ZEKE XX: 20 YEARS of being SOMEBODY for EVERYBODY!!! (The Birthday Essay 2010)

HOW TIME FLIES!!!

After another year, nineteen years of tears and joys, here I am at the portal of my Twentieth year. It’s Somewhat surprising! With the change of the course of time and destiny, comes this part in our lives when we go up the Ladder of Life, and go one year older.

Me? I’m going one level again, and this time, the tens digit of my age also goes up one number. It’s Level Two for me now. I feel like a stranger at this. Well, it is something which is not really new when you go another year old. At one point in my life, I consider myself as a child, very happy and carefree. When everything is just a piece of game. You can cry anytime because you are so young, you simply do not know what to do.

Now, I am a very big Mama na! I have hair growing at just any part of my bod. My mentality had broaden to some point. Emotions had been a little bit mature. Faith deepened. Friendship Circle grew. Enemies became fiercer. Points of View have been defined. In just a matter of time, everything changed. And all this, while continuing to give service to one and all. In other words, being Somebody for Everybody.

And now, as I take the lead of days towards A-19, let me share with you my chunk of life from the past year, as well as a look-back on the past years which has been a part of my colorful and adventurous life. Truly, there is something in everything to look at, to be thankful for.

Let’s begin the journey...

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I was born on the rainy Sunday evening, 19^th of August, 1990 AD. Amidst the rain and flood carried over by a typhoon, came the first moment of my existence in this world. I remember my mommy telling her side of the story. She was really tired of carrying me on her tummy, to the point where she shouted, “AYOKO NA!!! Hindi ko na kaya! Iluwal ninyo na ang batang yan!!!” Everytime I remember that, I can’t help but laugh at her reaction. At the first instance, I was sort of a burden to her. Now, I know why. Hehehe…

I was given the name very peculiar from the most of the family. Actually, my mommy was following a flow of endings in her children’s names. For the girls, their names would end with –en. For us boys, it ends in –an. But as for me, being the youngest of the four, I was given two names: WELDANN LESTER. Ideas came and gone, until this combination of names became my official first name. I grew up using only the very first name, though I mix the second on more formal matters, though I don’t use it at usual talk. I came to love my name, not because it is unique, but because, among all, it means that something lies ahead.

I grew up in eating. I ate a lot of Gerber Food (I learned later in life that I had piled up 2 sacks of Gerber Food Bottles. Ganun na pala akong kasiba!!!) and Cerelac, not to forget that tradition of feeding kids with the **** of pork for him to speak well.

I learned to speak at age 5. It’s a sign of speaking deficiency or sort. I grew up with it, and loved it as well. It became my certain asset or something, for though I don’t pronounce words as it is, I learned to speak confidently in front of a lot of people.

Aside from that, I was also given the talent of singing. I loved to sing a lot. There was this time in pre-school that I was noted for my rendition of Donna Cruz’s Habang May Buhay. I love Donna Cruz for that. I came up to be a sensation of those days. Well, not now. Hahaha….

I also grew up to be a child of experiments. Like any adventurous kid who would mix massage oil (Brand not mentioned) with the toilet water to see what would be the result. I also have a share of it, and I was damn punished for that. But despite the punishment, I just continued experimenting.

In short, my exciting young life also became the starting area for some points in my life now. I simply bore up with these points, and now, I am happy with it. I grew up without asking myself why I went such fancy. It’s enough for me that I had these assets and defects with me. After all, I can still make use of each and everything that I have in life. That would explain everything.

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I would never deny that my Alma Mater, the Immaculate Conception Parochial School in Malabon City defined my lifestyle more than anything and everything else. Being my second home for 10 years, within its walls was formed the Weldann that you came to know of.

I grew up crying, because of my classmates who never grew tired of bullying me. From Grade Two to First Year, my day would never be complete without me crying to their jeers and teases. Those experiences turned to be my stepping stone to becoming a tougher person. On the last three years of my stay in ICPS, I could say that I began growing up and becoming matured enough. Though the jeers did not changed, I am proud to say that I am not crying anymore by that time.

