Love me, hate me but spare me your indifference.

Happy may be have been me when a month ago I was hanging out with my past life and my friends. Until this past life decided to get mad at yours truly and suddenly I’m a freaking bad girl with psycho tendencies.

Since The Past Life decided to get a girlfriend in Manila – who, by the way works at some so-so bar in Greenbelt thinking she’s a bartender when, in fact, she’s a cashier – the girlfriend checked his Past Life and decided to murk through my photos in Friendster. Freaked out, she ordered him to make me delete one photo:

– Which made me curl my lips in disdain with a who-is-she-to-order-ME?!-Me!?-Of-all-people-to-take orders-from!-HER look.

Because of him, I took it out. I told him, “We’ll make new ones next week!”
He went, text me.
I did. I got an, Please-don’t-text-anymore-papunta-na-kami-ng-Manila reply.
Present girlfriend, is that you?
She was in CDO. In my hometown. Eating lunch at our restaurant. How dare she.

“So wala nalang kwenta your last texts?”
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“Because you have a girlfriend now…”
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“Hello?”
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If she is hotter, sexier, smarter, richer – I will do the indifference part. I have the ego of a man plus the balls to show for it. For now, I’m singing UGLY GIRL.