To my Little Prince...

A beautiful kid.
With a phenomenal talent.
In a chance of a lifetime.
Worked an adult job.
Then commanded the stage like no one else could.

He was adored.

A beautiful kid.
With an exquisite genius.
Grew.
Worked an adult job.
Then broke barriers like no other performer did.

He was beloved.

A beautiful kid.
With amazing charisma.
Worked wonders for the world.
He helped and encouraged others to help.

He was praised.

A beautiful kid.
With a beautiful mind.
Wrote poetry.
Graced it with impeccable melody, Sang it with an angel's voice
touched everyone.

He was hailed.

The King.

Then.

A kid.
Accused this beautiful kid.
The King.
With an unfathomable sin.
Then told lies and wrecked him like no one else did.

He was believed.

The beautiful kid.
With the beautiful mind.
Who was adored, beloved, praised and hailed.
Was overnight
Destroyed beyond belief.

No one cared for the king anymore.
He was crucified.
Along with the people who stood by him.
They were mocked.

One would be unrecognizable.
One would be full of hatred.
One would wish to be in his deathbed.

But not the beautiful kid.
He continued to love.
Though he was cursed.
He worked a grown man's job.
Though he was ridiculed.
He used his exceptional genius.
But he was stoned by the mob.

Then.

After too much anguish.
After unbearable pain.
The Good Father, called on his beautiful kid.
It was enough,
You can rest now.

For a big man with a child's heart.
You've taken much more than what you deserve.
Then he was pampered by the angels.
And nations wept.
Leaders mourn.
You were remembered.

You WILL be remembered.

As the beautiful kid.
With a beautiful mind.
In an untainted form.
Who loved unconditionally.

You ARE remembered.

As the beautiful man.
With exquisite splendor.
and a pure heart
Whom I love

UNCONDITIONALLY...

My Dream

I've been waiting.

As funny or even as absurd as it may sound to others, I've been waiting to have a dream about MJ. I've been wanting to share a dream just like most of my friends here are doing, but I just haven't gotten anything to share. I have "fantasies" about him (not sexual really)

Till November 1st when I woke up from what I can only describe as the best sleep ever.

It was Sunday, I just watched This Is It for the 2nd time the night before and I was still having that "MJ high" I fell asleep Saturday night at around 10pm. I was sooo tired but I wanted to think about Michael first. Putting it in his words, I want to let it "simmer" hihi, but I was too damn tired that I just drifted.

Then I was taken to a place that looked like a garden restaurant or something, there were tables and chairs made from steel, you know the heavy ones that you see in rustic restos? Those. None of the other seats were occupied although all the tables have lit candles in the middle, enclosed in colored glass bowls which made them look more dramatic, there were trees draped with Xmas lights but it doesn't look festive and a moss covered wall separated the restaurant from the street (I think it's a street). I was wearing a red dress, it's not MY dress and I haven't worn red in a long time (http://www.flickr.com/photos/figandplum/524910161/ exactly the dress! I think it's saved in my head since I tried a similar one Friday afternoon, that is what my best friend wants me to wear on Dec for her wedding).

So I was there, I was alone. It was rather cold and I don't have a clue why I'm there or why I was barefoot but the bricks I'm stepping on were a little warm. Then from behind the wall a guy who wore black blazer over a white t-shirt came out, he looked dashing in his black denim pants. I cannot mistake who it was. I just needed to be sure. Then, flashes filled the place but no one followed him, it was just him and the sounds of cameras clicking, then it went quiet as if somebody closed the door or something. I was sinking in my seat, I was the only one there and he's coming near me. He sat on the chair in front of me then asked me if I was waiting for long. Yes, in his sweet angelic voice. I didn't answer, then he spoke again,

"I hope I didn't make you wait here for long"

then I said

"no" monotone, with the a confused look in my face,

then he laughed, his laugh was like he heard something very funny, I don't know if it's because I sounded stupid or because he thought I was cute (LMAO, ok it's probably the 1st one) I was still wrinkling my forehead because he didn't even ask for my name. He didn't ask if I was his date, nothing, he just sat down as if he knew me.

Then, there was familiar sound in the air, no words, just music that I've heard before but I still can't make up what song it is. Michael was talking to me over the very soft music, he was smiling while he was talking about his son I don't know which.

"He sang his ABC's today, you should've heard him, it was very funny"

I was looking at his eyes the entire time. I swear I looked stupid. Then he touched my hand. I think I died but I swear I felt his hand on mine. I REALLY FELT IT. Then my jaw dropped, he leaned near my face, with his elbows on the top of the table then asked me to dance with him.

"Dance with me, Lea" he said, almost whispering, it was barely a question, he pretty much commanded me to dance with him although I can still hear him saying my name. It was the best sound ever.

I was sooo tiny and I'm not a good dancer that I wanted to say no, also because I don't want him to find out that I don't have any shoes on, I am 5'4" on foot and he looked so tall and lanky, but to avoid reasoning with him I said "ok" I somehow knew from my dream that he won't take no for an answer.

So he went over my side of the table, then reached down for my hand. I exhaled loudly then took his hand, he saw I was on foot, he wrinkled his forehead a bit but he did not ask why I'm barefoot. He let go of my hand then removed his blazers he wrapped me in it then I think he said

"There. better?" I nodded then he asked,

"I'm sorry? Better?"

then I looked at him then said,

"yeah... better".

Then he smiled. His sweet, angelic, perfect smile.

He held my hand then he wrapped his other arm around my waist. I was barely moving, his chin I think was on top of my head, he looked behind him because somebody screamed his name, I looked at the side of his arms too, but there was nobody there, then he faced me again, raising his eyebrows, puzzled, as if saying, hmmm, there's nobody there. Then he spun me around holding my arm up, I felt like laughing because it tickled my tummy a bit, after that he pulled me close. I felt his breath on my hair, my heart was pounding while he was looking down on me, I knew he will kiss me and for some stupid reason I got scared so I looked down and I was surprised that we were both barefoot, he gently raised my chin with his finger, then he kissed my forehead.

I felt it.

I really did.

That was a kiss from Michael to me.

I knew it.

I heard the music it was still softly playing but loud enough for me to hear it...

♫ when you turned to me and smiled / it took my breath away / i have never had such a feeling / such a feeling of complete and utter love / as I do tonight / lady in red / is dancing with me ♪

Then I woke up.

My mom was playing Lady in Red in the living room. I have tears in my eyes which is kinda stange because I don't recall crying in my dream. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't even say goodbye to my date. I tried to sleep again but I can't, the sunshine from my window is not letting me sleep anymore. It was 7:23AM.

It sounds stupid, pardon me, but what happened to Michael in my dream? Did I leave him? It was a dream that I'll never ever forget. It was pure and sweet and he was smiling the whole time. I know he's been busy visiting his fans and I'll forever be thankful that one night he came over to visit me in my dream.

Thanks for reading...

Madonna's Michael Jackson tribute VMA 2009

I loved this speech so much, I wanted everyone to read it again instead of just watching and listening to it. So I transcribed it.Ü

Michael Jackson was born in August 1958, so was I, Michael Jackson grew up in the suburbs of the Midwest - so did I, Michael Jackson had 8 brothers and sisters - so do I, when Michael Jackson was 6 he became a superstar and was perhaps the worlds most beloved child, when I was 6 my mother died, I think he had the shorter end of the stick. I never had a mother, but he never had a childhood - and when you never get to have something you become obsessed by it. I spent my childhood searching for my mother figures. Sometimes I was successful, but how do you recreate your childhood when you’re under the magnifying glass of the world for your entire life? There is no question that Michael Jackson was one of the greatest talents the world has ever known (Claps). That, when he sang a song at a ripefulled age of 8, he could make you feel like an experienced adult was squeezing your heart with his words, that the way he moved had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packed the punch of Muhammad Ali, that his music had an extra layer of inexplicable magic that didn’t just make you wanna dance – but actually made you believe that you could FLY, dare to dream, be ANYTHING that you wanted to be, because THAT is what heroes do. And Michael Jackson was a HERO (Claps).