Well, I was more of an inferior guy then in front of my classmates, but in the eyes of my teachers, I became their grand servant or something like that. I just go up to their every command, just to make sure that their wish would be granted. I did not wish to have a fairer grade; it’s just that I love following their command. I followed just everyone in the school, from the Principal to the Guard. During my time, I was considered the Teacher’s Pet. I am proud, and I loved being one, considering the fact that I am jeered by my classmates.

I also had a handful of friends in the school, though I did not manage to win the hearts of my every batchmate. Later in life, I came to consider them as socialites. Their styles were very different from mine. My heart became far from them. As they grew up studying and living in style, I grew simple yet looking. I can really say that napakalayo ko sa kanila. When I attended the wake of my demised batchmate months ago, almost everyone didn’t notice me, or given me a nod. I realized that I was really far from them, and I could never change it. Some did notice me, though, and thanked me for being there. Because of them, I did not feel “OP” on the occasion.

ICPS also formed my religious aspect. It is in the institution where God began calling me to serve Him. I began my ministry then as a choir member. Later, I became close to God that it was during my High School Days when I became an Altar Server in my Home Parish. I was also chosen to lead the paraliturgical activities in my classroom way back in High School. I owe all these to Mother Mary, patroness of the School, for without her guidance, I would possibly be somebody lurking in the streets today.

I graduated in all smiles. At that moment, I never thought that I would be graduating after years of crying, teasing, my mommy’s debts to the school, study problems, and more than I could imagine. The school also gave honor to my job well done by way of the Student Service Award. I really grew to be a servant-leader of all, socially and religiously.

I continually thank God for the gift of ICPS. Within it was formed the Weldann who is ready to face the world amidst its struggles.

(I would also note that it was in ICPS where the Birthday Essay was born.)

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The City of Malabon University was never a first choice for my College Studies. I opt for UST or PUP, but God led me to CMU. I asked God why, and he gave me the answer through the course of time. I had earned a lot of reasons. And I understood all of it.

For one, it’s a diversion. I’m a newbie to the public system of Education (since I was educated earlier in a private school). At first, I felt like a new person in the system where there is no surety of everything you have in hand: from the reg fee and the penalty, to the lost and ruined computers, and even to the old and neglected facilities. It was then that I realized, ganito palang kagarapal ang nasa pamahalaan, pinababayaan na lang ang mga estudyante. It was like an eye-opener for me who lived and studied in an air-conditioned room, where we are only numbered students. It was saying, Face the Reality, Bitoy!

Secondly, it’s the beginning of real friendship. It was in College where I had found my real circle of friends, my barkada. We are named as the Ghoy Ghang. We are the excel-lerated students of the class. Nangunguna sa trip, mahilig sa pag-aaral. But beyond that, I looked deeper and saw how the college people accepted me, more than I was accepted in ICPS.

Though the jeers were never lost, still you could see your jeerers coming to you and asking you some scholastic questions, to the point that you walk with them on the way home. I was loved very much in college, and that became my inspiration to study hard and give it all for my future.

However, there came the point (that was this year) where I grew tired of studying. I cut classes, sometimes absent. I took certain alibis for my parents to think the classes were cut or something. I considered Parish work more than my studies. As a result, I was dooped enough with a handful of failing grades.

I was not supposed to continue studying at CMU after that, but God became so good to me. My family was very supportive throughout the way. The Admin people were nice people to talk with, and I was allowed again to continue studying under certain conditions. And so, amidst the deepened scorning of my classmates, I was back to studying. It continues up until now.

With that, I saw the real importance of education. It takes the third precedence on my table of priorities, next to God and Family, and it would be there to stay.

I am now a Fourth Year BSE Student. Because of the upturning I mentioned earlier, I would go another year to continue studying. Actually, I turned to love teaching, that’s why I chose this course. From being a Volunteer Catechist in the parish, I saw my vocation, and I am determined to pursue my dream no matter what.

And so, in some points in my college life, everything that ICPS never gave me, CMU had endowed. Though I did not entered to those Universities which I wanted to go to, I found more than a reason to study at CMU. It was in CMU that I agnized the difference that college life could give you. With that I ask… bakit ngayon ko lang nararanasan ito?

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I was called to join the Neo Catechumenate in 2004, though because of certain things, I was moved to the second community of our Parish in 2005. It was there that I learned how to play a guitar, how to give a catechesis to the brothers, how to scrutinize God’s Word, and more.

