Photo Challenge Day 8!

Oh yeah. I didn’t even think hard about this. If there is something that I’ve been holding onto for the longest time now (that means you treasure it, right?) that would be this…

My Youth for Christ Covenant ID (in HDR soft filter :D). Do I even have to explain this? I have always pointed out that YFC is a big part of my life. It totally changed my outlook in life. What I am now and what I have become, most if it is because of YFC. YFC introduced me to God and gave me the chance to serve Him in little ways that I can. This ID has been with me for as long as I could remember. I was baptized on Oct. 23, 2005. That makes this ID 8 years old! Oh, boy. It’s even older than most seven year old kids… and, uhm, things. And our great leader once said that if I were to die and climb to heaven, I would just show St. Peter my ID and I’d be welcome. That’s awesome to the out-of-this-world level!

Day 8 easily wore off. Have a good day :D

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I did search "funny" in Google and I found this...

Try it. It's fun :D

Photo Challenge Day 7!

There are millions of photos in this world that make me laugh! You can type “funny pics” in Google, and voila, funny photos will come out. There’s just a lot of comedy going around wherever you are. As they say, laughter is the best medicine. One dude laughed out his cancer, and then… he died. Best medicine.

Anyway, here are the pics.

They’re my best buds in college! Especially during our last year where we joined together as a thesis group. They’re like the craziestest group of people you ever had the misfortune to work with in the most crucial part of your college academic struggle. Just look at us. And remind me again how on earth we managed to defend our thesis without too much questions from the panel. And try not to laugh! I know, it’s a warped version of my friend’s portraits, but believe me; they’re even funnier when they’re normal. *<laugh>*.

Day 7’s a breeze. Come on, is this really a challenge? *<Lol>* :D

Photo Challenge Day 6!

This is, again, a piece of tiramisu. I've thought of this a long time ago. And I came up with three people I’d like to trade places with for a day. The first one is…

You can’t blame me for wanting to be him even just for a day. Look at that guy! He’s the Iron Man! He is also Sherlock Holmes! Two of the most iconic, most loved, most idolized, most envied, and coolestiestest, wittiestiestest,  awesomestiestest characters ever imagined by a human brain! Aside from that, he is also 2013’s top-paid actor! A whopping 75 million US dollars! That’s a lot of PS4 and Xbox 360! Oh, man. And being an actor takes you to a lot of places. And it’s one of my dreams to travel round the globe someday. And being Robert Downey, Jr. might get it done :D

The next one is…

I’m not choosing him as Barrack Obama himself. I’m choosing him because he is the President of the United States, making him the most powerful man on Earth too (forget about Superman). If there is another president and not him, I’d choose him (not him as in Obama). For simplicity, I would trade places to whoever sits in the most powerful seat of them all. Aside from Zeus’s, of course. There is just a lot, and I mean a lot, of things that you could do when you are the President of the United States. I can make longganisa ­for free for example. That would be a great law, right?

The last one is…

I’m not talking about Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter. I’m talking about the character itself, Harry Potter. And it would be the coolest thing ever to step foot in Hogwarts and attend to classes like Charms, Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and even Potions even just for a day! But I can skip History of Magic and Divination. And fighting Voldemort. Oh my G! I said You-know-who’s name! *<laugh>*. He's dead, anyway. Wouldn’t you want to be on Hogwarts too?

And among the three, I can break it down to just… yeah, Robert. And forget about all the reasons that I just said. The main thing why I wanted to be him even just for a day is because I want to wear this…

Oh, yes. The Iron Man suit. There, I said it. And, of course, I wanna talk to Jarvis too. That’s another cool thing.

Day 6 is over. Don’t forget to comment and answer the survey. 

Movie Buff Me 2: First Five Favorite Local Movie Lines

As promised, I’ll be writing my favorite and remembered local movie lines so as not to patronize discrimination in my own blogspot. But I have to admit, of course, that I prefer foreign films than our very own simply because I find them more substantial. By substantial, I mean, the storyline, casting, acting quality, special effects, twists, and, of course, graphics. But, of course, over the years, local films are transforming from bad, to good, to better and can actually be in line with foreign movies. Bravo!

So, without further ado (as always said during introductions of someone or something, but they actually furthering ado just by saying it), I give you another 20 lines that sure are still encrypted in my delicate memory. These, once again, are randomly chosen. No ranking, for short.