He performed in soccer stadiums around the world, he sold hundreds of millions of records, he dined with prime ministers and presidents – girls fell in love with, boys fell in love him - everyone wanted to dance like him. He seemed other worldly - but he was also a human being. Like most performers he was shy and plagued with insecurities.

I can't say we were great friends, but in 1991 I decided I wanted to get to know him better. I asked him out to dinner: I said, 'My treat, I'll drive, just you and me.' He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards. We drove to the restaurant in my car. It was dark out, but he was still wearing sunglasses. I said, 'Michael, I feel like I'm talking to a limousine, do you think you could take off those glasses so I could see your eyes?' He paused for a moment, then he tossed the glasses out the window, looked at me with a wink and a smile and said, 'Can you see me now, is that better?' In that moment, I can see both his vulnerability and his charm, the rest of the dinner I was hell-bent on getting him to eat French fries, drink wine, have desert and say bad words, things he never seem to allow himself to do. Later we went back to my house to watch a movie and we sat on the couch like 2 kids, and somewhere in the middle of the film his hands snuck over and held mine, it felt like he was looking for a friend more than a romance and I was happy to oblige him and in that moment he didn’t feel like a superstar - he felt like a human being. We went out a few more times together and then for one reason or another we fell out of touch.

Then the witch-hunt began.

And it seemed like one negative story after the other was coming out about Michael. I felt his pain. I know what it’s like to walk down the street and feel like the whole world has turned against you. I know what it’s like to feel helpless and unable to defend yourself because the roar of the lynch mob is SO loud that you are convinced that your voice can never be heard BUT I had a childhood and I was allowed to make mistakes and find my own way in the world without the glare of the spotlight.

When I first heard that Michael had died, I was in London days away from the opening of my tour. Michael was gonna perform in the same venue as me week later. All I could think about in that moment was – I had abandoned him, that WE HAD ABANDONED HIM. That we had allowed this magnificent creature that once set the world on fire to somehow slip through the cracks. While he was trying to build a family and rebuild his career we were all busy passing judgment. Most of us had turned our backs on him.

In a desperate attempt to hold on to his memory. I went on the internet to watch old clips of him dancing and singing on TV and on stage and I thought ‘My God, he was so unique, so original, so rare and there will NEVER be anyone like him again. HE WAS A KING. (Claps) – But he was also a human being, and alas we are all human beings and sometimes we have to lose things before we can truly appreciate them.

I want to end this in a positive note and say that my sons – age 9 and 4 are obsessed with Michael Jackson, there a whole lot of crotch grabbing and moonwalking going on in my house and it seems like a whole new generation of kids has discovered his genius and are bringing him to life again. I hope that wherever Michael is right now - he is smiling about this. (Claps)

Yes, Michael Jackson was a human being, but damnit he was a king. Long live the King!!! (APPLAUSE)

transcribed by: Lea Lomagos

Michael Jackson's: This is it Poster

Ima watch this...

Nobody does it better

I've always loved this song... But now it has an ALL NEW meaning...

From Carly Wilson.

Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, you're the best

I wasn't looking but somehow you found me
It tried to hide from your love light
But like Heaven above me
The spy who loved me
Is keeping all my secrets safe tonight

And nobody does it better
Though sometimes I wish someone could
Nobody does it quite the way you do
Why'd you have to be so good?

The way that you hold me
Whenever you hold me
There's some kind of magic inside you
That keeps me from running
But just keep it coming
How'd you learn to do the things you do?

And nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby, baby, darlin', you're the best

Baby, you're the best
Darlin', you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Baby, you're the best

Anawangin, Zambales

My boyfriend and I went to Anawangin last May to celebrate our 4th anniversary. It's August and I can't think of better topic to write about. If you're planning to visit, go ahead, give it a try, it's pretty and it's super quiet. You'll enjoy it if you're looking a serene place and a taste of back to basic lifestyle. The people are nice and they are very helpfull. Here's how you go to Anawangin!

Take a bus going to SAN ANTONIO, ZAMBALES (PHP270.00 Victory Liner) you want to leave early because the trip will be as long as 6 hours. We left at 11PM.

You will get off the bus when you reach the San Antonio Police Station. There will be Tricycles waiting there (PHP20 per head)

Tell the manong driver that you need to go to Pundaquit. They pretty much know where you wanna go and they will be the ones to offer you boat rides going to the islands of Anawangin, Capones and Camara.

1 Island trip - PHP 500.00
3 Island-trip - PHP 1500.00

We arrived in Pundaquit at around 4AM, we stayed at the boatman's house till it's time for us to tour the islands (5AM). On the 1st day we stayed at Anawangin (after the tour of the other 2 isles). It's a little spooky during night time, actually 4pm becomes nighttime in that place. It's so dark and eery. We set up our tent, since there is no, and I mean zero, resort or cottage in the area.

Like what I've said, the place is pretty - enchanting even, but I did not enjoy it as much as I enjoyed Galera or Batangas. Maybe it's the "city girl" in me but the simpleness of place made it too inconvenient.

Problem #1. It's very hot specially during the afternoon! You would think that it'll be breezy with all the trees around - but no! It's sooo humid and there is no electricity so that translates to no cold water to drink, NO COLD ANYTHING. You can take a dip on the beach though. (I can't freakin' swim and there are sudden deep ends in the beach, so I did not risk my limited swimming skills)

Problem #2. Bathroom. There are toilets in each side of the island, but if you're even a little sensitive to smell, you'd hate it like I did. It's stinks. There was no floating shit or anything but it smells like urine and I hate it. I mean, thanks to the caretakers because I know they are doing all that they can to maintain the place and they are good people! God bless them, but city people are starting to swamp there and it's causing the place to smell like week old piss!

Problem #3. I can't sleep because although we have tent and earthpad, I can still feel the sand, I'm worried that I'll kill the little crabs in the sand (which thrive in the place! There are these tiny white crabs that scared the hell outta me at first but later on I just got worried I'll step on them and kill them)

Those are the 3 big problems that I encountered in the place. Again! I want to emphasize the beauty and the peacefulness of Anawangin but it's just not for me. It's lovely and it should stay that way. I'm not asking for resorts or anything because it'll just bring more people to it and I think it's best to keep the place as it is. An inhabited island.

But, still if you're planning to go prepare about PHP 4,000.00 (per head for 2 nights, 1 night in Anawanging Island, if you'll stay at the resort for both nights prepare 5-6k) for fare and budget while in Anawangin, bring the following:
1. your own tent
2. flashlight
3. batteries
4. drinking water
5. cooking stuff or canned goods.
6. camera...

here are some pictures...

Anawangin...


Capones...


us eating...Ü


There are plenty of resorts in Pundaquit if you don't feel like staying in Anawangin. We stayed in Megan's but the resort beside it has a pool and it's much prettier all at the same price (wink) just walk around first before deciding to stay or ask the boatman for a good place to stay. So there. Hope this helps. Hehehe.

Ciao.

oh man...

I can't get out of this.

Can I be any sadder over the passing of someone I'm not related to?

I feel like someone whom I loved dearly for 15 long years left me and it's killing me. It's like being punched directly in the heart. It gives me the lumpy feeling in my throat.

Yes, people I'm still talking about M.J.

I know it's funny that I'm still writing about this, but I honestly can't think of a better way to release my hurt and anger and loneliness. I never met this man. I was never near him and I've lost any chance of it.

I feel sorry that for a while I had doubts about him. I laughed at him like everybody does. It's painful.

