single word the two beckys had spoken. Haha. (Becky, by the way, is the Filipino slang word for bakla, or gay).



Anyway, watching this video made me reminisce our high school kalokohan.

Michaela Soriano

Jessamimi Muntinlupa

Photos stolen from my former classmate's Facebook account. Heh.

These are two of my guy classmates during high school. Yes, they are guys, I have no doubt about that. And, of course, those names are not their real names. So why were they dressed like that?

One boring Saturday afternoon in 2008, a group of kids were staying inside their classmate's (Michaela's) house. They were so tired during that time because they were practicing their Jingle-and-Rap piece the whole morning. One of them played the song Lady Marmalde on the CD player. A few moments later, the boys in the group started to make their own "Fashion Show." They dressed up their selves using Michaela's sister's clothes and acted like gays. Then someone from the group shouted, "And the winner is..." POOF!!! Another idea was created to ease their boredom! MS. CHUVA EK-EK 2008 PAGEANT was born! (There were actually four of the boys who joined that made-up pageant. I just can't find photos of the other two.)

'Twas really just a spur of the moment. Haha. Since then, I started to believe that bored minds can create the most creative ideas! :)

My favorite part of that pageant? The question and answer portion:

Question: If you were given a chance to become a woman, who do you want to be and why?

 Jessamimi Muntinlupa: Mariko Ogawa (our 5'5" plump classmate). Why? Because she is BIG!

Michaela Soriano: Jamaica Chavez (our boyish classmate). Why? Because I want to have muscles.

Antonette Carolina: Virgin Mary. Because I'm a virgin.

Jana Marca Remandabana: Julie Dongon (our classmate with huge frontal teeth). Why? Just look at her teeth!

Antonette Carolina won the pageant.

And, no, there was no swimsuit competition.

See Eireen Smile

I was browsing through Eireen's long-forgotten blog last night (for the nth time).

Eireen, by the way, is my high school friend. She was our class's poet during our junior and senior year. Her talent in poetry was 'discovered' when our English III teacher made us do numerous poems for the whole third grading period during that year. She was the one who'd always get the highest score, no matter what type of poem our teacher required us to write. There was actually a time when I envied her ('coz I was the one who took Creative Writing classes for two years, yet she beat me! Wtf!).

Anyway, this is a sample from Eireen:


Masked Love
by: Eireen Camille See Linang

I am a stalker.

A stalker, not a joker.

A stalker, who tries to follow you wherever, whoever.

A stalker who hides whenever you look back.

A stalker  who gaits whenever you’re with her,

A stalker who waits until the dark sets over,

A stalker who is obsessed to talk to you,

A stalker who only see is your face in any view.

A stalker who  tries to be in gaiety whenever you’re with somebody,

A stalker who smiles whenever you’re happy,

A stalker who cries whenever you’re sad,

and a stalker who is proud whenever you lend a hand.

I am a stalker.

A stalker, not a joker.

A stalker, who tries to follow you wherever, whoever.

I am a stalker and a lover.

I guess.

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I kinda miss her and her poems...

She's now taking up Information Technology Education at PNU. I wonder if she still writes. Gonna ask her on our barkada 'reunion'.