amiel ruth diolata : please read.

I really don't know how to start this.

Well, this girl sent me a text message a while ago saying that she loves me and that she misses me. I told her that i feel the same way about her.

When I posted my previous blog entry, everyone saw how i deal with people who tries to ruin me in the eyes of other people. To tell you the truth, the issue about that gossip girl isn't over yet and the sequel to that story would be posted soon. Anyway, for a change, i want people to see how i mingle with my close friends. My real friends.

I would like to start this with Amiel Ruth T. Diolata.

When i was first introduced to this girl, I had negative thoughts about her. I thought that she would be the snob-type whom I'll find hard to mingle with.

Only last year during our pre-enrolment thingy did we get the chance to finally know each other. Fortunately, we are on the same side of things. We look at things likely and if there is something that irritates us, we make something out of that so that it would affect our cheery moods. And as we spend everyday together, we began to strenghten our bond so much that now, we treat each other literally as sisters.

We've learned how to make each day fun without complicating things. We would do whatever we want to and the least that anyone can do to us is to try to meddle with the things that we like to do. We've had a lot of experiences that I guess other people with the same age as ours, haven't even thought of doing.

For one thing, we like to skip classes to try and relax our minds. It's nice to just hang around somewhere and talk about things that would place our minds somewhere away from the pressure that school is giving us. The funny part is that, though we aren't excelling, we still are able to pass most of our subjects. And for girls who barely attend their classes, that's really something.

It's as if we could already read each other's minds. Sometimes, there would be something funny and when we look at each other, we already understood what each of us is thinking. We would then laugh our heads off without minding how we might look in the eyes of others. Why would we care? The important thing is that we are enjoying ourselves.

We also have our eyes on adventures. We go to unusual places after school and then we would experience different kinds of funny things. One time, I even went to Plaridel, Bulacan just to accompany her to retrieve her BPI card. And that's a really long way from home seeing that I live in Parañaque City.

Once, we even struggled through the flooded Dapitan St. just to eat at Jollibee. It was really funny when she had oil on her foot and she can't remove it. :)) We were just laughing on that street, soaking wet from the heavy rain, only to find out that classes were already suspended.

And the really funny thing is that, it seems as though we are crazy-people magnets. Wherever we go, it seems as though there's always a crazy man on our way. Once, while walking to a store to shop foods for an old man that we saw outside Wendy's, a crazy man got mad at us because we were walking slowly. We couldn't walk fast because just infront of us, there's also another crazy man! I guess he was expecting us to push the other crazy guy which is the least thing that we would do. HAHA! anyway, we ran so fast that when we reached the store, we were still panting.

Another time, when we were about to attend a debut, we were waiting for a bus to take us to their home when a child about 8 years old came near us and we saw that he's sniffing Rugby! He really came close at us and again, we ran. It was kind of humiliating actually. Seeing that people were looking at us after that run.

And the lastest was when we were going to the market to buy an apple for my Bio Lab class. The thought that we were going that far for a single apple is already funny. But the funiest part is when we were walking through P. Noval street and we had the misfortune to come across a crazy, half- naked man. Amiel got really scared and she was asking me to cross the street so that we wouldn't cross paths with the man. Wen we were about to cross, unfortunately, the man crossed the street and took something from a construction site nearby, and he started to block the whole street so that cars couldn't enter. By that time, we were already in a panic and again, we started running. It was really funny.

And all of those things, together with the things that I didn't mention would always be treasured. Who would ever thought that in a huge place like UST, I would find someone who is kind enough to be my friend and who's real enough to be my sister.? It's not everyday that I could find someone as perfect as her to be my sister so I'm going to take care of her no matter what happens. Don't mess up her life because I swear that whoever tries to do so would really regeret it. Mikee and I loves her so much. And that love is enough for us to know that she is someone who should really be taken care of.

There's a gossip queen in our block.

Yes. As what the title says, there is a gossip queen in our block.

Being an irregular student, I barely see my blockmates now and I regret to say that from a talk to a close friend of mine, I learned that some of them have been talking about me, particularly my love life, behind mine and my bestfriend’s back.

All of the said rumors, as all of you might have already guessed, are from this said gossip queen whose mouth is abnormally large, whose ears are capable of hearing false things from a mile away and whose mind is incapable of thinking. What was more; this said girl has a very good gift of inventing things that no one ever dares to do so. From what I have observed, no one pays that much attention to her so she does these kinds of things for her to be somehow popular, which I regret to say, is beyond impossible.

I owe no one any explanations for the way I choose to live my life. I am still young and I could do whatever I want. A girl with a big mouth like her can’t stop me. About the lie that she has been spreading about me and Mikee, I don’t mind her. That’s obviously the only way she’s been getting attention for years and I bet you anything she’ll die just to find someone who thinks that she’s interesting.

Mikee and I became lovers almost a month after the break- up with his ex. So, how did I ever take him away from the girl? Well, if she still insists that I did steal Mikee from the girl, I guess that the only way to settle this is to have a nice little chat. I still take four subjects with our block. And though I’m always absent for, as everyone might agree, I am a delinquent, I would spare a little time for her if she wants to talk about this issue. But, I assure her that if she does approach me just to reprimand me about the said Mikee issue, that would be the worst decision that she ever took in her whole life. I would slap to her face the truth that I NEVER took Mikee away from his ex and that the fact that I became his girlfriend after the former girl is just a big coincidence. Who would believe her stories after that, huh? Although, come to think of it, in doing so, she would have what she most dreamed of – Attention.

Anywhere she’ll go, people would look at her and talk about her because there, right straight into her, are four big letters written in bold which reads: LIAR. Who would want to make friends with her after that, eh? So, a little piece of advice, shut up or I will force you to do so. You would do well to stop nosing around other people’s lives. If in case the reason behind this meddling attitude of yours is that you don’t have any problems of your own, well, what can I say? I would gladly give you some. Let’s see how well you could cope with it. Lastly, stop inventing stories. Everyone’s lives are interesting enough without you adding lies into it. I know some of your deepest secrets without you telling me. I guess I’m not that lazy about doing assignments, after all. I did a little research about you. And that’s how I got it. I got it from your former friends whom I befriended. How would you feel if at the peak of you, inventing stories, my mouth suddenly slipped and- boom! Your deepest, dirtiest secret is revealed. I wouldn’t feel guilty, though. At least what I said is true.

My point in writing this? To tell everyone to mind their own businesses.

This story might just be a product of my imagination or, it might be true. I won’t say which.