Ever since I entered the way, my problems became clear. There was not a day that I do not pass through even a single problem. At some points, I felt like giving up and giving in to my crosses and trials. Yet in a Christian perspective, we were thought that problems are not there to grudge us, but it is a clear sign that God still loves us. Thanks to God for the Way, I understand my every undertaking, though it was not understandable for a typical guy of my age bracket.

My faith deepened as well. Through its celebrations, especially the Eucharist, my belief became way deeper, though there are times that it was so shallow I am dooped to the ground. Blame my frailty for that. It was in the Way that God –literally– became near to us brothers and sisters in the community, especially in the Eucharist.

The Way also led me to Iloilo in 2007, for the Pilgrimage of the youth (though I regret that I didn’t come to the 2010 Pilgrimage in Pangasinan). It was a lovely experience. I never thought that I would go all the way south to preach the Word and mingle with other brothers from other places. It was there in Iloilo that I showed my artistic self to the world, and they loved me for that (weeeehhhhhh…..).

However, there is the instance that I became lukewarm and offensive to the community. It was when Priests changed assignments. With the coming of the present Parish Priest, I was brainwashed enough to the point that I forgot that I had a community. I was told that the Way would never be good for me, and sort of. Yes, on that time, I forgot walking and focused on things that have something to do with his ideals. But when I had problems, he did not assissted me enough, even left me all along the way.

God slapped me on the face, and I was awake again. I returned to my community, and despite everything I said against them, I was accepted again with open arms. I said then, God is really good! Thanks a lot for continuing to be there for me. Up until now, we continue walking, and I consider them as my counselors.

The Neo Catechumenal Way is one of God’s best gifts to me. Within it, my faith deepened, my understanding of problems were enlightened, I had the best counselors and friends, and more than that… it was in the way that I saw how God loved me, in the dimension of the Cross and in everyday life.

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My ministry as an Altar Server began sometime in 2004, under Fr. Jun Erlano. I was a simple churchgoer then, when somebody tapped me to join the MAS. From then, I spent the next five years serving at Mass and understanding more the essence of the Christian Liturgy.

I began as a simple server then. It helped that I go to church frequently, for when I am on my first service, I know almost every part of the Mass, it’s just that I need to conform myself with the norms of the parish servers. It differs at every parish. I got used to it (the norms), and loved it so much.

It didn’t take much time before I got the Ministry to my veins. The privilege I had, the friends I made with my fellow brothers. I am thankful to God for the grace of serving him at his Altar, though unworthy.

At a certain point, I also served as the Representative of the Beginner Servers, and eventually, as the Secretary of the Ministry. Eversince, there was a radical change in the flow of the Ministry. Under my leadership, certain points were given out, and the Ministry had its golden age, because though we are not supported enough by the parish people, we still know that they are there to give us something everytime we are I need.

However, God knows that the world of MAS is not anymore fit for me, it is too small already. In 2009, with the help of my Parish Priest, Fr. Junjun de Guzman, I proceeded to being a Lector of the Parish. Going Level 2… it’s hard since I grew up in my soutane, then in just a blink, I gave it up for the Lectionary. Mahirap rin, pero napagdaanan ko ito at nalagpasan. I came to mingle with the senior members of the Parish Liturgical Ministry, and their company is worth it. Besides, I also love reading and proclaiming, and that decision was never put down sadly.

For study reasons, I quitted being a lector for some time now; yet now and ever, I know that the spirit of Ministry and Service would be there to stay for the coming years. I am a living testimony that ONCE A SERVER, A SERVER FOREVER.

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The Confraternity of Catholic Saints completes my Tripod of Personality, together with Family, and Neo Catechumenal Community. Being a part of a religious fraternity means that you know your faith deeply, and you are ready to face every challenge for the sake of your faith. As for CCS, the challenge is to Live in Holiness, in example of the Saints. Yes, it is hard for these times (as I always say), that’s why we need to ask God’s grace.

I became a part of the Confraternity in 2006. It all began in Friendster, through Fra. Dave dela Cruz. Since my saying of YES, began my part proclaiming that Holiness is Very Possible. I took care of relics, I have gone to many places, and have met and get-to know so many friends and acquaintances.

But most of it all, the greatest gift of God through me, through the Confraternity, is the gift of my present vocation, as a professed lay. In 2008, with the other pioneers, we consecrated ourselves to God, through Mary, and professed our obedience to God, the Church and to the Confraternity. It was a no-joke YES to God. We promised then to be Holy in everything we should do. It continues throughout our life.

God had become so good to us, that even though the CCS had undergone challenges and problems over the past seven years, we are still intact, and together in spirit, though we are physically far away from each other. The challenge to live holy is more realized as time passes by, and as a frater, we are challenged all the more to be like the Saints. We are nearing our 7^th Anniversary in October, and thank God, CCS would still be there for us to stay.

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I am the youngest among four, yet I am fourth among five (thanks to our Adopted Youngest Sister). I consider it enough as a blessing, and a curse. Being the apple of the eye of the family is no small deal. You have to get through with everything that they would want you to do. Sometimes, when you did not do as they expected, you are being reprimanded, and there begins the enormous fight. However, when you do as they wanted it to be, you are to be given proper credit. That’s the flow of being the bunso, I have been tracking through it for two decades now, and I got used to it.

Through the course of time and tide, the problems and challenges we have undergone as one family have grown in intensity. Certain times came when the family members were on a fight regarding the house, other times, money, and on a certain point, my personal life and sexual preferences. I also got used to it.

At first, I became the silent listener to their exchange of words, and most of the time, I opt to go out and surf the net rather than to listen to their word war. Later, I noticed that I became one of them, I personally became involved in the family talk... when they are in the positive side. Nevertheless, I still choose to reflect inside my room than to participate in their babble.

I also felt the privilege of being the youngest, thanks to my mommy. Everytime that I am the topic of the family talk, my mommy always defend my side. Thanks to her, I could also go to college, and have every single support I need that I could not get from my father, or from my siblings. Though I have hurt her so much, and do not understand her at other times, she was still there for me. If I have the chance to fix anything in the past, that would certainly be those times when I and mommy have a conflict. I love her so much, and I really wanted to be a great son for God, and for her. Well, that doesn’t mean that I do not wish to be a great son to my father, and great brother to my siblings. I also wanted to be one.

Considering the gap of years, I know it woud be really hard to adjust with them, but I also know that God has a plan for each one of us. Family is family. At the end of my tiring day, they are the ones I go home to. I love them, and I would really want to show hoe much I care for them.

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I have undergone many wrongdoings in the past year, and the last decade or two. From my desires, to my vices, to my wrong thought, deed and decision. I continue to be a good son and example, and yet, I still do so many failures. I always tell everyone, hindi ako isang napakabait na tao. Nagkakamali rin po ako. Still, some doesn’t understand my every move. They continue to attack me at my back.

I am still, and would always be, a frail guy, thanks to my own sins, and to everyone who doesn’t believe in me. That is natural for us humans. However we want to cope up with the people we mingle with, still we could never please everybody. Sometimes, it is because of our own wrongdoings, other times, because of the impression of others.

As for me, the shadow of unbelief continues to follow me wherever I go. It has given me a reason to blame myself for every bad luck I had experienced in the past. Yet, this shadow also has something to say. I AM THE REASON WHY THE SHADOW OF UNBELIEF IS STILL UP AND AROUND. It hurts so much to know, yet it gives me the reason to be brave and face it with more eagerness than before. I know that the shadow would be there to stay, so I still ask God to guide me in everything I should do.

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Another year is ending. Well, more than a year, I am leaving my teenage years. I’m moving on to being an adult. The age of 20 means a lot of things for me. From the realization that I am not a child anymore, to being old enough to face more hard challenges. 20 means many things.

Sometimes, I cannot accept the reality that I’m turning 20 on A19. I still wish that I would have another year with the number 1 on the tens digit. I haven’t eaten enough, gone and travel enough. Hindi ko pa natitikman ng sobra ang buhay-teenager, gusto ko pa siyang maranasan.

And yet, it is enough. Every good and bad thing I’ve experienced for the past ten years (or nineteen, if I would add my childhood years), it has taught me enough. It had prepared me enough. I have been transformed from a cryboy to a professed lay, from a singer to a cantor, from a simple Weldann, to Weldann, the Somebody for Everybody. Besides, the past have come and long gone, and the future is never sure. I must leave for today, for now. That’s why today is called the present.

