See Jane Lynch like never before in Madonna's cover "Vogue"

This video will send Gleek tongues wagging—*wags*

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A Tribute to a Friend Who's Found Peace (Repost)

It has only been just a while, since I could remember how Karl had been a part of my life. It was when I began my pursuit of music as a member of the school chorale back in high school, there, where i first met him. He was this very loud and cheerful person, dark, and I mean literally dark guy who possessed this extraordinary guttural voice, I almost thought he had a throat disorder. Later, I found out that we had the same vocal section, and I thought, it was such a drag to have him around. I was a person shrouded in mystery and silence back then, short-tempered and irritable, not to mention very fat... so I was quick to flee from his wake to avoid ridicules that were uncalled for. I never expected that he would actually be the greatest bully; a practitioner of the arts of trickery.

Some time during camping, I remember him being the one who gave me this awful nickname, a word possessing such graphic mockery to my physical form. He called me "butchokoy", a name which became quickly accustomed by the people around us. It was very tormenting for me to walk around having this metaphorical placard tied around my neck. I was the laughing stock most of the time, all thanks to him and his wonderful deeds of mischief. Eventually, he was starting to become a pain. Save all the comforts I imagined by joining the chorus, which would have been a great interest as I'd expected. It turned out the opposite when I started experiencing the same stratum of childish jeers I had back then. But this time, however, with his company. Though I can't say he was really a rotten fellow. The way I saw him changed only some time after he did me a great favor in teaching me hurdle through my very first piece, the "Rosas Pandan". Somehow, it changed my impression of him being this good-for-nothing, insensitive oppressor. From that point, I found a sense of responsibility from him, having seen him direct all his attention and efforts to me without having to bully me.

When I stepped up to college, I never gave up my desire to sing in a choir. This was where I thought we'd part ways. Surprisingly, I found out that he was as determined as I in chasing this dream when I saw him in the school chorale. I can't say acting maturely would have meant me having complacency with myself, but it proved to be the best way to cope with the situation. I was glad to know, we have both grown. It was a fresh new start. Like having to know the person all over again and see the good things in him. Though I can't really say it was the end of our childish ways, but it was because we were old enough to laugh about the silly things we've done. I have changed, and so had he. And here, I can really say, I changed for the better because of him. I was thinner then. Things were starting to feel okay and he became one of my greatest friends.

I never thought he would come to startle me once again. I received a text message saying he passed away. Knowing him, I was bound to be skeptical, or rather I had the right to be. Having thought that it was a nasty little game he was playing, I just had to see it with my own eyes. Seeing him lying down in the coffin just gave the impression that he wouldn't go this far. He still was the greatest shocker of all time. It was for real. I never cried though, not because I still hate him, but because I never really knew him very well. It took days until I became reminiscent of him. For some reason, I cherished the memories we had even though it wasn't really that nice to remember, because his acknowledgments were far better than the friends who promised me to be there with me but really weren't.

Karl was pivotal in my life. Without him, I would still have thickened to a bum sitting on the couch all day. If it weren't for him, I'd still be closed off from all the opportunities that went my way. Proudly enough, I could say he was formidable next to Vicky Belo or anyone else who offered slimming. It was the great push, the positive nudge in my life that he had been responsible for and it had made me eternally thankful to him. I pray with all the angels and the saints, that they would be able to send my blog to heaven...

Happy Anniversary, Karl. you will never be forgotten...