We used to call each other Chacha. Why? Because we both love iced tea and Cha is chinese for tea.

I could still remember the first time I saw her – it was the first day of our high school life. She was one of the prettiest girls in our section but she was also the snobbiest. I said ‘hi’ to her on our way home but she didn’t even bother to look back. After that, I don’t know what happened next. I just found myself on a mutual relationship with her. Suddenly she became one of the most important people in my life. Suddenly we spent valuable times together. Suddenly we found ourselves on an adventure to get to know each other deeper. Suddenly I found myself worried whenever she gets sick and whenever she’s got problems. Suddenly we called each other ‘best friends’ and became one, too, to each other. It was all too sudden and beautiful. The beauty of things we cannot explain is the one that stays forever. Well, I hope so.

After overcoming a big heap of problems right and left, I guess our four years of friendship is worth the time we spent with each other. We had the understanding that could rival that of the understanding that sisters have for each other. She knows when I’m not feeling good. I know when she’s not okay and when she’s having a dilemma. We know when the other likes someone or when the other is annoyed. We know each other to the tiniest strand of detail left in our DNA’s.

But now, it seems like we’re drifting apart from each other. There’s a glitch that’s threatening our special friendship to just evaporate. Actually, it’s not that stupid glitch that’s threatening our friendship: it’s my freakin’ attitude that’s doing the action. I’ve done a big enough harm to break her heart into million pieces. She felt rejected and unimportant and there’s nothing that I can do to make her forget the pain I caused her.

But I miss her. I really, really miss her. Right now, I’m having a hard time communicating with her. I don’t know how I could tell her that I still love her and that she’s still my BFF. I don’t know what I could do to mend our broken friendship. I don’t want to let go of her. I just don’t want but I don’t know how.

I miss the times we hold hands and we don’t even care if we look like lesbians. I miss the times when she would write me long letters when we fight or when she just wants to. I miss her cooking. I miss having fights with her but eventually hugging each other after. I miss her wise cracks and those really useful advices she gives me. I miss spending time with her and not even minding if we don’t have anything to talk about. I miss the BFF who treasures me as hers only. I miss her.

Believe me, I really do.

This is an excerpt from one of my former blogs: http://xixichigo.wordpress.com.

SINGLE & READY TO MINGLE
August 16, 2008

Obviously, I made this post during my hiatus from being in a relationship.

LIMANG dahilan kung bakit gusto ko magkaboyprend…

5. May maghahatid sakin sa sakayan. Kasi masayang may hihila sayo bago ka sumakay tapos bubulungan ka niya ng “i lab u”. Diba? Nakakamiss na yun.

4. May mag-aalala kapag may sakit ako. Masaya yung may mag-tetext sa’yo kapag may sakit ka. Yung kahit na may sakit ka gusto mo pumasok kasi gusto mo siya makita. Hoow sweet.

3. Kapag may umaway sa’yo alam mong kahit anong mangyari kakampihan ka niya. Alam mong hindi ka mawawalan ng kakampi kahit anong mangyari. Alam mong hindi ka mag-iisa. Alam mong andyan lang siya. Alam mong mahal ka niya. Aaaaaww.

2. May 100th Day anibersayong icecelebrate. Kahit na hindi pa ‘ko nagkakaboyprend na umabot ng 100th day o kaya kahit isang buwan man lang, gusto ko pa rin pangarapin yan. haiiks. (-_-)@

1. Gusto ko lang may magmahal sakin. period. enough said.

LIMANG bagay na hinahanap ko sa isang lalaki:

5. Matalino. Yung hindi lang school-bound ang intelligence. Gusto ko yung makakausap ko rin siya about anything-and-everything under the sun at marami siyang alam! Kahit na mag-usap kami tungkol sa kasong sinampa kay Vanessa Anne Hudgens eh makakarelate siya. O kaya pagnakipag-debate ako tungkol sa Sociology at kung gaano ka-astig ang prof ko sa Socio eh may ibubuga siya.

4. Hindi HAMBOG. Ayoko sa BRA: Brainy. Rude. &Arrogant (ang sarap ingud-ngod sa putikan ng mga BRA). Bwahaha.

3. Magaling pumorma. Tandaan: Daig ng di kagwapuhan na magaling pumorma ang gwapo pero kasumpa-sumpa ang pananamit. Period.