Now, I ask. What would I be on the coming time? Would I be a teacher? A priest? Would I continue to be followed by a dark shadow? Would people continue to believe me or not? Would I still have friends? Until when will I live? And most of all, would I continue to live a holy and happy life?

The answers, I leave to Divine Providence. At the end of the day, only God knows whatever would happen on my simple, yet colorful life. For me, I continue to live, and do as He wills. He challenges me to love beyond what I have. Besides, I have a family to share my thoughts with. I have friends and brothers that would understand me. What would possibly be greater than that?

Well, there is but one greater thing. That is, the gift of my life. Without God’s gift of life, I would never cherish these things that I have now. Without his help, I would have the strength to continue living for this time.

Kudos to You, my God, for the gift of life and everything that goes with it. Everything I have right now: my family and friends, the vocation and spiriuallity, the way of wisdom and conversion, the material things and everything in between. Everything comes from you. To You I give it back again, as I praise and thank You for all these things. I entrust everything to Your Divine Will. May Your will be done today and forever in my life.

IN ALL THINGS, MAY GOD’S WILL BE DONE!!!
SA LAHAT NG BAGAY, ANG KALOOBAN MO NAWA, O DIYOS, ANG MAGANAP!!!

AMEN!

KuyaZeke,ccs_081410

Ur Sunday Dose: We Shall Be Glorified Too! (Solemnity of the Assumption of Mary)

August 15, 2010
SOLEMNITY OF THE ASSUMPTION OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY
Lk 1, 39-56

WE SHALL BE GLORIFIED TOO!

SOMETIME in my teenage life, I asked my priest-friend, “Fads, ano ba ang reality ng Assumption?” I asked so, because even though I believed that Mary assumed to Heaven, I am still searching for its realization, how did it happen.

My priest-friend answered, “Kahit na ang mga dalubhasa ng Simbahan, hindi alam kung paano nga ba nangyari ito. May nagsasabing nakatulog si Maria, at sa pagkakatulog niyang yun, siya ay ginising ng mga Anghel at dinala sa Langit. May iba namang nagsasabi na si Maria ay namatay talaga ng pagkatanda, pero pagkatapos siyang ilibing, dun siya dinala sa Langit.”

Through that, I came to know of the two theories behind Mary’s death: there is the theory of the Dormition (for the Orthodox), and the Theory of Assumption (for us Catholics).

In the Dormition, it is said that Mary really died and on this death, She assumed to heaven on her soul on the moment of her death, followed by her body on the third day.

However, we Catholics believe that Mary, on the completion of her days, assumed to Heaven body and soul, in one complete being. We are split into two upon the question of whether or not Mary died. Some believe on it, others do not.

Whatever the theories may say, one thing is important. Mary was taken to Heaven, and there she is now with her Son, guiding each and everyone of us on our journey here on Earth. Mary was a very humble servant of God. She followed His will, and for this, to her was given the most important grace: the grace of incorruption, and being glorified with her Son.

Same thing goes to those who follow God’s Divine Will no matter what. When we complete our days, just as God promised through Jesus’ sacrifice, we shall also experience the grace of resurrection. We shall also be glorified on the way as Mary did.

Yes. We shall suffer a great deal here on Earth. These are God’s test for all to see whether or not we follow God’s Will. We must persevere. We must continue living and doing good. Huwag tayong mawalan ng pag-asa sa buhay na meron tayo. Kasama natin ang Panginoon sa bawat sandali. He never abandons us, he just wants to see who are really worthy of his graces and mercy. We pray that one day, like Mary, we can also sing the praises of God there in the Heavenly Jerusalem.

Actually, hindi na rin kasi kailangang hintayin ang kamatayan natin. As St. Therese said, Let us spend heaven doing good upon Earth. We continue living and doing His Will here, by serving others and loving our Neighbor. We could be God’s perfect representative on Earth though our deeds. Being Christians, this is our challenge: Heaven is our goal; Earth is our training ground.

I believe that Mary died naturally, and after her death, she was taken to Heaven. This is on the fact that just as Christ experienced death for him to be glorified, it is the same for his Mother, and on a broader view, for all of us. We shall die here on Earth, yet we shall one day be glorified just as Jesus and Mary did.