Dig in.

1. “Kung ganyan ka ng ganiyan, lahat ng nagmamahal sa’yo, tinataboy mo, hindi ka magiging masaya.”

-Rosalie from the movie “Ang Pulubi at ang Prinsesa”

**This line sure was filled with emotions when young Rosalie said it. She was actually crying. Me, too, I guess. The ‘Prinsesa’ named Nica was saying bad things to her and literally knocking off the food Rosalie politely offered her. What a spoiled brat. Doesn’t even know how to say ‘Hey, thank you for saving my life over those kidnapping good-for-nothing pips. I owe a lot you!”. And that makes me mad! *<clenched teeth>*. Well, as they say, and I say, too, good antagonists make their viewers hate them and actually curse them. I guess Nica was a good ‘bad girl’. You see, in the movie, Nica was kidnapped by a syndicate operating in kidnapping and making the poor kids roam around the town begging for money and eventually issuing the collected alms to them. In this case, Nica wasn’t a part of it. She was kidnapped for ransom. Nica is, of course, a ‘Prinsesa’, so, she is wickedly rich. Rosalie, on the other hand, was sold by her money-drooling aunt (I’m not exactly sure that was her aunt) to the syndicate. Oh, by the way, Rosalie was also looking for her long lost mom. So, while at syndicate’s cruel hands, Nica was held captive, forced to eat foods that, in her standards, were not foods, at all. When the police came, things got worse (that’s one thing local moive police got in common: making things worse), a guy aimed a shot on Nica but Rosalie heroically jumped in between Nica and the speeding bullet and got shot instead. Good thing was, she was just hit in her arm. And the hit was what they call ‘daplis lang’. But, despite all these, Nica remained evil! Until, of course, the sudden change of heart that took place later in the movie. What an ungrateful little girl.

2. “Kayo…”

-Winona from the movie “My Only U”.

A Funny movie. And quite sad, too. I remember myself shedding a tear when I watched this movie. Anyways, Winona said this line after being freed from the unsuccessful scheme of Bong and his friends to let her stay at home all day. You see, when Winona woke up one morning, there was no electricity, no gas, no nothing. And their door was artistically blocked by nailed pieces of woods. Only to protect her from any possible cause of death. I’ll make it clear, Winona’s ancestry way back from Jurassic period, didn’t manage to live their lives to the fullest. No one, I say no one, in her family tree, reached the age of 25. And a day before her 25^th birthday, Bong planned to imprison her in her own room so as to avoid any ‘Final-Destination-like’ cause of death. But, obviously, it didn’t work. And Winona didn’t like it, too. And she also added that if they keep on doing things like that, they are actually reminding her of her doom!

3. “Sheryosho ka ba?”

-Oprah from the movie “Bulong”

One thing I like about local movies is its bravery in mixing two entirely different genres with still having its sense of seriousness in its storyline. In this case, HORROR and COMEDY mixed. Sure I did have the strangest opportunity to come across movies like Scary Movie 1, 2, 3, and 4. But I found it so OA! They do comedy the perverted way. And everything they do is just way out of line. By ‘they’, I mean the actors in it. So, the storyline is just actually a second offering. Because they somehow focused on making the viewers laugh. And I realized, I will not consider it a mash-up between horror and comedy anymore. Because it’s just plain comedy. Bulong is different. The comedy is there, and the story is not left behind. They made it actually very interesting. Movies like this, in my opinion, should have hit the blockbuster list. So, this particular line, was delivered few minutes before the movie ended. You see, after their perilous adventure of searching for Lala, they managed to get out safe and sound, and most importantly, mission accomplished. And I guess, along the way, they finally realized they love each other. Something that’s still blurry at the first scenes of the movie. Quite a turn over, actually. So, Conan gave Oprah a ring, that I’ll-give-you-this-ring-can-i-marry-you? kind of ring. And I’d like to point out the awesomeness behind the naming of the characters. There is Conan, there is Oprah, and there is Ellen! Whoa, three of the most notable and most awarded American TV hosts!

4. “Alam mo ba? Haunted house ‘yan. Maraming ghost diyan.”

