Recall

Many schools attempted to make men out of children.
However they forgot to remind their students to remember the child.
Never knowing men grew back--needing to be nurtured once more.

Still John Uy

"This will not be the last time you'll hear from me..." -- John James Uy, Be Bench Grand Finals Night, September 11, 2007

I already knew that Carlo won since it was in the papers last week. (Congratulations to Carlo's fans!) Last night, I watched the event on TV, just so I could see how John fared in the finals. He was still the hottest! I must admit though that he looked as if he doesn't know where to go during the segment where they had wings.

When they announced that John is eliminated, I felt his pain. Awang-awa ako sa kanya. I felt like I wanted to be there and hug him and tell him it's okay (Haha, grabe na ito, IN MY DREAMS!!!).

I think he expected that he will win, or make it to the top four at the very least. He really looked shocked. I even thought he was gonna cry. But no, he did not. And that made me like him even more. I really wanted him to win the competition. Carlo was not my favorite, though he was really the first guy I noticed when I first watched Be Bench. And I admit he has a pretty face and a cute smile. But as the show went on, I lost interest in him. Oh well, that's life. They all deserve to be there, anyway.

Basta ako, kay John pa rin ako! Hehe. Hottest ever!

sojourner

this part of the city is ambivalent. observe those soft, yellow lights terribly equidistant as we are to pedestrians and passengers who populate the roads below. they serve to illuminate one who feels lost, to ask that easy man for directions, but nothing fancy like kindness.

but further behind the light, in covert places, is forgetting. the darkness knows how to heal what has happened to us in this city, even if only for few hours. close your eyes and believe at this tenderness now claiming your body, a kiss at a time, ebbing where there is need, yielding where you are firm, ending when there is painfully nothing left to give or to take.

a few minutes after, you light a stick at border of this comfort found within the city. the smoke dances away from you, toward the windows, until outside, it dissolves within that air you will breathe later, while you try to withstand the growing distance, while you slowly change as anyone and everyone else, headed for home.

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