And so we give honor to Mary:

Ave, Regina Caelorum,

Ave, Domina Angelorum:

Salve, radix, salve, porta

Ex qua mundo lux est orta:

Gaude, Virgo gloriosa,

Super omnes speciosa,

Vale, o valde decora,

Et pro nobis Christum exora.

KuyaZeke,ccs_081410

ZEKE XX: 7 days... (BE Primer... sa wakas!!!)

With this post, I've had 14 posts already in-line with my 20th Lifeday on Aug. 19. The intensity of excitement which I usually feel days ahead of my Lifeday is escalating already. Especially now that I'm only Seven days away from the Day itself.

As I look at the past days and months, it looks like more of a life-lesson than the usual days spent. The experiences I had, the undertakings I did, and everything in between. It all taught me a lesson, in a way or another. It is so many, I have no idea how to put it into a sentence.

Well, it could go like this... When facing anything, just be yourself. Leave everything to God. Everything will follow. Yah, right. The sentences define each and every lesson I had in the past 365 days.

There are certain times kasi na I felt like I'm not Weldann. I'm somebody else. I'm always on the mask. And on those times, I felt like my plan's going upside down, and somebody else's plan go on its right way. At one point, I'm confused. I realize my plan's not going through, and it's unfair. Then later on, I realize deeper and see... it's God's plan all along. He's slapping me all the way!

Thanks God for all those realizations. I've been a better person because of all those realities. Well, it is a full proof that I'd never going to be the master of my life. Still, there is somebody out there directing my every move. It hurts, though, but that is the reality of it. I must face every single thing. And face it with a feeling of entrustment to God. Later, I see everything unfold smoothly.

Nice thoughts. I feel relieved now. I'm now ready to post the Birthday Essay!

After this post, and that of Ur Sunday Dose (which will be posted on Saturday Morning), would come the most anticipated post of the year in this side of the Blogosphere...
~ ZEKE XX: 20 YEARS of being Somebody for Everybody (The Birthday Essay MXX)
~ The Three Wishes MXX
The posts will be out sometime next week, starting from the coming weekend. So, better watch out for it.

KuyaZeke,ccs_081210

ZEKE XX: Bekimons rule!?!

Halleklavu guys chenelin! Navasa sokaw natchi ba ang latest satchi blog ni lolabelles na "One With Sokaw"? Chorva!

(Hello, guys! Nabasa ninyo na ba ang latest sa blog ko na "One With You"?)

It may sound funny to you, but it is common to Pinoys of the Third Sex. I'm referring to Gays and Homos. It is referred to as Gay Lingo. It is the common dialect of Third-sex pinoys. You can hear them everytime you come to a Gay Beauty Parlor, or when there are a number of gays in a corner talking about this and that. It has been an institution in Pinoy Gay Culture for sometime now, and it is something that we can find only in the Philippines.

Well, I typed this post because as I have been known, Gay Lingo has gone another level, with a new name which would sound funny either. Gay Lingo, now known as Bekimon (Thanks to the Jejemons), is the T (Talk of the Town) days after the news about its existence was aired on TV. Gay Lingo has really gone a really long way from being a simple queer talk to being an institution in the Filipino Culture.

I am not a stranger to this dialect, thanks to gay friends who are never afraid of talking the Lingo in my front. Yet, though not a stranger, I still do not know the different words that form part of the Lingo. Masakit sa Bangs kung pag-aaralan siya. hahaha...

One more thing, when you encounter Literary Criticism in College, you would also verge over Gay Literature, certain literary pieces which were written by our Third-sex friends. It is full of color, and excitement. You would certainly appreciate it, especially if you are in to knowing more of their colorful life.

We could ask, bakit pa sila may ganyan-ganyan? Pwede namang tagalog na lang?

Certainlyski, language is one common kikironer of communication for all chenes. and for our friends tarush, they want their own mode of communication techi be atchi lot more.. chorva. Colorful chenelin. Minsan rin naman kasi chenelin, there are fayatollah kumenisgs that they don't want techi convey in the common techingue tarush. Perhaps because anitch is pleasant techi jula, when converted techi tagalog tarush, is not good in the common ear tarush. When jokaw speak vekimon with anikther hometch, sokaw are very sure that he/she would understand anitchever jokaw would want techi say chenelin, while keeping sokawr message safe from the common ear chorva. At isa pa, it is a way of knowing if jokaw are atchi part of the federation chenes. If sokaw deklavu not know even a single word of the lingetch, then etchusa ka!! chenelin!

