Rain makes me crazy emo

I saw that BIG BANG mah oppas are going to go the Philippines then saw a post around October from the time when JD Khe died from a new fb friend who added me. I couldn't help but spazz out on the first news and hope I can save money for it. I will tuck away money just in case. Then I am now wiping my snot in a computer shop, took my glasses and just let the tears fall.

I always hate me being such a bundle of emotions in inappropriate times. It's hard for me to accept death, not a lot of people know that about me. Guess that cat's out of the bag. It's the biggest of changes, something everyone who reads my blog knows I hate so much but have to deal with.

There is not more see you later and catch you when you have free time after someone dies. It's more like this life is one long wait for the final till we meet again.

When I went to Erren and Liay's wedding, I felt him there. I knew he wouldn't miss it for the world.

Anyway, my life seems so simple and useless compared to his life. Still watching Kpop bands makes me happy, even just for a little while.

I hope I can get tickets. VIPs are a crazy bunch. It might be sold out by now. Simon, bite your tongue!
http://bigbangph.org/2012/05/announcement-bigbang-alive-world-tour-philippines-confirmed/

 

2LT JD Khe: Final Salute

I hate this year, my friend died in Basilan. Grabe. Senior ko siya nung nagROTC officer ako. *iyak* Please place 2LT Jose Delphin Khe(2Lt, Special Forces, Philippine Army) in your prayers. I will make a soldier hero like him someday. When I write my series about my ROTC officers. I was planning to write it someday (pagpublished writer na ako) pero ngayon hindi ko na siya mabibigyan ng kopya. Ang sakit sa pakiramdam na hindi ko na siya (madalas aksidente ko silang nakikita sa febfair eh). Tuwing me ganitong balita lagi kong binubulong na sana hindi isa sa mga kakilala ko ang nasa listahan ng mga naging casualty. When people ask me about why I like men in uniform, these guys are the reasons why. They look tough, the have dreams that are related to peace and those soldiers in the Martha Cecilia novels can't hold a candle to these men that I know personally. They are heroes, the real kind. Someday I will share their stories to everyone in my own way.

FINAL INSPECTION

The Soldier stood and faced God
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining
... Just as bright as his brass.

"Step forward you Soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"

The Solider squared his shoulders and said
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't
Because those of us who carry guns
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work on Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just to steep,

And I never passed a cry for help
Though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgement of his God.

"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

Then my senior in ROTC *in red no less* 2LT JD Khe

I remembered one thing from that one time we tried to do a mission. I saw him right next to me. The guy gave me a fright. But somehow I knew someday he would be doing that for real. True enough he did.

Rest in God's hands, sir.


This is my btw, when I was still an ROTC COCC

 

 No that is not my twin brother. That's me.

http://www.gmanews.tv/video/95738/24oras-sundalong-nasawi-sa-basilan-magpapakasal-na-raw-sana

Saw this in FB, *tears*

There is no such thing as a short-lived life by Sittie Norhanie Lao H. Lao