-“My Precious” from the movie “D’ Anothers’

There is nothing really special in that line when you read it your way. But it did catch my attention the other way. You see, a girl (or a hag), who I can’t remember the name but always referred to as “My precious” by the villain, said it quite peculiarly. She said ‘hoooss’ rather than saying the correct pronunciation of ‘house’. And instead of ‘ghost’, she said ‘ghoooost’. Jesus (say He-Sus), the main character in the movie (who freaked out easily on literally anything ghostly) was about to receive an inheritance in a form of a 25 million ancestral house. The problem was, this house was also a house for a lot of differently-mannered ghosts.

5. “I… never… said… that… I LOVE YOU!”

-Val from the movie “Ang Cute ng Ina Mo”

**This is one of the modernized comedies. When I say modernized, I say modernized. You must, of course, notice the significant differences on how comedy looked like before and how it is now today. In my own point of view, today’s comedies are full of exaggeration. To great effect, of course. Today’s generation’s definition of comedy goes down to EXAJ. And this movie is one of them. Here’s another thing from today’s comedy. They are fond of quoting lines from more serious movies and with comedic touch on the line, they deliver it hilariously. Now, that’s awesome. This line was delivered some time at the last part of the movie, when Val’s mother’s real daughter finally realized the wrongness of her scheme: to prove to her father that her mother is a good-for-nothing creep who loves younger guys, drinks a lot, plays extreme badminton, and puked on her. She asked for forgiveness but everything was too late, of course. I mean, not really. Local comedies always end with happy ending.

That’s five of them. And there are more to come. You just wait :D

For favorite foreign movie lines… click here.

Photo Challenge Day 5!

A favorite memory. Oh, boy. This is, by far, the mostiestest, difficultiestest challenge. I mean, how could you have a favorite memory? But, ok, I’m gonna try to rack my mind, the innermost part of my memory, and look for something that I could label as my favorite. Let me see…

How about this...

Forget about the people in the picture. They’re not the focus of my favorite memory. Look at the building instead. That’s Capul Agro-Industrial School’s Vo-Ag Building (Edukasyon ang Solusyon according to Sec. Lapus). And come to think of it, up until now, I never knew the meaning of Vo-Ag! How silly of me. So, uhm, let’s try to come up with something that best suit the name of the building. Is it Voracious-Agree? Or Vocabulary-Agitation? Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyway. I grew up calling the place Vo-Ag. So, I think it’s better to keep it that way.

Anyway, that’s my favorite memory. Not only that I spent a lot of cool time with my high school friends at that particular building, it’s also the same building that witnessed me emerging into a full-pledged Youth for Christ! Along with 59 other participants. See? That’s something you may consider favorite. YFC has been and still a great part of my life, and it all started there. The rooms in that building served many purposes. 

Take a look.

Oh, boy! Forget those faces. I mean, they have nothing to do with what I have to say. *<laugh>*. Sorry, you guys. That building to your right served as our kitchen. It’s also the same room that witnessed me eating Ampalaya for the first time! And it wasn’t bad after all. It’s just bitter. And we had no other choice. It’s either you eat and get energized, or not and die! The room next to it was our Mathematics room. And I had a lot of funny memories in there. Oh, high school. Come back please! The room at the far end, the one near that lady in orange used to be the Baptism room. It’s where we were taken to be baptized on that fateful night. Pretty logical, obviously. And in the afternoon before the baptism, we had our confession in there. With Fr. Añosa, I think. That was really awkward, man. Face to face with a priest. I can’t do it anymore. I’m close to most priests now. That’s just too awkward. I still love confessing with my face hidden.

That’s me! But don’t mind me. And that photo bomber there. Look at your left. The first door belongs to the room that served as our session hall during our youth camp. It is where most of the activities were done, including the five talks and all the crying. There were games too. I remember “Chimmy Chimmy Chummy” and “Buntis na Anay”! Oh, nostalgia! And there were a lot of teaching of songs. But the one thing I learned first (and the only song I learned the entire youth camp) was “Sure Foundation”. A very easy song to remember, indeed. But I know a lot of praise songs by now. I just love listening to songs for God. It takes you to the zone, man. You feel like you’re near heaven. Oh. Heaven!

And if you walk straight, then turned left, you’ll reach the room where we slept for two nights. The room that witnessed all our craziness. It used to be our Senior Filipino room. I don’t know if it is still Filipino room now. You see, Vo-Ag is shaped like a U. with a concrete path at the center separating two Kalachuchi trees. And directly opposite to where we were eating was our barracks. Our sleeping room. I couldn’t find a photo of it, though. Sorry!