2. Kailangan stick to one. Dahil ayoko. ng. may. kahati!

1. Weirdo. Yung tipong sabay kami mag-tetemper tantrums at magkaka-moodswing. Yung makakarelate sa mga ginagawa kong kakaiba. Yung tatanggapin ako kung ano ako. Yung may SOMETIMES. Basta, ayoko ng normal!! (^_^)

LIMANG bagay na gagawin ko wid my boyprend:

5. MaghaHunting kami ng Istobelis. Wheee. Ansaya naman nun. Tapos kapag may nakita akong stuff na type ko, bibili din siya dapat. Haha! Para parehas kami. Gagawin ko siyang Mr. Strawberry.

4. Magbubook marathon kami. Paunahan mag-basa ng libro!! Yihaaaaa.

3. Magkukwentuhan. Wala ng mas hihigit pa sa masayang kwentuhan.

2. Magtititigan. Hanggang sa maluha. Tapos yung maunang kumurap manlilibre ng BURGER! BURGER!

1. Maglalaro ng gameboy, o ng basketball o ng badminton o ng kahit anong hilig niyang gawin.  Basta ang mahalaga kasama ko siya!
WOW! Pagkatapos ko ‘tong basahin ulit, feeling ko nagsulat ako ng isang Prophecy. Lahat natupad ngayon, ang galing!

What happened to the Strawberry Alien First Monthsarry.

01-09-09

Yeeeeeeeeeeey!!
One.Month. I’m with Strawberry Boy for one.whole.month already! Cheers!:D

Pause.

Hyperventilate. Hyperventilate.
Let me Breath. >.<

*Sigh*

Now back to ecstatic mode.
Wahoooo – with a capital W. Hahahaha. I can’t be happier. I’m so happy-dappy about this monthsarry thing. I’m so glad we’ve stand each other this long (Even if it hasn’t been that long, already) Still, I can’t believe it’s a month already! Time has flown by so fast like a bee. Good thing it didn’t sting me.
Yey. yey. yey.

BTW, besides the fact that January 9’s Black Nazarene day, I got a handful of reasons why our day was a freaky – by freaky I mean weird, okay?! – friday.

1. I met MANONG STRAWBERRY. ;> hahaha. I can’t help but grin whenever I remember the guy whom I call MANONG STRAWBERRY.
Here’s the story.
I went to The Link – that little computer shop in front of Rizal High School – to get the personalized Button or Pin or Badge (whatever you call it) that I ordered to be made the last night. The computer shop guy had this really weird look – he wears his hair long with a bit of a wave in the ends and his eyes are quite singkit which makes me think of sleeping chocolates. (Haha. Don’t ask me what sleeping chocolate are, I just wanted to use that term because his eyes look kind of sleepy)
When I was about to pay, he saw my strawberry cinnamoroll from Mcdo and cried, “Ay! Parehas tayo!!”
To my utter disbelief, he pulled from his pocket an identical coin purse and said, “Ang cute kasi, eh.”
To my utter-est disbelief (if there’s anything called utter-est) he added, “Atsaka, mahilig ako sa Strawberry.”

;>

Here’s that grin again. I really can’t help myself from wondering what planet that guy came from. He’s so jolting! I really can’t believe that someone that old (well, not that old. I think he’s in his early twenties) could be a fan of strawberries. And what’s even more jolting is that he’s a boy.
Harhar to the world’s weird sense of humor!

2. Prof. Maningas made a laughing stock out of me. I’m waaaaay embarrased, I can’t spill the details in here.

3. I got my hair a new shade. It said on the hair dye box brown but after applying it to my hair, it became kind of reddish. har. Now, Strawberry boy teases me: 1. Manok. 2. Paramore (the singer’s a red head) Of course, I prefer to be teased as the latter. Duh? Who ever wants to be called Manok?

4. I didn’t eat anything from 11:30 to 6:30! Yay to me. I went on a hunger strike.

5. Strawberry Boy and I were walking hand in hand near Jollibee when his two sisters poofed out of nowhere! Ugh. We were caught red-handed. His sisters gave him that look that said, “haha! Lagot ka kay Mama.” Now I’m sure he got scolded that night. Ugh.

6. I was so hungry when I reached home that the first thing I did was to put my head inside the aquarium and ate the Carpa alive. Yeah, I know that he’s the sole survivor of the Christmas Tragedy wherein four of my little fishies died, but what can I do? I was way freakin’ hungry, couldn’t help myself.
hahahah! Kidding. The Carpa’s still alive and I didn’t stick my head inside our aquarium. I’m not that big of a nuts. Yet.

That’s it.
I should stop typing now. I still have a bundle of things to do.
Northern Downpour sends his love,

ichigooogle^^.

Faith
(By: ICHIGO)

When you decide to love a person, it’s not only the person that you love. You must embrace everything about him. His family is your family, his friends are your friends and even his enemies could be your enemies, too. But what if you have different faiths? Whose faith would have to bow down to the other? Who would have to change his mind? Is faith strong enough to destroy lovers? Or is love stronger than faith?

Old maid – that’s what people usually call me. I’m thirty five years old and guess what? I’m not married and don’t even have a boyfriend. My parents are dead. My three sisters are abroad and are all happily married. A loveless, old maid living on her own, that’s me – just so I could complete the description.

Only I wasn’t really loveless nine years ago.

I was 26 back then and what an ideal age it was to get married! I have been together with Sanders for a decade, then.

Sanders – my one true love – how painful it is to remember him.

We were only 16 when we started going out with each other. He was my first kiss, first hug and my last love. He was always full of fun and there never was a dull moment with him. We’ve learned to nurture each other’s strengths and understood each other’s weaknesses. We trusted each other and although there were many girls who tried to win his attention and many guys who tried to win mine’s, we never got into any extra party. He was the world to me – and still is – and I was the world to him.

There was nothing that could stop us from loving each other – not even our parents – except one word:

FAITH.

What a little word it is, but what power it got to put our relationship at the edge of the cliff, I don’t know.

We have different faiths. He was strong and firm upon his as I was with my own faith. We tried to avoid the conversation about our faith as much as we can, but it always came up.

“Where do you want to get married?”
“Ummmm,” I was hesitant to answer, “At the hall of justice.”
“Nah, I don’t want to get married there. I want it at church.” He said, with all the dignity he could muster.
“How about me? I have a church, too, you know. Why don’t we hold one at your church and another at our’s?” I told him, enthusiastically.
“How about our kids? Who would they go with on Sunday’s?”
I didn’t answer.
“Let’s not talk about it now, Sanders.”
“Kim, we cannot not talk about it,” he looked at me pleadingly, then added “it’s either you convert to my religion…or you convert to my religion!”
“What! Are you even giving me a choice?”
He just smiled.

I tried to think it over. But no matter what I do, I cannot embrace the beliefs of his faith. I tried understanding their teachings but wherever the tide took me, I always came back to the truth that my faith has imprinted on me. There was no way I could convert myself. I knew I would never be happy.

On the other hand, Sanders was firm upon his. He never opened himself when I considered sharing to him my faith. He dismissed me whenever I was trying to open it up to him.

Despite the differences in our faith, the love I had for him remained with in me. And so was his love for me, but not for long I guess.

On Sundays he would ask me to come with him to their church. Of course I always said no because I went to a different one. Whenever we got the chance to talk, he would ask me when I plan to convert to his faith. He became more and more persistent. Whenever I tried to match his being persistent about his faith by trying to tell him about mine, he would dismiss me again. I kept my mouth shut for fear of him getting mad at me. Finally, I agreed to come to their church.

During the sermon, I was never relaxed.

He asked me what my problem was, after the church was over.
“Sanders, while the priest was talking, I was thinking of what my Pastor could be teaching at church. Physically, mentally and in my heart I was happy because I was with you. But I was spiritually dry.”

He never spoke to me again.
 
Sanders became more and more distant. He started going out more with his friends. Whenever I asked him to go out with me, he would say that he was busy with work. If not about work, he was at their church. I tried drowning myself with work and church, too, so as I would not feel neglected.

On my 26th birthday, he didn’t show up. I waited for him to call, or text or even drop by our house but he didn’t.

The next day he showed up at our house wearing a tuxedo.

“Surprise!”
I ran to him and rained him with kisses.
“Sanders, I missed you!” I looked at him and laughed at his outfit, “Haha! Why are you wearing that?”
He went on his knees and said, “This is planned. The last few days I was trying to be aloof to you. Haha! I know it worked because you thought I was really forgetting you. Now, you will never be sad: Will you marry me?”

I can never explain how happy I was at that time. I was filled with joy and I felt that I love him even more.
“Of course I will!”

We excitedly ran inside to tell my parents about it. But the looks in their faces said they weren’t happy about it.

We went to his house to tell his parents about it, too. But the same look in my parents face came across theirs.

Nobody seemed ecstatic about it.

“This put us to come to the part we’ve been dreading in our 10 years of being together.” He said.
“Whose faith would have to bow down to the other?”

“Sanders, do you really love me?”

He went quiet.

“I love you, Kim, believe me I do. I know that you know that. But ma, she doesn’t approve of you ever since she knew of your faith.”

“Sanders, you’re old enough. You can decide on your own.”

“No. I love my mother. And it would hurt her if I convert to you faith..”

“But then, can’t we be together even if we have different…”

“No Kim. We can’t.”

“Sanders, I’ve always tried to listen to you when you tell me about your faith. But in return you never listened to me. It’s like we’re in a court and you’re the judge. You make the judgment even before I testify!”

He went quiet.

“What is faith anyway, Sanders? What is RELIGION has to do with our love? I have loved you even if I knew of your faith, and so did you. I thought everyone has a right to choose his own faith? Why do we have to complicate things and let it ruin our love? We’re about to get married…we’re just getting there…and you tell me we can’t?”

“How about our future kids?”

“Sure, you’re thinking about the kids. Of course it would be hard in the beginning, but later on when they’re older, they would have the right to choose what faith they want to believe in. It’s not about them, Sanders, it’s about us.”

“Okay. It’s about us. And I’m going to be the head of the family, what a shame it would be if my own wife goes to a different church…”

“Sanders, you once told me that you love me more than your own life. But now it seems that your church is your life. And you love it more than you love me.”

“Kim! It’s never right to think like that about the church and about GOD. And why are we even talking about it? The church is sacred, GOD IS LIFE. What we’re doing is a sin! THIS IS A SIN!”

A lone tear dropped from Sanders’ eyes. I have never seen him cry except today.

“Aaaaaaah, my heart is breaking inside Kim. It seems that we really can’t be together. Our faiths are hindering us.”

With that, he left me and never came back.
Even after nine years, my heart is still breaking inside. I still love Sanders and I don’t know what happened to him. Every night when I pray, I ask the Lord why Sanders and I couldn’t be together. And no answer came. Still, I’m not losing hope. There’s still a part of me that believes that Sanders and I could still be together.

Then the doorbell rang…

I awoke to my senses and went to answer the door.

But it seems like I was still reminiscing when I saw who was at my doorstep, it was Sanders!

“Sanders, what are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry ma’am. Do I know…” then a look of recognition came across his face, “Kim?”
“Yes, Sanders, it’s me!” I cannot contain the happiness anymore. I hugged him and was about to rain him with kisses when…
“Kim,” he started crying, “I’m a priest now. And I’m on a mission to invite the people on the street to the 5pm Mass.”

I cried.

The old maid loves the priest. And the priest loves the old maid.

Their love is too strong that if they can’t be together, they wouldn’t be with anyone else, either. But it didn’t have enough courage to try to power up with faith. I don’t know how to do that, and it’s still a mystery and it’s kind of scary. In my heart, though, I hope that somehow, somewhere, some couple beats the odds.

What a merry, merry Christmas!
My so-called family celebrated the birth of the Messiah this year with my uncle and cousins in Angono. It was a fulfilling family gathering…if you would ask my stomach. There was soooo much food. And, after we finished the mouth watering rib turbo, spaghetti, barbequed liempo and –my boyfriend’s all time favorite- dinuguan, they-made ear-splitting sounds with the microphone- sang their hearts away with a magic sing!

The food galore didn’t end there. We headed to SM Marikina and ate at KFC.
 
After that we went home to find four little goldies floating with their eyes and mouths open.

That was a horrendous sight!

My best friend once told me not to over feed my fishies because it might bloat them and be the reason for their deaths. Apparently, it was the reason why four of my five fishies died. Argh. Why o why do they have to die on Christmas day? Is it mere coincidence or is it an omen for the next tragic happenings? Come on ask me.

