Kean Tayag
(March 4, 1988 - March 16, 2010)
Breaking into that mischievous smile with ease, I remember you as someone who is always so easy to laugh. If you were with us this afternoon there’s no doubt it would have been heaps fun poking around your hometown, skating on your longboard, your intricate tattoo sleeve scraping on the pavement. It’s difficult not to marvel at your tenacity simply because you are an outlaw with a heart of gold.
Life in film school has never been without stress, but it’s people like you, who are so full of life and have so much talent, make it all worthwhile. You work your magic with an ineffable cool, and it never fails to translate beautifully on screen. Now that I look back at it, you made a comment on my film that made me truly happy during my first screening night.
I’ve only know you for a short time but I’ll miss you so much duduy. I walk past your apartment, reeling, trying to get used to its empty state. Your cigarette pack’s still sitting by the windowsill. We all know it’s going to be there for awhile.
Ang panget ng make-up mo kanina duduy ano bang pumasok sa utak mo ah? Abangan mo kami dyan sa kabila at babanatan ka namin ng solid.
