An Angel Called Jazel

We've known each other since Grade School where simple pleasures lie in a cone of peddled soft ice cream and lunch breaks were meant to be spent performing our best atop classroom desks arranged as a runway for 3 vying contestants for Miss U. Well that's us. Jazel, Christopher, and Me. We do the catwalk like no other and even if we knew who's meant to be crowned as the Miss U, the performance was always creme de la creme! :) The winner who's always the very gay and funny Christopher gets crowned with a coconut husk, adorned with a doormat for a cape, and of course a walis tambo for a scepter. This almost everyday routine never fails to elicit peals of laughter nevermind the bad air that comes after that!

Who can forget the surnames Loterte, Alejo, and Guerrero written legibly in BIG LETTERS on the newly delivered classroom chairs supposedly donated by our parents to the school? And because our brilliant Christopher told us that it's our parents money therefore it is ours and if we don't label the chairs...ahem! OUR CHAIRS...then it's like surrendering our parents' money to our adviser/teacher whom we do not like very much? Ha ha! Just imagine the Adviser's outrageous reaction! We had to remove those marks the next day of course.

But we were good students too. If not we shouldn't have been elected on the student council for which Jazel's speech contributed if not made me win a landslide as....never-the-mind role in the student body. Thanks Jaze... Whatever happened to that dream of yours by the way? HAHAHAHA!!!

We have different sets of friends in High School and though we were never that close to share secrets and sleepovers, I'd like to think that we somehow managed to keep the friendship intact through time and distance.

After more than a decade of finding ourselves a place in the world, we managed to get in touch again. She in Quebec and I'm in Melbourne. And because she knows how passionate a crazy thing like me can be... before with scented stationery and now with havaianas she willingly without strings attached sent these over to me: