Emi, The Rose With Many Names

When she was still Emiat to me, I wrote a profile about this girl as an answer to a journalism class requirement. I remember it took me about 5 pages to 'summarize' her external achievements and the length almost made me sorry as I was called to read all pages in front of the class. But what could have I left out? Even as a student, this girl's already been planting remarkable seeds as she plots and sashays to make her mark in this world through governance and the theater arts.

Now, as I attempt to write about her again, I no longer know where exactly to begin. I've known her for too long and too deeply that I'm slowly beginning to realize there is no box big enough to define her.

I've seen this woman in her many faces and phases as M, Em-Em, Emi, Rose, Remoroza, Emiat, Sesbreño and Parcon. But still, how do you exactly paint a girl who's often misunderstood yet makes no apologies? How do you capture someone with noble intentions who's brave enough to stand up for what she believes in? How do you keep someone still when her dreams are too fiery for her not to fly? How do you pen a girl who confesses to be vain yet zips her jacket upside down?

Truly, there is simply no defining Emi. To do so won't do her justice.

So for now, let it be enough to say: She's Emi, the rose with many names.

Luv ya, M. You inspire me. Mwah!