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    Tuesday, December 21, 2004

    blueeyedaave

    Takatakataktakatak. When boredom bites, it kills. Nobody seems to be talking sense inside the chatroom. It has been a long afternoon. My eyes start to swell out of their orbits, giving me a bad headache. I stare blankly at the screen as it stares right back at me.

    This was the scenario when I first met Dave, as far as I can remember. Aside from that, I could hardly recall any other details—like what year it was or how our first conversation went. He was most likely one of the random people anybody would pick to message. Two things brought us together: First, our belief. Second, our inkling to poetry and writing. As years passed, I’ve found that there are more than just 2 reasons to consider him my “online bestfriend”. This is a story of the many beautiful “chance meetings”, or should I say “friendships by chance”, that God had made possible.

    To start with, I was at first amazed at how Dave wrote his poems. I grew up in church and have met so many Christians at my age but have never encountered someone as honest, sincere and true as he was. I look at other Christians and see only what’s pleasant in their lives. When I met Dave, he gave me a realization…that Christians aren’t perfect people. That both the belivers and the non-believers have battles inside of them. And that they are hurt just the same. We talked almost everyday…for hours…about God, life and anything else that comes across. The more we talked, the more I appreciate my relationship with God. And whoever said that friendship is God’s way of loving us through someone has wisdom. Dave is not unattractive at all, but if there’s something I truly adore about him more than his bright blue eyes, it’s his passion—for God, above all else, for writing, for politics (haha)… He sends me his writings and asks me to read them or even check his spelling or grammar (I forgive him, he’s American…hehe! I’m kidding. This is too ironic.). And to each and every time, he never fails to amuse me with his wisdom. I am a happier Christian because of brothers like him.

    We agree in almost everything. (Among other things, we both use Gap Colognes—So Pink and So Blue!) We more or less have the same attitude in dealing with people. We’re both shy people. Hahaha!! And if ever we would meet up one day, no one would be talking (that’s according to him). Sometimes, I’d think that he was a male version of me. It’s freaky how we have our usual conversations and think, omg, I was just about to type those words! It is even surprising to me how he picks up Filipino jokes and I’d think that sometimes, he also has an inherent Pinoy humor within him. He’s the only person I play dots & lines (I never thought it was fun until he introduced it to me.) and scribbles with online. One time, we were playing dots & lines and we’ve both lost track who’s turn it was already. We drew a line at the very same spot at the very same time! I think it was hilarious! How could someone from the other side of the globe have the same mind frequency as I do?! We’re East and West. We’re PM and AM. According to him, if ever we end up together (which probably would be a very sad thing to happen! Haha!), we’d mix our genes our well (I agree!) by having kids with chinky blue eyes! (I dunno if he still remembers this but I think it was very funny.) He likes Prophetic books of the Bible (Jeremiah, Revelation), I like the Historical ones (Genesis, Exodus—he thinks they’re boring! Wait till you get into Numbers, punk!). I remember, in one of the new years we had, we planned of reading the whole Bible together (starting in Job!) and would update each other’s devotions regularly through email. It did happen…only for 2 or 3 chapters. He said if ever I’d want to be an American citizen, I could come and marry him, have children, divorce and then have separate lives. Haha, what an idea eh?!
    Dave, if ever you still want to continue with our Bible marathon, I still have my devotional notes I could share with you. If ever you wanna play dots & lines again, or draw pictures of stick figures, I’d be glad to play silly with you again. If ever you have new writings you want me to check out (I printed one of your works, remember!), I’ll take time to read it for you (promise). Even if it takes me forever to reply to your emails, I want you to know that I value your writings and I still believe that you are one great writer (You should write poems again, dude). And that God is pleased to have given you this talent. If ever you still want to put up a devotional site, I don’t think I’d have enough time to maintain it (Haha!). If you still think Friendster is irrelevant, just make me a testimonial and then forget about your account for eternity! Heehee. I know you are working and studying hard these days but fo’ sho’ (ooh how ghetto! Haha!), everything will be worth it in Jesus’ perfect time. The missionary doctor is still waiting for her missionary nurse. *wink* We’re gonna be a team, punk! We be spreadin’ the love and the Good News, in Jah’s name! Haha! I regret that we only got a phone call when I went to the States but I am looking forward to seeing you in our trip to Israel someday (or here in the islands…btw, it’s an archipelago!). Or maybe in the woods, in your place. Haha! Don’t forget, you owe me a treat to Taco Bell and you still have to teach me more Spanish, mi amigo! (You should learn Tagalog too) If ever you need somebody to vent your thoughts to or somebody to listen to (so you won’t have to download porn from Kazaa! Bleh!), you know muy_coffeenatico is just around the corner. I will be your punk friend till Jesus comes. (Forget about the anniversary, I don’t even know what year I met you! But it has been more or less 5 years of buzzing and punking with you, dude!) Here’s to you and me…cheers! *Mwahugs* Miss you terribly! =S

    1 Comments:

    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    hello, jamie!

    pwede ba kita i-link sa blog ko? wala lang. pero ok lang kung hindi.Ü

    advance merry christmas and happy new year!Ü

    -marge

    8:47 PM  

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