DISCLAIMER: Pardon my french.
I hate surprises to the highest heavens. Call it "corny" or whatever but I always wanted to be prepared for whatever might happen. You see, I always have plan B and C just in case plan A won't work. I'd rather be prepared than left empty handed.
But then again - there are still things that are so way beyond my control. Like people lying to you, them lying and talking falsely about you. And the list can go on and on.
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Just some weeks ago, I found out that somebody in my string has been using my name to cloak all her outrageous and preternatural acts. Yes, preternatural because it is not freaking normal that you sleep with almost all the men (strangers at that) you meet. Now here's the catch - somebody dear to that sicko has been telling people within our string that I was the one who has been teaching this sicko to get dirty. No, I am not trying to be righteous here - I just hate the fact that they've been maligning my name for something that is so impossible for me to do. Impossible because I don't think I have the nerve to do that - I just simply have this high regard to my parents and siblings and I spend my time with work, studying and spending time with Elis period. If you put logic in such circumstance, it is just so impossible that I could meet up with her, talk and teach her to do and be dirty. Come on, can somebody do the Math for them?!
I just wish that sometimes people will start using their head and yes, there is a BIG difference between being excellent in school and trying to be excellent in life. It does not take a cum laude to know that!
I had to tell my parents about this - I just had to. People can call me "sumbungera" and all but at least - I am not a whore and to say it bluntly - nymphomaniac. Damn it.
And here's the catch, this sicko kind of confronted me through text - saying in sarcasm, "Salamat sa sumbong ha". I was half awake and half asleep when I got the text, so imagine my adrenaline rush when I got myself engaged into this argument through text. I told her that she has obviously lost my respect and to that she answered back by saying that she does not care if she loses my damn respect. Of course, she would not mind - she does not even respect her damn self, so why would I expect her to care about losing my respect. Gawd! For crying out loud - this sicko is not what people think/thought she is.
Sheesh.
Can somebody help me find a specialist who can cure her?
Again, pardon my french - you see, it takes a lot of effort to put me in my utmost Delilah mode. I can be the kindest and sweetest person you'll ever know but when you cut loose, I wouldn't mind giving you my Delilah side.
I hate surprises to the highest heavens. Call it "corny" or whatever but I always wanted to be prepared for whatever might happen. You see, I always have plan B and C just in case plan A won't work. I'd rather be prepared than left empty handed.
But then again - there are still things that are so way beyond my control. Like people lying to you, them lying and talking falsely about you. And the list can go on and on.
Segue:
Just some weeks ago, I found out that somebody in my string has been using my name to cloak all her outrageous and preternatural acts. Yes, preternatural because it is not freaking normal that you sleep with almost all the men (strangers at that) you meet. Now here's the catch - somebody dear to that sicko has been telling people within our string that I was the one who has been teaching this sicko to get dirty. No, I am not trying to be righteous here - I just hate the fact that they've been maligning my name for something that is so impossible for me to do. Impossible because I don't think I have the nerve to do that - I just simply have this high regard to my parents and siblings and I spend my time with work, studying and spending time with Elis period. If you put logic in such circumstance, it is just so impossible that I could meet up with her, talk and teach her to do and be dirty. Come on, can somebody do the Math for them?!
I just wish that sometimes people will start using their head and yes, there is a BIG difference between being excellent in school and trying to be excellent in life. It does not take a cum laude to know that!
I had to tell my parents about this - I just had to. People can call me "sumbungera" and all but at least - I am not a whore and to say it bluntly - nymphomaniac. Damn it.
And here's the catch, this sicko kind of confronted me through text - saying in sarcasm, "Salamat sa sumbong ha". I was half awake and half asleep when I got the text, so imagine my adrenaline rush when I got myself engaged into this argument through text. I told her that she has obviously lost my respect and to that she answered back by saying that she does not care if she loses my damn respect. Of course, she would not mind - she does not even respect her damn self, so why would I expect her to care about losing my respect. Gawd! For crying out loud - this sicko is not what people think/thought she is.
Sheesh.
Can somebody help me find a specialist who can cure her?
Again, pardon my french - you see, it takes a lot of effort to put me in my utmost Delilah mode. I can be the kindest and sweetest person you'll ever know but when you cut loose, I wouldn't mind giving you my Delilah side.
