Claire Louis Sejuela Lindayao Eulogy for Someone

STEM 11-19 Sir Rene Laurente G. Reyes

Perfectly Imperfect

Here’s the moment, my dear friend. It is now my time to say the most embarrassing things about
you. Now you’re dead and you won’t be able to chase me with your almighty belt.

I’m not going to talk about how good and your deeds are, neither say sweet praises and promises
for you. Most of your friends and families have already done it here. I want to make this time memorable
for everyone. I remember those times where he stepped on dung unnoticed, and then everyone in the
classroom shouts “who the hell brought their poop here?” He pointed at me, saying “Claire sh*t on his
pants.” I let that pass through because I know that he’s shy to admit it because his crush is the one asking
the class.

I remember the times that we went to a Chinese restaurant to eat some dumplings. He doesn’t
know how to use chopsticks. He poked the hell out of it and used it as a barbeque stick, kalye style. I
laugh so hard that I nearly choked to death. Before helping me, he first took a selfie with me while I
choke, for his “scrap” scrapbook filled with random pictures of us being in cringy, awkward and
embarrassing situations.

One time, we slept at your house because we’re finishing a partner thesis. I’m just starting to get
burning but he slept, leaving me working all alone in the night. While he’s sleeping, he snores like a rusty
Volkswagen in the morning. That’s too noisy that even himself wake up because of his snoring and said:
“what’s that, is there a pig outside?” Ngohk, ngohk, ngohk! It sounds like a farting pig. I even took a
video of him snorting loudly.

Then there’s him, heading towards a painful end. A pain in the ass having a pain in the ass. I’m
sure he doesn’t want me to make this thing boring, and sleepy. Instead, I wrote this for him. I miss the
embarrassing things he made. I miss the farts with a hint of diarrhea. Hearing those things gives me signs
that he’s alive; that he’s here on my side, breathing. In the end, I remember these small things, the little
imperfections that made him perfect. I hope that everyone here will find as beautifully imperfect as
Rholan David S. Malic. A mess so good, I want my life to be a mess again, for the one last time!
Claire Louis Sejuela Lindayao Eulogy for Self

STEM 11-19 Sir Rene Laurente G. Reyes

Unopened Can of Soda

He wants his name to be carved on our hearts, and not on his tombstone. He’ll surely get what he
wants, or should I say what he needs? Louis hasn’t made such remarkable things in his life like what he
dreamed of. Being a president, an astronaut or patenting a Quantum particle machine. He’s just like
everyone else here tonight. A man who once dreamed of a thing everyone is dreaming too.

But I could remember this thing that makes him unique to us. He laughs at his mistakes. When he
crashed the car before, he said “oh I know, the airbags are working; just testing it for, you know.” Or
when he rode the wrong bus: “Now I know this route in case I get lost.” He’s like a kid learning stuff.
One time, he uttered that he doesn’t want to be rich. It’ll be hard for him to socialize to people and to go
to heaven if there’s money obstructing the way. Like most of us, we want to be rich. To purchase a house,
a car, or your own Ferrari were some of your goals but Louis was different. He wanted to help people, big
or small. Like it won’t make you rich or famous, but he continued. He helped people how to earn money,
rags to riches.

He lives his life to the fullest, doing adventure, being locked up in a cell for nothing and made a
smoke bomb that almost suffocated him. But he’s afraid of one thing, death. He doesn’t know what’s
after life, the “afterlife” like most of us. Beyond the knowledge of everyone, he had Chronic Obstructive
Pulmonary Disease (COPD). He didn’t tell anyone about it because he doesn’t want to see people pitying
him. So much pride, I think not. He’s also depressed, due to the recent death of his friend, Rholan David
S. Malic. You can’t tell that he’s depressed. Laughing, playing, and joking around. Even his friends
posted a video of them joking with kids at a Cancer Institution. 48 hours after the video was posted, he
died. He died not because he took his own life, as he knows this is a sin. He’s in his worst; he kept it all
inside of him like a can of shaken soda.

He left everyone a million dollars to help other people suffering from the same conditions as him.
He hasn’t said a word, a farewell. His death is not the opposite of life, but a continuation for others to
strive hard. Depressingly, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.
Before I end this, it’s hard to write a eulogy for myself. And yes, I’m Louis, the dumbass lad who’s not
truly dumb. I don’t have regrets in my life. I did my best, and now I’ll rest.