Sunday, 27 of July , 2008 @ 10:06 pm
I have never known myself to have regrets. No matter how stupid my decisions seem in hindsight, I will always go back to that point in time when that decision felt right.
So even if this decision kills me, even if it is stupid, I know it is the right one to make as of this moment, because I don’t see any other way around it. I do not care if you judge me. At this very point in time, this is what feels right, and even if I know I won’t always feel the same, right now, it is the right thing to do, the only thing I can do. And I definitely won’t regret it.
Saturday, 19 of July , 2008 @ 11:01 am
EDIT: Daming typo. Sorry! Hinabol ko yung 12mn deadline ng July 19 hehe.
This is the very first picture of me with one of my good friends, Meg. It was taken exactly 3 years ago, on our very first movie on July 19, 2005. As you can see, I still had braces and green eyes, and that was many pounds ago for the both of us. Haha. It was our first year, first semester in UP, and we were classmates in Ma’am Chei’s Soc Sci 1 class. I was still living in Katipunan then, and she lived (and still lives) in a condo there. So on that fateful day 3 years ago, I asked Meg to watch a movie with me in Gateway (it had just opened, it was the Trinoma of our day) because I was upset. So we took the LRT2 to Gateway. The picture here was taken before it started. We watched “Campus Ghost Stories”, which is the most repulsive horror movie I’ve ever seen in my life. But I had fun, and it was a start of a string of movie dates (back in a time where we actually had the time to watch movies. oh freshmen days :c) and one of the most important friendships I’ve ever made.
A few days ago, a friend of mine asked me: if I could have one friend in college that I consider my closest, the kind that really defined my UP life, who would that person be? I told her that I didn’t have any, because I don’t really compartmentalize my closest friends. I don’t have a best friend because I don’t think I need one. Sure, it makes it difficult to think up of someone to write under “Personal References”, but that’s just the way it is. I feel I can trust all my friends with my life anyway. I won’t deny that I don’t treat my friends equally, but that’s just because they all mean something different to me. I don’t define my friendships in terms of disclosure, or of the secrets we share, or of how much they know about me, or of the amount of time we spend with each other. It’s about (and it gets cheesy from here on) the comfort it brings to me knowing that I can be honest with myself when I am with them. And I know that I couldn’t be more honest when I am with Meg. Perhaps too honest at times. Hehe.
So yeah, Meg is the closest thing I have to what my friend asked me. She is my first UP friend. Even with the many things that have happened in the last 3 years, it amazes me that she’s still here. I feel so lucky because I know a lot of people don’t have that. I find it hard to cope when I’m in a large group of people if Meg is not there. She’s like my security blanket, my lucky charm. Few friendships change me the way this one has, and I am glad that from this one blossomed even more lovely friendships.
I don’t think I’ve ever told you just how much you mean to me. I hope you know how important you are to me, Meg! I hope you’ll always be here for the rest of the July 19s of our natural life. 
Sorry this isn’t such a mushy tribute because I’ve got 135 to worry about. But I’ll have you know that I’ll always love you. I don’t think there’s anything big enough that could come between us that will make me change the way I feel about this friendship.
Marielle is a 20-year-old Psychology student at the 
