My first encounter with M--- G---- was year 1997. She was seated alone in a Benilde classroom crammed with pseudo-posh, Greenhills crap clad arsemunchers. Gold loop earrings (even before J.Lo started wearing them) with an unpretentious and nonchalant but not apathetic air about her. We would exchange highschool stories in the comfort of the Mutien Marie hall, seated on its marble floors, clad in our emerald green Physical Ed. uniforms, till the D.O. comes and motions us to get our ass off there. I would spearhead Operation Y--- where C---, R3 and I would steal her pack of smokes from her backpack--a futile attempt to make her quit her cigarette habit. She knows everything that I hide and she keeps it hidden. She knows me inside out. Loves me unconditionally. Forgives me without question. Seven years of precious friendship. Now, who says I suck at relationships?