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?”
“Because you have a girlfriend now…”
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.