There'll never be another him, not even close to him. God has blessed us an amazing, extraordinary performer and words fail me to describe his greatness.

(Shit! I can't believe I'm crying again)

I think what saddens me is that he's had everything, wealth and fame but he was never truly happy, he cannot be normal and happy like any regular folk because everybody needed something from him. Everybody wanted The King of Pop but nobody really accepted Michael Jackson as he is.

I am distraught.

I don't know what to say.

I'm just gonna think I'm blessed to have known his music.

The Greatest Performer to have walked the Planet.

Moonwalk with us in heaven!

Hats off to you!

Journey well MJ...

I am literally, crying my heart out... I was devastated when I read the breaking news today.

"Michael Jackson, King of Pop dies at 50"

My mom texted me immediatly to ask me if I was okay... I know people will think that this is weird, you won't think so if you know me... I would spend most of my teenage years watching VHS tapes of Michael Jackson concerts, interviews listened to his music. I would save my school and birthday money to buy his cassette tapes. I cried all night on '96 when I was not able to watch his HIStory concert because we cannot afford it.

I was just so sad. It was sad that he died a very lonely man...

I am so sad...

So sad.

Journey well MJ...

You'll be missed.

end of an era...

I know myself.

As everyone should know themselves... I fall hard but once I've fallen out, I can't force myself to stay in a relationship.

For a while now (read as 1 week) I've been feeling exhausted, I'm no longer interested, I get irritated by the tiny things... And as much as I hate to admit it. It only means one thing. I'm falling out of love.

It's been 4 years and I can't just blurt out a decision. So I need to think about it. If this feeling stays for another 3 weeks. I have to let it go.

Whew... How will I say it?

My Super Sweet ** Birthday Hehehe...

The night of my birthday. I received an email from myself.

I composed it Aug 17th of 2008, (there's this website where u can schedule when you want to receive an email basta). I was so surprised. I know it's silly because I made it but I really totally forgot about it and it's nice to just hear something from yourself! People wish so many nice things for you but it's also important to know what you want for yourself.

I loved what I said on 08.

I was also so deeply touched by Pipou's email to me. I loved it talaga. Thank you Pipou for the nice words. You're one of the best! Love yah!

Twit Me!

ei! follow me. i'll follow u... hehehehe
my twitter id is

lea_lomagos

YEHEY!!!

Purina Ad? Anyone?

Grabe! Nagkadurog durog ang puso ko sa ad ng Purina...

Sobrang naiyak ako the first time I saw it (Magaling na bantay, wala namang bahay) yung sa aso na palipat lipat lang sa silong ng mga parked vehicles? And as if it's not enough! Meron pang muningning na nakikipagsapalaran ng tawid sa kalsada.

I hate that it's so true and I hate that I can't do anything about it, so sana kung hindi nyo pa nakikita yung ad at my balak kayong mag adopt sana mag adopt po kayo sa Purina o sa ibang animal rescue centers kasi talagang kawawa ang kalagayan nila. Mas matipid alaga ang mga askal at pusang kalye pero they will love you just as much. I should know I own a dog and 5 cats. Kung wala namang space at may extra money pwede tayong mag donate ng dog/cat food. Please help. It's saddens me how badly these beautiful animals are treated specially in our country. Sana talaga kahit 2 days lang magkapalit ng sitwasyon yung mga taong mean sa hayup nila. Hmp! Hehehe...

The greatness of a Nation & it's moral progress can be judged by the way it's animals are treated.

- Mahatma Gandhi

Ngarag

I badly need some time for myself, I'm so totally tired... I need at least 3 days of "self time"! I need to catch up on my reading, I need to get some Vitamin D, I need to just walk and rest without worrying that I'll oversleep late for work. Ngarag na ako. Shet.

Marley and Me

I just bought the book Marley and Me today and I was checking out the pictures in the book (take note i haven't read it yet) and I'm already crying! We have our family for dog for 9 years now and we just adore him... It breaks my heart just thinking he'll leave us (Oh my Gosh! Huhuhu).