So that’s it! Day 5 done! Don’t forget to comment. 

Heroes of My Life: Kuya Brent

I think it’s time for the next SUPERHERO in my life. This sure was not easy to think about. I mean, who comes next? Because I have to weigh in the amount of influence and inspiration of all the people I thought to qualify to be a HERO in my life. But I think this next one deserves the 2nd spot. Because, once in my life, this one made me persevere in my service even when Ate Rhea left. Not literally left, of course. She just transferred to another place in search for a greener pasture. But all her teachings are all left behind. And still inspired us to fight for God.

And just like what I did with the first HERO of my life, all the pictures in this post were taken from my albums. Just so I would not be violating any copyrights.

Let me now introduce you to this guy…

Quite a charmer, huh? You betcha. Now this guy here is called Brent. This was taken millions of years ago when we were both still college students and super-duper active with our service in YFC. I’m out of college now and he’s a teacher (believe it!). We kind of tracked different paths now, but all of the things he shared with me (and that also include the fun things) are still etched in the deepest part of my heart. This man made the Green Lantern look like a boy who couldn’t lift his ring. He was so perseverant with his service that it came out from his system and transmitted it to me and to all the other pips out there who came across this little charm’s way. It’s like an aura of a Super Saiyan. People like Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Goten, Trunks and a whole lot more. This photo was specifically taken during our out of town trip to Malbar, Catarman, Northern Samar to hold a Youth and Kids Camp simultaneously. The challenge, however, wasn’t in the camp. We were trained for it, man. The true test was the walking-for-two-hours-in-a-muddy-terrain-while-raining-with-no-footwear-going-there-and-going-back-home part (I’ll give you more visuals later with some photos). Whoa. Quite a big work, huh. But we managed to get through with it and even had some time for a little fun that included picture-taking, swimming at the river, more picture-taking, and still more picture-taking. At that time, we were both members of what is called PCG or Provincial Core Group of Northern Samar. He was the Sector Head of Sector A and I was the head of Campus-based Program. Sector A covers San Vicente, Capul (a very beautiful island with very beautiful inhabitants… sorry for being biased… I came from that place ), San Antonio, Victoria, Allen, Lavezares, Rosario, San Jose and Bobon. See how many YFC’s would that be? And Kuya Brent is the head of all those towns mentioned. A very challenging challenge that challenged his already challenged challenges. I love challenges. Lol. What I’m trying to say is that it will take tons of determination, perseverance, commitment, and hard work to handle and lead such a colossal group of YFC’s. But he managed it, man. See? He’s the man.

I first saw him at our Alma Mater back in high school. But we’re not yet close to each other at that time. I stick with my classmates, of course. And thanks to YFC, I was able to extend the range of my friendships to other year levels. Awesome times thirty two! We started being friends at our Youth Camp in October 21-23, 2005. I will never forget that date, dude. We’re batchmates, man. And that started the great chemistry between us. Nah. Don’t think about chemistry as chemistry-chemistry. What I really want to say is that we had this, uhm, harmony in doing the same thing we both love to do: serving God through YFC. After that Youth Camp, a whole lot more opportunities opened for the both of us… and that included being provincial leaders. Cool. But before that, we, together with all those people behind the youth camp and those newly baptized YFC’s, shared a lot of fun activities to last a lifetime. Unfortunately, due to limitations in technology at that time, I don’t have documentations of all those activities. Cellphones at that time were cameraless, man. There were a few, of course, but that would mean tears on my parents’ pockets. So forget it. Even digital cameras at that time were for the richest of the richest only. So forget it too. But other than cameras and phones, there’s another thing that would capture every event… memory. Your internal memory. Unless, of course, you have 15-minute short term memory loss just like Sanjay Singhania. But that’s another story. But since those events happened eons ago, I only remember few things. Let me enumerate them for you. A fair few numbers, of course. Not all of them.