The Alien called me at around 9:15 right after I love Betty La Fea ended.

I won’t tell you the cheesy things we talked about right before the case with her mother –my soon-if-not-so-soon-mother-in-law – came about.

Number one.
He’s a mama’s boy.
Number two.
His ma forbids him to have a girlfriend.
Number three
He and his ma are devoted catholics.
Number four
His ma doesn’t like me.
Number five
We have a big problem because….
         Number one.
          His ma says the likes of me are people who don’t have plans in life.
         Number two.
          My Tita forbids me, too, to have a boyfriend.
        And Number three.
         I am a Christian.
SCHADENFREUDE: Refers to the pleasure one feels at the pain or failure of another.

Help! Someone’s having fun watching me fail.

Merry Christmas everyone! And may you have complete fingers at the beginning of 2009! Happy Strawberry New Year!!

(>.<) ..a hard bound copy of Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
(>.<) ..a music gadget. I don’t care if it’s an MP3 or an MP4 or an ipod. My ears just have to have earphones plugged in them.
(>.<) ..a new diary/journal. Preferably a strawberry filled one.
(>.<) ..to have a daring, new adventure.
(>.<) ..to have a new camphone.
(>.<) ..to have my guitar’s strings changed.
(>.<) ..to have a new haircut.
(>.<) ..to have lots of statement tees.
(>.<) ..to dye my hair a new shade.
(>.<) ..to attend lots of reunions. (minus the boring, old pips chit-chat)
(>.<) ..to say “Merry Christmas!” to Sir DB
(>.<) ..to boooond with my Sisters.
(>.<) ..to wear a dress.
(>.<) ..to have someone to cuddle..except Memeha.
(>.<) ..to sing!
(>.<) ..to have my fair skin back.
(>.<) ..to read an incredibly excellent book that would totally sweep me off my feet. (the Twilight saga is an exception)
(>.<) ..to blog more often.
(>.<) ..to make my own Christmas gifts for everyone!
(>.<) ..to eat strawberry graham cake.
(>.<) ..to go to Eastwood.
(>.<) ..to go to Trinoma.
(>.<) ..to take a bath more often! (LOLS. this is a joke)
(>.<) ..to have a boyfriend!! (LOLS. this isn’t a joke. haha)
to be continued……

labs,
KANGAroo.

Some aliens could be irresistibly lovable.

He is totally out of the ordinary.
He looks like an alien in the cutest way possible and in a way that puts E.T to shame.
His hair is a beautiful mess of brown and curly strands. It’s a total turn-on.
His lips are so rosy he could be secretly using Cherry flavored Chapstick.
His smile so deeply moves me – I so adore it. I don’t know if it’s just me but I think his smile is so innocent.
His body built is not scary – not big and bulky and, well, macho.
Shades accent his alien look – I always look forward to seeing him in shades even when the sun’s not up and, yes, even when he’s walking in the corridors.
He’s not pushy. He takes his time.
He is freakin funny I can’t help but laugh or smile when we’re texting or when I watch him do his antics.
He plays ‘real-life-counter-strike’ in the corridors with his friends.
He calls the room with a glass wall an aquarium.
He calls me alien which I consider a compliment.
He loves music. He’s a musician.
He doesn’t smoke.
He’s a family guy. His featured friend in friendster is his mother. Isn’t that sweet?
He’s a devoted Catholic. But it doesn’t matter. I would convert him to Christianity someday.
His name is totally unique.
He’s not emo. Wiiiie.

Non-sense doodle with lots of metaphor and not enough rhyme…

The sun hasn’t risen yet in the East

When my spirit traversed into reveries

About ogres and beasts and pirates

Mannequins and nymphs and fairies

I curled up in bed

Felt the moon’s silver light on my nose

Then your message got to me

Like a tattle

Like a prate

Like a chatter

By an unknown ego i haven’t unfolded

A feeling i cannot fathom

Went up my spine

And soon you were with me

Curled with me in bed

Smelled the moon’s silver light with me

Soon you lulled me to sleep

And the ogres and beasts and pirates

Mannequins and nymphs and fairies

Got extinct like the dinasours in my head

Soon we soared

And fly, fly, fly

We were never seen again

We’ve gone to the wind

Soared with the wind

Became the wind

Soon no ogre and beasts and pirates

Mannequins and nymphs and fairies

Were ever able to split me from

you

Nick:
I can’t get your smile out of my mind
Joe: (i can’t get you out of my mind)
I think I bought your eyes all the time
Your beautiful, but you don’t even try
Joe: (you don’t even, don’t even try)
Modesty is just so hard to find