Since 4PM today I've read a couple of chapters and I can tell it's gonna be a good read. I cannot be "ready" for the gallons of tears that I'm expecting to shed though... Wish me luck.

I don't wanna watch the movie... I'll watch it on DVD. I'll read it first. So please don't spill hehehe...

Expected time of completion... Friday Feb 20.

Stereotype...

For yah!

Here it goes...

For the past couple of milleniums people have wallowed in self pity and repeatedly cried that break ups are sh*t, but why the hell do we get into relationships knowing that it can end worse than the last one?

I don't know, but I know it feels nice. I think falling in love is the closest humans can get to flying. Owkay! Mushy alert!?!

I get the inspiration from a friend (who will remain nameless, but i can tell you her name rhymes with warren!) before I proceed I want to say kudos to her and I'm hoping that she stays strong and please don't get back with him for the good of both of you.

So, how long should we cry over a failed relationship? Some say 48 hours then that's it. You're done, it's finish, move on. Unfortunately, I'm not one to hop in a bus with robots in it. Some say as long as you want... Again, I'm sorry but I do not intend to have puffy eyes for the whole of eternity. So how long? I apologize but me too doesnt have the answer to this million dollar question. I think we really don't get over a heartache, at least get over is not a term for it, for me it's more about understanding, you learn to understand what happened, it becomes clear to you why it happened and then you learn to be happy again. Just like the movie, we must pursue happiness. We learn to be our old selves again. We begin to see clearly and we pick ourselves up again ready for the next love to come.

See, We all had our share of bad break ups. We all swore to never love again but as impossible as we thought it was we find ourselves falling for a new guy. Hopeful. I think that's what make our hearts resilient. We do not lose hope that there will always be a time when we won't have to worry about parting ways with someone. I think we must convince ourselves of this, in order to keep our sanity during the tumultuous times of crying over coffee and making a map of dried tears in the pillow.

So, again, how long should you cry? I say... You shouldn't ever deprive yourself to shed a tear but you owe it to yourself to do everything you can to fight it from falling.

Bath and Beyond...

It's been a long while, what am I into these past few days of the New Year?

Long baths...

I'm a home buddy and I'm not into going out during my rest days so I just recently discovered a way to relax that suits me just right! I now enjoy long baths. Thank you very much.

I'm into milk baths right now. Anyway, it is sooo relaxing, even if it's cold nowadays it still feels nice to let lose and be in your own quiet place. You can bring your radio or your cellphone (IPOD optional, it's too risky, you may drop it blah blah) and play your favorite songs while you pamper your skin ALA Cleopatra.

It's just sad that so far the only milk bath product that I feel safe trying is Johnson's Milk Bath, all the others are either weird looking or comes in strong scent. I'm so sensitive to lavender and rose scent which are the usual aroma in Bath prods. I can't breathe and the little asthmatic girl in me comes to life again... Hehe.

I want a product that promises smoother (and fairer skin hmmm a plus?) minus the:

1. Korean Fonts.
2. Lavender or Rose (among others) scent.
3. Unknown brands.

It should be reasonably priced, I mean none of those 300 or less per 1000ml, if it's cheap, most probably it used cheap ingredients in it. If it's super expensive I can't afford it like (4k per 1000ml). Hehe.

So there, you can also try a long bath, you may like it. Instead of being kitten in the bathroom na super takot sa water na malameg. BTW, Don't and I mean DON'T you dare forget to apply the best lotion you can find after a long bath, because it can dry your skin, even if you used Dove or other products that promises soft skin, you know the ones that feel icky even after you rinse it with 100 galons of water?! When you dry up, you too will be as dry as a paper. So invest in a good lotion, moisturizer whatever you like. Just moisturize.

What else... Yeah take care of your hair. You don't have to go to the salon everyweek. Just take time to look beyond your regular sari-sari store shampoo and conditioner. Elseve is my personal favorite.

Hope this helps! Yey! Ciao!