What is beauty??

“Would you change your religious beliefs to marry the person you love? Why or why not? “


” If I had to change my religious beliefs, I will not marry the person that I love. Because the first person that I love is GOD who created me. And I have my faith and my principles. And these what makes me who I am. And if that person loves me, he should love my God too, Thank you.”

This was the question and answer portion who took the world by storm last September 13, 2011 during the 60th Miss Universe Pageant held in Sao Paolo, Brazil.

Representing the Philippines was our very own Shamcey Gurrea Supsup who hailed all the way from the place where effortless, world-class personalities are naturally born everyday - General Santos City.

Shamcey, 25, was born on May 16, 1986. She moved to General Santos City with her family when she was 3 years old.

She grew up with her father, Timoteo, since her mother (Marcey) worked as an engineer abroad. Before studying in Manila, she helped her father in the farm, feeding chickens and goats.

In school, Shamcey studied hard and enjoyed reading books. She was a valedictorian of her grade school batch, and was salutatorian of her high school batch at the Makati High School.

She graduated magna cum laude from the University of the Philippines and topped the 2010 Architect Licensure Examination.

Shebelieves that there is life on other planets, and that women have a natural advantage over men because "we have intuition so men don't fool us.

Asked if she could be any animal, Shamcey said she wants to be a bird "so I can fly and see the mountains."

Ms. Shamcey Supsup came in 4th place or third runner up during that pageant. Many speculates that there was a political side to that, she brushes off that issue gracefully by saying that she was happy for Ms. Angola's win and that she found nobody more deserving for the title than her.

Truly Shamcey has once again placed our country back on the world map. The epitome of a Filipina whom we can all be proud of!

High School Class History (revised)

The first week of our class showed a bit of disparity and interstice among the students (so true!). It was clear to me that the whole class was divided, both figuratively and literally, so to speak. On one side of the room sat all the Anquinians and on the other half sat the Jatico class (you would know which is which by the stench..^^), clearly showing that everyone still had hang-overs from last school year. But as the days went on, we started to befriend each other and instead of regarding ourselves as separate classes, we united into a single HOMOSEXUAL body and started calling our section IV-Huang. Err...wait, Huang?? Shouldn't it be Pinero? (no, definitely HUANG!)

IV-Researchers Huang, the name we should be bringing. But there was a big "swap" when somebody out of the box entered our classroom to teach English, and serve as our adviser--Mrs. (kamo nai tiwas)--as we'd come to call her by. Just hark back how our feelings were, kind of deviating from the norm.*nosebleed* Remember the words, "do not entertain bad thoughts"? Well, these words really made us realize that its our choice to be happy or sad. I guess we will really miss writing our journals (hell no!) at the same time assimilating the thoughts given to us by Ms. Joy which are so applicable in our daily lives (oh, you mean her homily?). Who could also forget how inconvenient our classroom was? It was not until Ms. Joy initiated our move out that we found a better dwelling for the entire school year, just next door.(^^)

At first, we were complaining a bit when it comes to how incredibly ridiculous our expenditures were but later on we realized how much Ms. Joy's plans made our room an even more comfortable place than before (whatever Ron!). But then of course, our lives weren't all sunshine and daisies. There were a lot of times when Ms. Joy shed tears because of our behaviors. (who could blame us right?..when all she did was impose new policies on us?..she held us around our necks with an iron fist that b*tch..haha). "The class is a haven," who would have thought that those doll-eyed, innocent faces of yesteryear would be in the center of all intrigue? I guess cupid aimed his arrows pretty well that they unfortunately landed on the hearts of our classmates, who then fell victims to what we foolhardy often refer to as LOVE (ehem!). Now this calls for shockwaves of drama. That's what we call highschool! We've managed to collate countless memories from our class and still got room to spare.

There was the undeniably unforgettable acquaintance party when all the boys traded in their masculinity for a glimpse of their feminine sides (xet..wla man to natiwas!). "You can run but you cant hide," we all enjoyed throwing icing on each others' faces that night. We felt sorry for the damaged cake though (haha..lingaw au to!).

How about the birthday of our "matriarch"? Some had cried and were so sentimental (btaw..offer2x pa jud ko ad2 ug hanky..ka lech!). We touched Ms. Joy's heart (and crumpled it to a pulp..joke!) by adding up some music, cakes and a special letter. There was also a time when Jera's buttons were pushed to the limit and she was already planning to give up her class presidency because she simply have had enough (ka.experience pud ko adto sa 3rd year..apir Jew!). It was a good thing that she stayed strong enough to last her position throughout the entire schoolyear or we would have been goners (amen!).