Joe:
(chorus)
Now I’m speechless, over the edge, I’m just breathless, I never thought that I’d catch this LOVE BUG,again
Hopeless, head over heels, In the moment, I’d never thought that I’d get hit by this LOVE BUG, again

Nick:
Kissed her for the first time yesterday
Everything I wished that it would be
Suddenly, I forgot how to speak
Hopeless, Breathless, Baby can’t you..see

Joe: NOW I’M!!!!!!!!
Picking my nose on our bus
Kevin,Joe,Nick:
(chorus)
Now I’m speechless, over the edge, I’m just breathless, I never thought that I’d catch this LOVE BUG,again
Now I’m hopeless, head over heels, In the moment, I’d never thought that I’d get hit by this LOVE BUG, again!!

ohhhhoh LOVE BUG, AGAIN!

Talking:
(clapping)
Great Job
Everybody thank you
Ok, Thank for the Pizza
I’ll see you next year,MAN
GET OFF THAT CAKE!!
Hey, Don’t forget to turn the generator off
I dropped my PENCIL
(door closes)
Bye, see you guys

I was obviously on hiatus during the whole break.  I want to really rest during the so-called break so that when it’s up I would have all the energy I need for the new battle ahead: another semester full of challenges such as quizzes and graded recitations. Ugh.

I had the chance to just pig out whole day and tune in to my favorite radio stations. PrincessVi introduced me to another good-to-the-ears radio station –Monster Radio RX 93.1. Here are the songs I’m currently going gaga over:

Love Bug by the Jonas Brothers

 Grace by Kitchie Nadal
 Mercy by One Republic
 I’m yours by Jason Mraz
 If I were a boy by Beyonce

 
 
But before I was finally able to relax, I participated in our church’s Youth Ministry Week. Well, it was a week loaded with opportunities for the young people to minister. I had loads of exciting, new experiences during that week. First, I was able to join the Human Video directed by Ate Jas which was about the life of an unbeliever who, like the prodigal son/daughter, ‘fessed up to Jesus and came back to him to join his league. I was given the opportunity to act out as the Main Character and it was a real challenge. It was too dramatic for my normal apathetic self. But I was able to pull-off the character because, well, I prayed for it. Second, we went door-knocking over the whole barangay of Mahabang Parang, Marikina and well, urm, shared the gospel. One lady I talked to was a real pain in the ass because she kept making BARA everything I say. Ugh. Another woman, on the other hand, was really creepy what with her saying that she’s a spiritista and man, she looked like someone who could have an evil spirit lurking inside her – maybe she needs the spiristista! Third, I gained new friends- okay, what would you do if you were stuck with each other for one whole week? By the way, during the whole week, we had to stay in the church. (Walang uwian) Lastly, I was able to experience being TAN! Ugh. After a whole week of no-sleep and no-rest in the church, we were treated to a whole day of swimming at the nearby resort owned by one church member. Wheaw. I really enjoyed feeling Ariel-y that I didn’t think about getting my skin burned. I just freaked out when I finally showered at the end of the day and realized how different my skin tones are. You know, yung may linya sa braso? Yung isa amputi yung isa ang negra! Yurrck. That’s an experience I would never forget because until now, my skin haven’t recovered from the sun-tan and I’m still as dark as charcoal. (Duh! Ang exagg ko! LOLS.)

(I would post pictures of this event some time..)
There’s another thing about me that wasn’t able to rest the whole break.

Ta-da!

My heart.

Of course, it kept on pumping blood – it’s made for that purpose, anyway – but, okay, you know what I mean! It’s beating for someone (and for that someone ONLY).

That’s it. Enough said. I’m not going to indulge you, my most loved reader, into the contents of my blood-pumping system.

tREUly yours,

ichigo! ;D

PS. Happy Halloween! Hee hee hee, (creepy witch chuckle! )