The Alphabet according to Mikki.

The closest I could get to write about myself. Enjoy!...

A- Age you got your first kiss?
Grade 4.. do the math.. hehe

B - Band I’m listening to right now:
Switchfoot

C - Crush:
Natalie Portman,
Liv Tyler,
Mandy Moore,
Jennifer Aniston..
the list just goes on and on!
and… =)

D - Dad's name:
Louis / Louie...

E - Easiest person to talk to:
hmmm... I don’t know… my best friend I guess.

F - Favorite music artist at the moment:
LOCAL: Bamboo (after watching them in my school, I became an instant fan)
FOREIGN: Fall Out Boy (well, my friends made me listen to it, cool band, goot hooked on to them ever since.. thy just don’t know…haha!)

G - Gummy worms or gummy bears?
BOTH! Actually, Gummy worms have around 3 to 4 flavors connected in on piece while gummy bears have only one taste per bear.. it work both ways.. it doesn’t matter… haha!

H - Hometown:
A full-fledged South dude

I - Instruments:
a “just for display” piano at home,
a 3 stringed guitar with countless scratches on the sides,
a “stringless” ukulele from Cebu,
and 2 recorders (belongs to the flute family, for those of you who aren’t familiar with it)

J - Junior High:
An archer school in alabang ..hehe!

K - Kids:
I’m 17! Well, my 3 year old sister, Ivi… probably the closest feeling to having a kid.

L - Longest car ride ever:
From CCP to Ilocos Norte.. wait… but that was a bus ride… hmmm.. Car? Probably one of those family outings to Baguio. It wasn’t exactly the distance that was killing me, it was the traffic that made us stay on the road for countless hours!

M - Mom's name:
Remedios – Very iShPANISHy.. just like mine!

N - Nicknames:
Mickey – to those who haven’t seen how my name is spelled

Boom boom, Peker, P*k p*k (go figure! Hehe!) - that’s what my best friend calls me

Mikki Crayyyzeee– some of my batchmates, well… this started when I snapped at my 6 footer friend.. 6’2 to be exact… I collared him and pushed him to the window of the classroom but everyone who saw it claimed that I was smiling and all of them just laughed at me... including the guy I was fighting with!

Mousy/ tito mousy– what my nieces and nephews would would call me ..

Butchukoy – what my older relatives would call me when I was still a kid.

Pavarotti - Since I used to be neighbors with my relatives, my tito Bob would always call me Pavarotti because he’d hear me sing every time he was about to take a nap !! Haha! Poor uncle!

Mikki and other shortened versions and variations of my nickname – to all my other firends

O - One wish:
To succeed and stay on top forever

P - Phobia[s]:
heights and people leaving me

Q - Quote:
”Gracious in defeat, Humble in victory”

R - Reason to smile:
I’ve finally moved on, thanks for making me see the light, zedecrem =)!

S - Song you last heard:
”I think im faaaaalling…. Baby I’m faling for you…” (I don’t know the title!)

T - Time you woke up[today]:
4:43pm… don’t ask

U - Unknown facts about yourself:
I hate house chores in general.
I want to join the amazing race.
I wanted to be a soccer player.

V - Vegetable(s) you hate:
AMPALAYA!!!

W - Worst habit(s):
I’m a crammer.
I tend to nag people.
I bite my nails.
I lie.

X - X-rays you've had:
None that I know of. No need for that, I’m a healthy kid!

Y - Yummy food:
The first thing that popped into my head was that big kick ass cake I ate in my friend’s despidida! The cake was from Conti’s and it had mango stuff in it…I don’t know what It’s called though…

Z - Zodiac sign:
Scorpio. Everyone says that people that fall under this sign have really strong personalities... hmmm… What you think?

Gloomy.

Roughly 5 years ago… at around 6:30 in the morning… the boy’s yaya comes storming in his room to wake him up with these word… “mamamatay na ang kapatid mo… mamamatay na ang kapatid mo..” At first, he was telling her to get a hold of herself and to stop uttering such horrifying words. He was in disbelief. He told her to get out of his room and wanted to be left alone. He was trying his best to keep things at a normal, he tried dressing up for school, but his heart just kept hammering, harder and harder, faster and faster, as each second went by. The cruel reality he had to face as he entered the master’s bedroom. He first saw his mom. Her eyes, filled with grief and sorrow. The feeling of a mother seeing what came from her, go before her, must have been one of the most painful experiences she has gone through. His dad, though the boy could vaguely remember, seated on the other side of the bed, outlined with nothing more but that of a mournful aura. The boy’s other sister, though teary-eyed and sadness clearly inside her, was able to keep her composure… and him, the boy, the youngest of them all, aimlessly and pointlessly walking wherever his feet would take him around the house, remembering the last conversation he had with his ailing sister, just the night before she passed away…

Brother: "I love you so much..." (squeezing her tighly, with tears gushing out of his eyes)

Sister: "I love you too…"(written on a magic slate as she could no longer talk)

as well as portions of the conversation he made with her on his birthday….

Sister: (on the magic slate) Why are you crying? What’s wrong?

Brother: “Your going to get well, okay? Promise me, okay? That’s the best birthday gift anyone could give me. We’re going to fight this together, okay?”

(Tears just flowed down her eyes and a subdued smile was given to him as a reply. He hugged her and held her hand.)

August 3, 2005… at around 9 p.m.… while rehearsing for a play in school… I scanned through the whole theater, looking at the empty chairs, the lights, the people, I suddenly felt her. I felt her. I felt her looking down on me, watching me. I remembered my sister. I remembered how she used to love performing. I remembered how she used to act and sing. I remembered how she used to love the theater. I remembered the morning at the master’s bedroom. I remembered our last conversation hours before she passed away. I remembered the afternoon of my 11th birthday. I remembered her. I felt her.