Spunky Chunky Funky Punk Mankey

Dear person reading this message,

I know this may come as a shock. But this is what you will be reading for the next, hmm.. two to thirteen minutes, depending your reading ability and comprehension (36 minutes if you are slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter mixed with glue). I am currently writing to you (though I may not know exactly who you are), to tell you that tomorrow, I shall leave this world and be gone from this filthy, crazy, rage-filled yet somehow pleasant, serene and beautiful world that we live in. (In short, I'll be dead - just in case, you are a 36 minute person). My name is Bea Isabelle S. dela Cruz. You may be asking why for my last letter.. ever.. I did not choose to write to a loved one, a family member perhaps, or a friend. I will tell you why, random reader. I do not want to write to them because this letter is the last piece of me. I want to keep it as me as possible. I would never write a good-bye letter to them. It's just not possible. I simply cannot say good-bye. You may be telling yourself, that I could have just made it an "I love you" letter. However, even with that, in some certain way, it will become a good-bye one (probably in the end - before i say sincerely yours or whatnot). So I'm writing to you, random person. And I trust you to grant the last wishes of a young girl, who by the time, you're reading this has probably died (and if you're a 36 minute reader - then yes, I bet I'm already dead- at least I'll be watching you reading this from one of my clouds in the sky).

First of all, I ask that you tell my parents - Eugene and Leen dela Cruz, that I am dead - if they didn't already know that, because technically, I don't even know where I died or how I died (oh, and please, make haste, you may be slow, turtle, but i don't want my body rotting before my parents see how angelic I look). Tell them that I love them dearly. You know, turtle, when I was alive, I was a quiet kid, I never really told them how I felt about anything. I was sort of the outcast of the family - never knowing anything, quiet as the three of them talked about things I did not understand, yet the light of their lives. Tell my sister- Camille dela Cruz, that though she has no one's nails left to paint, that and no words can express how happy and "in" she made me feel while I was alive. To a wonderful sister, that I wouldn't trade for the world - I LOOOOVE YOU! Tell them that I am in heaven waiting for them. I will continue to be a light and I will pray for them. Tell them (you know, turtle, you can write this down if you wish.. it shall be a bit long) that I will meet them again one day, in that path in heaven with the angels singing around us, the clouds below our feet spoofing (is that a word?) with every tread we take towards each other and everyone else watching and crying tears of joy because of the happy reunion.

Tell my relatives, that I will truly miss them and the days when we had to cares and went beach-hopping and ate at Space Burger and sang Save Me and had peeballs and frolicked under the stars in the night sky, in a field of sunflowers. Though maybe not the last one. I love them all to bits!!

Tell my friends - WAWC and school friends (just find them, yeah? you can't always depend on me, ya know), that I know they must be very sad, but it is a joyous day. I want them to know that I couldn't have survived school without them - in no order, Kathy, Chesca, Giovanna, Tracy, Paula, Jo, Mica, Karla and Beao (there, turtle, a significant clue- take note). I know they loved me dearly and love them all so very much, and in their own way, they have made me become a better person. Read them this: "I thank you all for taking a part of your time to become a part of my life. You have taught me so much things from school lessons, to new filipino words, to what kind of person I can be. You are all truly amazing and blessings from God. Love, bey "slash" DC". I really hope that at this point, they are not crying (okay, maybe just a little). I mean, that's not what I want. I want joy and happiness.

To my friends from the community, you guys truly made it fun. I can't and won't mention names because you guys are too many (and I actually don't remember some, turtle.. hehe.. but you don't have to mention that). To all those in intercessory, praise, yodas, ye1, ye2, ye3 and ye4, you guys are such a handful, though I can't imagine life without you. You made the journey wild and crazy... but I wouldn't have it any other way.

To the turtle, reading this message, these are my plans for my funerals. I want the color to be yellow or orange. There should be daisies, and daffodils and sunflowers everywhere. Bubbles should be floating around. And I do not want one smiley picture of me above my casket. I want a funny picture, make that a lot of pictures, at that - where I am making a funny face (I assure you, I have a billion of those). I want the giveaways to be a framed picture of the best picture of me you can find - solo picture, size 800 x 600. Along with that, should be a goodie bag filled with a biography of my life, a cd of my favorite songs, a peanut-butter-nutella-with-banana's,-chocolate-chips-and-syrup sandwich and a horse for jo (I did promise). I hope you get this all done in time. I mean, this is a wish of a dead person, and Jesus said it was okay. Well, actually I was still alive when I wrote this so I don't really know. But you get what I mean.

So, I don't know how long I have left, and I don't even know if I mentioned all the people I want to mention. I feel so unaware of what is to come - heaven, and I don't know if I made that big of an impact on earth. *sighs* Well, I lived the best I knew possible. I tried turtle, I did.

To all the people on earth, I know life will go on without me (or will it?), have a good one!

Love lots, like really, like I can't even start to explain how much I love - it's just overflowing and bountiful that no words come out of my mouth to express how this love seeps from my heart to yours, to your person, to your being, I don't even know how to explain to you the gravity of what it is that I am feeling right at this very instance- just an overwhelming sense of joy that keeps me happy and keeps me sane for the next few minutes - I'm speechless.. no really, I am,
Bea "slash" Dc

P.S. Please pat my dog, Weezer for me. He's such a smart dog - he's my favorite.


Sorry if this wasn't that personal or whatnot. I tried making it a bit sad, but I couldn't do it. I'm happy cos of the no school. I mean, most of it is technically true. I just really don't want it to be sad. I don't want tears. I'm not really a tear-y person :P oh well.. yeah.. you get the point..