story of a girl

beer and raech is not a match. not at all. raech turns into a big red lump as the spirit of alcohol runs down through her esophagus. but here i am, writing my blog entry of her with a bottle of San Mig Light. with yosi breaks in between, of course. she said, that i shouldn't be dramatic enough to make Ate Charo burst into tears, but, having beer is already so much drama. and no. don't think i have to be under the influence of alcohol just to be able to write this. well, that's another drama. in an off way. so drop it.

the first time i met raech six years ago, the anti-social-quiet-me was so the opposite of the perky-enthusiastic-her. not that i didn't like her, but that was just the me. without realizing that we'd be taking the same classes for being of the same course, we met roughly two years after. it was ok having someone familiar in the class. but, having someone seated next to you who loves to talk was a different story. she started introducing her life and discussing things even before the professor had started giving lectures. and until now, i still believe that she's the reason why i did come out off my shy-shiny-shell. until now, i still tell people how i used to be quiet until i sat down next to raech in class. raech, there's the comment box for you to refute it. which am sure you will do.

from then on, we became mates in almost everything; lab-, seat-, class-, group-, thesis-, project-, study-, to eating, shopping, watching movies, to boy-watching, uh, to almost everything. our early-friendship ultimate bonding was eating our favorite longganisa meal *with extra garlic rice for me, drinks upsized to iced tea and with an order of twister fries for each of us in McDo Katipunan. and our dessert? the cute guys from Ateneo. that was our complete breakfast for quite sometime. by then, our favorite hang-out place was National Bookstore, may it be in Katipunan or Crossings Quezon Av where we never failed to check on the appliances and furnitures sections.

in the long run, i had developed a sort-of dependence on her. when i cram on our big-time papers, she remained calm. when i felt full with the butterflies in my stomach during reports or presentations, she was my cheerleader. there was that confidence that i'd be making thru with whatever i do as long as she's my mate. she's my confidante. i can tell her things that i'm not comfortable telling anyone else. and that was just fair, after all, she's shared a lot about her life. even the story of her first menstruation!

there were the down-stories. one literally down-story was when she was slammed down to a chair by her brother, whom i find hot, and who is the same guy behind the wheel in my earlier post passenger's seat.
and how funnily i came in defense of her brother. ok, i just have to mention this to establish her connection with the guy behind the wheels. and who'd forget that one down moment that almost made her laptop fly? that same moment that stained with tears a long table in the ground level discussion room of the Engineering library? i was just waiting for her to call for it then we'd rage war *haha! one thing that i really admired about her, was how she came out strong and in control *maybe not much with her emotions but with the whole situation, in general. and one thing i was saying to comfort her, "sabihin mo lang raech, ipaghihiganti kita. paiibigin ko sya tas idu-dump!" which of course, she found funny. but, the next time that happens raech, now that i've met him, i might just give that a consideration. though, am not sure of the "dump" part now, *haha. just kidding! but, i guess, it's about time that i make this confession: when you said that you were meeting him for lunch that enrolment day, it surprised me, though i have anticipated it already when you said that night before that you'd be talking to him. i just thought we'd be having a lunch out that day. well, i didn't ask why. as i have stopped questioning love when i realized that there'll never be an exact answer to my question. but, after bonding with your high school friends, i seem to know why. and it's scary that am finding the reasons *lol so am shrugging 'em off. on a serious note, i feel confident that you're back to his big strong arms. big-strong-arms that needed a gay-guy's-strength-that-is-me to put up a tent. whew! ok, am still proud of that. but, in case he forgets that gumamela in your bikini, you know that i am just a text away and i can readily take on our revenge.

molded with experiences in like,
this girl, like anyone else, is ordinary.
struggles through pain.
efforts on acads.
endures failures.
success.
this lady is extraordinary.
she handles and faces them with lax and sophistication.
simplicity hidden behind the stern looks.
charm is obvious by the sweet smiles.
raech does whatever she can today
and never waits for the next day.
but she envisions tomorrow with positive thoughts
and as another chance for her to be better.
she stands with what she believes
and opens to what she has to.
a woman of both contentment and wishful-thinking.

-by me, on her yearbook write-up-

the sweet smiles sometimes fade, and from a night's cry, eyebags appear with a frown in your face. but, tomorrow, when the eyebag cream takes its effect, you'd see in the mirror a better person that is you.

sis, remember that bus ride after your party i was telling you about? that it was too early in the morning? and cold? i think i forgot to tell you that the mild rain made it possible for me to see my reflection in the window. it was a look that is missing you and everyone else. yab yu sis!

your share of the alcohol has turned warm. but, since you can't have it, i'll still finish it even i gag to the taste and smell of a stale beer.