We may have had our utter pit-falls but we stood together and held our ground. Things may have trampled us, but it sure made us so much stronger. Each of our relationships may have fallen 7 times, but we have risen above our shortcomings with us standing 8 more (daghana sa ako na edit ani oi..hehe).

Another thought to reminisce was when an earthquake had occurred and caused a bit of havoc among us. It made us reflect on the importance of life and gave way to Ms. Joy's saying, "when one of the sheep in a herd is lost, leave the rest in search of the lost one." A terse saying that is of great significance.

It was a schoolyear where varieties of cheer were invented, first there was the familiar rhythm of the stomping and clapping (nangapil tani ta sa stomp the yard..haha), then there was the so-called "Barrera cheer" (hala ka wew!..starring au ko dre!), then the popularized chanting of the movie 300: AWOO! AWOO! (kash o!..nyaha) This was revised by the Pineronian boys (of course la jud koi labot aron..hehe) and turned into: GWAPO! GWAPO! And last but not the least, the cheer which was taken from the song "Crank That", the AAAHHH-YOOUU! Now, aren't we an inventive bunch? And not to mention the ever hilarious musical stints of the boys (again..la npud koi labot ani..^^), spearheaded by Jeffrey, who gave rise to the ever popular "G-song".

The Science Camp was unfortunately the first and last for us, but on the bright side, it left us packing with great memories. Remember the late night visit the boys (kani, apil nko ani..^^) paid the girls who were already sound asleep? (yeah ryt!) The boys probably forgot the saying: "biruin mo na lang yung taong lasing, wag lang yung bagong gising." (tama pud ang mga boys ad2 noh!) The guys weren't expecting some tempers to flare. Who could blame us girls right? As they say, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." (yawyaw au ni c Rona ui..sheeesh!^^) But luckily, they came prepared. They brought us food! Hunger triumphed over anger after all (ako npud muhatag saying, "the fastest way to a woman's heart is through her panties..joke!..through her stomach btaw..^^). When we played kickball during one of our PE classes, we were all left well amused. The slippery ground of Science High showed no mercy to Edward, Kashmere, Jeffrey and Pman who fell victim with the laws of Physics as gravity and a seemingly lack of friction caused them their muddy demise (haha..peace frnds!). Those are the same grounds that we will always be missing. The 4 long years of torture and treacherous playing was sooooo worth it. We will be leaving the school with our heads held high. We'd be friends forever and we'll surely have each others' backs. "WHAT ARE FRIENDS ARE 39?" as they always say.(yuhryt!..na nxa nman ta ron?..hmmm?)

39 different personalities that have bonded and meshed well together, gave way to a schoolyear with the most intriguing, unfathomable and incandescent year of our lives, most remembered and cherished all throughout our highschool life.
As what William Shakespeare said, "Be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, some achieve greatness and others have greatness thrust upon them." (daghanang quotes oi!) Greatness was surely thrust upon us from the very moment we stepped on the hallowed grounds of Ramon Teves Pastor Memorial- Dumaguete Science High School; we've clearly shown that we've achieved greatness through the years we've endured here, but even before all of that, each and every one of us were already born great.

A repost of one of my early notes in FB

Here i am, visually analyzing the contents of my screwed up room.. another full moon.. a perfect time to make use of my powers to their full extent.. i stood up, walked to my closet with nothing on but a pair of bunny slippers.. i got a shirt i loved, a pair of clean undies and those jeans that hugged my legs so tightly.. i donned everything on and started on my wake..

a flash of memories came flooding towards me as soon as i saw his picture on the bedside table. "when will this ever end?!", i muttered to myself in exasperation. just then, there was a rapping knock on my door. my senses tingled and i immediately reacted to the sound. i know my neighborhood too well. nobody would be brave enough to disturb me that much, not in this time of night.i walked to the door as quietly as i can and braced myself for whatever lies behind it. "shit! i hate surprises. this kind of tension is killing me"...i raised my arm in a futile attempt to turn the knob. with all my might i tried to fight the terror that was slowly creeping its way inside of me. just then a breeze swept through my entire body, numbing all my senses until what's left of me is but a rigid corpse clinging on the doorknob for dear life. i knew something was off. with all the strength i could possible muster, i started pacing backwards away from the door. whatever it is must have heard me because as soon as i was getting ready to put my foot a step behind of me, the rasping grew louder. louder and louder it went, each moment more vicious than the previous.i staggered onto my feet. "i had to run, get away from here as fast as i can"... what used to be just a few steps to my room seemed like miles from where i was at. a wave of realization washed all of what little courage i had left from me. and then there was silence from behind me. the cold night air against my back paralyzed me. i was scared to look back but i know i had to. i slowly inclined my head to the direction of the door and the sight that met me knocked the living daylights out of me....

*this is supposed to be a recurrent dream i used to have*