1. Our first fellowship. Well, we’re still not close at that time. So I still have no idea about his greatness.

2. Our Covenant Orientation. Same old, same old.

3. Our Household Training. No idea.

4. Highlights I. Now that I know of. And allow me to extract some of the things that happened that time in my memory system. This idea of conducting a whole day activity before that year’s Vicarial Youth Camp at Lavezares was Kuya Brent’s. Together with some of the parish youth leaders, we had a meeting at the Church grounds to discuss some things for the upcoming VYC. As far as I could remember, that particular meeting were composed of Kuya Ace (that time’s Parish Youth Head), Ate Manel, Ate Dianne, Ate Rose, Kuya Brent, and me. There were probably more, but it’s all what I can remember. We talked about the gap that somehow existed between YFC’s and Familia Singles that time. Not that we meant for it to happen, it just did. Kuya Brent thought that this indifference between the two renewal groups would somehow affect the unity and teamwork of Capul’s delegation. You see, our delegation was composed mostly by youths from the two said communities. So he came up with the scheme to bond the two groups with a super glue. What do you call it? Bull Dog? That’s it? Oh… what I mean was to bond the two groups with an activity that would bond the two groups. Uhm… redundancy alert. I really don’t care. *<Lol>*. It was even Kuya brent who came up with the event’s name. He wittingly, out of nowhere, called it Highlights. See? Very artistic. In fact, there came two more events that were named Highlights. It was called Highlights II and Highlights III. So that made the first the Highlights Highlights I. Correct me if I’m wrong. This said event opened friendships between the two groups. We shared a lot of moments making it a momentous event. Bravo! I can even still recall that I was a speaker during that day. My talk was entitled, uhm, egg? I’m not really sure. But one thing I am certain of is that the title contained ‘egg’ in it. The talk included a short activity that involved an egg (fresh, unbroken, unbeaten and most of all, unstinky), newspapers, masking tapes. The idea was to cover the unspoiled egg with the newspaper and locking it in place with the use of some password. Kidding. With the masking tape, of course. We did it by group. I even made them name their groups with ‘egg’ in it. And I can still remember one group who eruditely called their group ‘Eggning’. See how creative the youths of Capul were. The main challenge of the game is for the egg inside the taped newspaper to endure being dropped from a relatively high ground without breaking. Seemed impossible, huh. We started few feet high from the group consecutively dropping each groups’ eggs. And it got higher and higher and higher until I couldn’t extend my arms any longer. And the group with the least damage in their egg, or none at all, wins the game. I really couldn’t remember which group won but I’m pretty sure one group won. In between those drops, by the way, the members of what was then called Lucky Me (a group composed of me, Kuya Brent, a dude called Cyril, another called Louie, and yet another called Jan Jan) had fun throwing and catching the groups’ eggs with some distance in between just so to add some intensity on the game. I miss those guys. Sigh. I may have forgotten the winning group, but I totally still remember the message of game. It’s all about eggs getting more and more expensive as time pass. And other than that, I told them that the wrapped egg represented us in general. The egg (not yet wrapped) signified the youth in their most vulnerable selves. Temptations around them are most powerful when they lack faith in God. One drop would have spilled the insides of the egg even with just few inches above the ground. The newspaper and the tape together resembled the Christ-centered youth groups that introduced them to God and nurtured their spirituality. Even when I dropped that winning group’s egg from a great height, the egg remained unscathed. I hope you get the idea. And so, along with the other talks and fun games, the event sure did reach its goal: to break the gap between YFC’s and FS and made a united, bonded and stronger delegation for VYC. In fact, as of this moment, the friendship still remains.

5. Vicarial Youth Camp. It happened at Lavezares, Northern Samar. Three days and two nights of fun with God. I’ll not narrate everything that happened during the camp. Maybe a few things that still remains in my delicate memory. I remember getting on the venue together with all the members of our delegation on Mano Bobit’s jeepney. Literally on Mano Bobit’s jeepney because I happened to ride at the, uhm, how do you call it anyway?... rooftop? Whatev. I remember waking up late at night because the sky decided to cry and our tent wasn’t strong enough for the tears from heaven. In no time at all, our place would have been flooded if we hadn’t evacuated and took all our belongings inside the Church. I remember going to Allen with Kuya Brent for a very important Provincial Core Meeting at Allen’s YFC Couple Coordinator’s place. Can I say sorry? Well, we kind of, went to that meeting without asking permission. Sorry. I remember teasing Mikee (Micaela Ma. Agnes C. Tan) about the headbanded boy who talked with her, sort of, privately. I remember sitting with Mikee ((Micaela Ma. Agnes C. Tan) at the Church for a mass still teasing her about the headbanded guy. I remember writing ‘Mikee love Headband Boy’ at the back of my ID. I remember walking around the town with candles in our hands. I remember getting pissed over the poor reception at Lavezares. I was kind of texting the whole time. I remember having fun. That’s it. Perfect.