(Certainly, Language is one common manner of communication for all. And for our friends, they want their own mode of communication to be a lot more... colorful. Minsan rin naman kasi, there are things that they don't want to convey in the common tongue. Perhaps because what is pleasant to them, when converted to tagalog, is not good in the common ear. When you speak bekimon with another homo, you are very sure that he/she would understand whatever you would want to say, while keeping your message safe from the common ear. At isa pa, it is a way of knowing if you are a part of the Federation. If you do not know even a single word of the lingo, then Etchusa ka!!!)

Minsan kaserlyn, if sokaw want techi understand somevody's language chorva, jokaw must know of their culture. study of their language tarush, and that's it chorva. Siyempre, hindi naman ivig sayhin na gumagamit katchi ng gurl lingetch ay bakla ka na, kaseklavu madalas chenes, ganitetch ngatchi ang nagiging dating kung marunong kang magsalita ng salitang vaklatchi. C

henes.

(Minsan kasi, if you want to understand somebody's language, you must know of their culture. Study of their language, and that's it. Siyempre, hindi naman ibig sabihin na gumagamit ka ng Gay Lingo ay bakla ka na, kaso madalas, ganito nga ang nagiging dating kung marunong kang magsalita ng salitang bakla.)

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hindi sokim bakla! keri?

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I'm not gay, okey?)

Well, post ends here. But before I end the post in the usual manner, here is a Bekimon Vid that you would surely like. I chose this because this is in-line with my course. Remember mothers, don't send an excuse letter to school using Gay Lingo. It will certainly be rejected. hehehe....

Also, I would give a recommended site if you would want to know more of the Bekimon Culture. This is a Bekimon Translator. Click here...

Keri chorva, aalis na jokum. More powhsts techi come tarush. Vye chorva!

(Okey, aalis na ako. More posts to come. bye!)

KuyaZeke,ccs_080910 :)

ZEKE XX: The Real Meaning of the Name...

Last night, when we were in class, my professor asked us where did our names came from. She passed by the many names which were written on the sheets of paper that we submitted to her (Note: Ganun kasi nagpalit kami ng prof sa subject na iyun. Even the class schedule changed.). And so, she passed by my paper, with my full name written on it together with the other info.

When she read my name, Panganiban, Weldann Lester A., I raised my hands for me to be noticed. When she saw me, she asked me this puzzling question: San nanggaling ang pangalan mong Weldann? I stood up to give my reply, although I was not sure of the real story.

It came from a suggestion of my mommy's friend. I'm not really sure who the friend is, and why among all the names in the world which were common, to me was given a name very unfamiliar. We can say that it came from that style of cooking Steak. But I'm not really sure.

Though that was my mommy's story, I have my own interpretation of the Name Weldann Lester:

Weldann: as people thought of it, same with mine, it means a job finished in an excellent manner.
Lester: Dictionary meaning says "From Leicester (France)", but for me, it means less or low.
Weldann Lester: Something excellently done in a lesser manner, profile, or something like that. In other words, Great, yet least.

But wherever the name might came from, I know one thing is sure: I haven't lived it up to my name... really enough. Sometimes kasi, your name is very far from your personality. Though there are still times that you are living according to your name and that's really good, it does not happen every time.

As for my case, being somebody who has been endowed with lots of gifts from heaven, people continue to say that I'm perfect for almost any chore. I'm happy every time I hear that compliment, and yet, I realize that it's still not enough. You wake up one day bearing a name in the midst of a crowd who does not believe in you. That means something.

As long as I could not fulfill the real meaning of my very own name, I'd still never be Weldann Lester. Nope, I'm not Weldann Lester yet. Not yet for the past two decades. I hope against all hope that the next year or decade would be the time that I would really live as my name calls of it.

Final Note: Names are of greater importance than any nickname of any kind. Be proud of your name, it is your personality. Me? I'm really proud of being Weldann Lester than of being Bitoy or Zeke. After all, it IS my name that counts.

KuyaZeke,ccs_080810 :)