Monday, March 3, 2008

Not So Amazing Grace

For almost 4 years now, I have been dancing with some irresponsible kids, who seemed to me, knew only how to destroy and make other people's lives quite miserable.

It all started with a seemingly innocent invite to Friendster, which later on I found out that this Angel is an "enemy" in disguise. While I did my best to shun her away and focus on my relationship, she was persistent in making me insane - unfortunately, I somewhat succumbed and broke down.

After nailing her down, several unknown enemies just sprung from nowhere - sending me harsh messages via email and mobile and even called me several times. It even reached to a point where my name was posted in an old MIT thread, destroying my name.

For a while, I lay low from Internet usage - canceled my first ever Friendster account, changed my email address and mobile numbers several times. I am telling you, it was hellish.

It took me quite sometime to finally get over these "bored ones" and their cruel intentions but I have moved on and silently, became a better person - thanks to my friends who would constantly pull me back to sanity when the hymns of loony would get hold of me and of course, to my man - who despite of himself, would embrace me back to his arms when I am moving away from his crowd, from him.

The nudging from these bored ones never really stopped but I have learned to deal with them by completely ignoring them.

Yesterday, I received 2 missed calls from unknown numbers (landline and mobile). Out of curiosity, I called the landline number just to find out who called me - the girl who answered the phone (and her lack of phone ethics) insisted that nobody called me using that effing landline. Something is up, I thought. My instinct was telling me something is effing up. I called the mobile number and the same girl with no phone ethics answered it. I asked who she was and explained to her the reason why am calling. What intrigued me the most was when I said my name, she dropped my call - just like that. See, I told you - she knew nothing about phone ethics!

How she got my number is still a mystery to me. In fact, it never fails to amaze me how good these "kids" are when it comes to getting into my nerves. I am not losing sleep figuring out how damn these people are. All I know is that, I must have something really worth destroying.

Really, there's no remedy for such a disease called envy. And please, do yourself a favor - get a life!