The Miguel Agustin Francisco Post

ok.

He doesn't want to be referred to as Miguel Agustin Santa Teresa Francisco, rather, he'd prefer Gus.

So I think, I might need to change this blog post title to The Gus Post.

Haha.

Here goes..

Gus is one of the persons you'd see walking along the street, or along the bridge, or along the corridors, or along any place you'd want him to walk. (he likes walking, he tells me) And, after you see him walking, he'd just be that person walking along that street or along that bridge, or along that corridor, or along that any place you'd want him to walk; he'd just remain that person, well, unless you walk with him.

When we were in high school, I barely knew him because he was quiet and I was not very sociable. But, somehow, when I heard he has this thing for mystics,(i know he'd correct me on this one) I suddenly became aware of how he liked SOME of the things I liked. And so, we became friends.

Being in a school that makes your brain go haywire, your physical state poor, and top it off with the spectacle that we all call teenagehood; you'd really get into situations where you wouldn't know the beginning and the end. So, our movie marathons, our MCDO cravings, and our reading sessions in his house/room (:D) was really one of the "chocolates" I look forward to.

Also, he has this thing for debating, arguing. And, I consider it fun listening to him argue relentlessly to our classmates about nonsensical things; I even take comfort in arguing with him on SOME things relentlessly. (:D)

He made me laugh a lot of times. Because, he has this thing for sounding so cynical about the world and resigned to the fact that he can't do anything about evil, yet he makes it look so easy.

He made proud countless times. He has so much to deal with in his life, and yet, he continues to do those things he wants to do. I admire his courage for doing so. And, he may believe this or not, I look up to him because he doesn't give a care if you don't like him or not, or if you don't like the things he does. He accepts it, and whatever happens would happen. Haha.

He made me cry one time. Because, I thought he was angry, and I THOUGHT that his grounds for being angry was unfair. But then, we resolved it, or rather, the problem resolved itself. (actually, the problem isn't resolved yet, but, he continues to be my friend).

He made me me. :) (err...thats a good thing, right?) Haha.

Oh yeah, have I mentioned that besides "bitching" (debating) , he likes Japanese a lot. And, he is taking up Philosophy in the Ateneo de Manila University. He likes to analyze my behavior, my looks, my expressions, as well as, he enjoys analyzing other people as well.

He dyed his hair, which made him...what's the term? more pogi? :D. And, I absolutely would like to steal his jackets (i think men's clothing is more attractive and stylish that women's).

So, there, that's Gus. And, I would continue walking with him, even though sometimes I would trip along the many bumps of the path, even though the path narrows or widens. I would continue walking with him, because, well, like him, I like walking too.