6. Vicarial Youth Camp at Capul. I wasn’t there, actually. I was in Manila taking my vacation. And can you just imagine the frustration I felt that time? An epic event I had the most unlucky twist of fate to miss. Pfft. I couldn’t tell anything that’s connected with the things that occurred during the camp. But I could tell you that during this event Kuya Brent was made the Chapter head of YFC Capul. Awesome! And Mikee (Micaela Ma. Agnes C. Tan) as the Chapter Leader. Awesome times two!

7. Batch 11 Youth Camp. This was epic. This was the first youth camp that Ate Rhea wasn’t in. But I knew that time that her prayers were with us because the camp ended a success. Kuya Brent headed the event. And he sure did his work great. He even made me the speaker of the first talk: God’s Love and His plans for us. He put a massive faith in me to entrust a very important talk for someone like me who, at that time, was still doubtful over his self. And I made it a challenge to myself to not fail him over this gargantuan responsibility of introducing God, His great love, and his wonderful plans for us, to the participants. And I hope I did my part well enough. From the first minute to the very last of that youth camp, I was happy. And I knew for a fact that we, with Kuya Brent’s leadership, did our jobs well. And it was sure memorable for me. It was the day I, eherm, met a, uhm, girl. Yeah. A girl. I couldn't really divulge the details. Lame.

8. Youth Camp at Allen. Whoa. This is one of the most memorable youth camps ever. This is the first time I served at a youth camp outside Capul. Let’s see. Kuya Brent, with her connection to Ate Mae Ann, the chapter head of Allen, invited us to serve. Apparently, they met at the weekly YFC campus gathering at UEP. I’m not really sure. And so, together with Kuya Brent, Leonel, Ate Cherry Ann, and Kier, we went to Allen for some action. And, again, Ate Mae Ann made me talk. Talk one again. But, hey, I accepted it. Because I had to. She gave me the manual a few hours before the start of the camp. Can you believe that? This girl sure loved everything instant! And she also made Kuya Brent the speaker for talk two: Who is Jesus Christ to Me. Whoa. The good thing was I already did talk one. And I was pretty confident with the talk. Plus the fact that my audience would have no idea who I was. If I messed up, well, they didn’t know me. And again, narrating the whole thing would mean longer webpage. So I would just cite few moments that sure made that camp memorable (in no particular order). I remember meeting Kuya Jayson, a former Provincial Youth Head, whom I didn't have any idea that he would be my teacher in my course today. I should call him Sir Jayson. He told us about a particular sin most Catholics fail to acknowledge. It’s called sacrilege. Receiving the Body of Christ during the Mass without confession is a sin. From then on, when I go to Church to hear the Mass, if I’m not yet confessed, I refrain from receiving the Body of Christ. Ate Mae Ann even told me that Sir Jayson was his inspiration in her service. Something that happened during the ILC in Subic. I remember doing the participants ID’s a few hours before the start of the camp. I remember learning the song ‘Through it All’. A song Sir Jayson taught during our free time at the camp. I remember making friends with a lot YFC’s from Allen. I could still pull some names like Jeff, Esbie, Zaira, Denel, etc. Etc. is not a name. Just for clarification. I remember eating our breakfast at our house in Allen. Together, of course, with my pips from Capul. We even took a bath there. I remember getting annoyed with the creatures of the night when I went to sleep. I’m not even sure if I did sleep that time. I remember facilitating a group. Oh. Goodness. I don’t remember any of my men that time. So sorry. Memory loss. But I sure did remember a few eps of my one-one-one talk with them. The details. Forget it. Because I already did. I remember, oh, and will always remember that that camp was AWESOME!

9. Sector Assembly in Allen. I really can’t tell you everything about this. Coz’ I forgot most parts of this great day. I can only remember that YFC’s from Capul went to Allen to attend this assembly. YFC’s from all over sector, too. I remember having fun. That’s it! Kuya Brent was, of course, led our way.

10. Many more!

Well, I ran out of memories! My RAM is depleted. Sorry, you guys. Im’ma just share to some of the photos I have in my album that shows Kuya Brent. Here goes.

These pictures were taken during the Provincial Kid’s Village. It’s a gathering of all the Kids for Christ of Northern Samar. And gladly, Kuya Brent and I were among the YFC’s to stand as Kuya’s and Ate’s (that includes extending our patience longer. And, I mean, longer!).

That’s him and with whatever he came up and excused it as a pose. Don’t get confused with the jacket thing. The PKV was held December 2009. It was pretty cold that time.

To your right, is a man called Jay. The one with the cap (my sexier version… a lot sexier version) is me. The shoulder I’m touching with my chin belongs to Kuya Brent. And obviously, whatever he’s seeing was more important than the camera. The woman to the left is Ate Lois (say Lowa! That’s an order!). and she’s also busy with whatever Kuya Brent was watching.

Kuya Brent is just too happy about something. I really don’t have any idea what.

Oh, come on! This! Don’t look for me, ok? Urgh. You saw me already. Well, at least look at Kuya Brent too. Thank you!

At last, all four of us looking at the camera. An achievement!

The next pictures were taken during one of our monthly GK (Gawad Kalinga) Build. We kinda have it in our schedule as PCG members. 

Pour that cement, Kuya Brent! Do your job fast! *<laugh>*. Sorry, I don’t wanna sound mean. 

That’s Kuya Brent holding the, uhm, that thing. Ate Lois and Ate Kiti are with him. They’re about to do some mixing. Hooray to you, guys!

The day’s done and a house was built. Not entirely a house, of course. You can’t put up a house in just day with these people. We love to talk while we work. Forget about deadlines. *<Lol>*. And what better way to compensate our tiredness but to take a group picture. Oh, yeah!

Kuya Brent is nowhere to be seen. That’s just me and Ate May. Yeah. Kuya Brent’s wife.

The next pictures were taken before and during one of out-of-town trips to Bugko, Northern Samar for some teaching. 

That’s the guy. He’s wearing this come-to-me-and-I’ll-eat-you look! Beware! 

Me, left to right: Dama, Ate May, and Kuya Brent were the ones sent by the higher authority to take care of our minions in Bugko. Don’t take me too seriously, ok.

That’s a husband and wife photo. But they were not married by the time I took this photo. Well, not yet.

Can I just stop for a while and just express how much I miss this little cutie here? He’s been with me as far as I could remember. And Ate Joy took him away! I demand justice! Give me back my Snoopy! Oh, that’s not Snoopy, you say? Who cares?!? Then give me back my Kororo!!!

The next pictures were taken during our Christmas Party called Yahoo! many years ago.

Oh my! Two of my heroes in one pic! Give me oxygen! This is just epic! Waaaaaaaaaah!!!

All my respect to Kuya Brent just flew away! Just like that. Gone. Never to return. *<laugh>*. Nah. The other guy is Jan-Jan. A very close friend of mine. Kuya Brent’s too. See how close they are.

Urgh. Next picture please!

The next pictures are the ones I managed to salvage from my old phones. They are random.

We were bunch of losers. *<laugh>*. On your left is Justin. The one holding the guitar is Jan Jan. Next to him is Leonel. And, yeah, Kuya Brent. And the only girl, Ate Kris Ann.

Eeeeeeeeeeenk!

This was during the most exhausting, energy-draining, no-sleeping, yet fulfilling, unforgettable, memorable youth camp ever!

At Jasper’s house. One of PCG’s most valued possession. Me, Leonel, Kuya Brent with the, ta-da, Christmas tree.

See that? That’s me and Kuya Brent playing teks. Yeah, right. Did I mention we’re crazy? I didn’t? now, you know.

And feast your eyes (more like endure) the next set of pictures!

Hooooooo! I’m glad that’s over! Yeah. You can open your eyes already. 

Kuya Brent has his own life right now. He is, in fact, happily married to Ate May, a YFC too. And they already have children. Lots of it! *<laugh>*. He may be away, and was away for most of the activities that followed, his influence still remained. His leadership is still with us! Thank you a lot, Kuya Brent!

PS. Sorry for the low quality of the photos. I mean, they were, like, a million years ago. So, no sweat. Word, man!