One Sure Way to Flatten and Tighten Your Abs

Now that the psycho x has decided to devote her life making herself a nuisance in mine, it would be so nice to have my friends here with me. Full enforcement would ensure twice the enjoyment I'd get from finding something terribly wrong about the cavewoman. Given her barbaric way of life and the pathetic things she has showered me with over the course of my relationship, that task would be as easy as concluding Britney Spears is the greatest lip-syncher in the whole wide world.

When I've unearthed enough crap about her, me and my friends would talk over alcohol or coffee, and cigarettes. And somewhere along the lines of defaming her character (be it the thing that resembles a bird's nest on top of her head that she calls hair or that skull that can be used as storage space) and running out of adjectives used to describe a woman we wouldn't want to have anything to do with, sit-ups and crunches would be absolutely unnecessary because laughing at her is enough abdominal exercise to give me a six-pack.

So there.  Now all you have to do is find your own psycho x.


I know this isn't exactly the maturest way to deal with someone like her, but I?  I need a break.  

Case of the (Psycho) X

I am not a veteran of romantic wars but when I say that most of you are fortunate enough to not have to deal with a boyfriend's ex-girlfriend, take my word. If an engagement was announced at a family function, it is truly embarrassing when it is broken off because of a third party. A year and a few months after, don't think that the x is well on her way to recovery, because she is not.   


You would think that after all this time, she has mustered enough dignity to brush herself off and just let the past go. You'd think she would stop pulling cheap tricks out of her sleeves and save herself from further humiliation. You'd think she has an adequate amount of brain cells to come to the realization that she is sinking way, way low. You'd think she has gotten over him.  Well, think again.

The cavewoman is in dire need of a bracing reality check.  She continues to dwell in her stupid state of mind, unaware that what she needs in order to fully recover from the heartache is to rejoin the entire human race back here on earth. She has to open her eyes and see things as they should be seen - that her ex-fiance is not coming back - no flying hearts, no rainbows, no clouded judgments and no jaded perceptions.

She has done a medley of things that illustrate her inability think lucidly.

Fact 1: you don't tell a person to quit trying to contact you when the person hasn't.

Fact 2: there is no fact number two. Fact number alone is enough to render her psychologically incapacitated.

On a lighter note, it's just so funny how she can ask someone to leave her alone when she's the one who keeps sending emails, using her sister's this time because we have blocked all her email addresses. Preposterous, I know, but you have to give her credit for that unwavering fighting spirit, and just throw a laugh her way to let her know that her efforts of snatching even an iota of attention did not end in futility. It might not be the attention she was hoping for but, hey, pity and ignominy are high praises considering what she has done.

There are a few things she could do to cope with the pain of losing someone she intended to marry.

1. If she has a rich relative bank-rolling her, or if the high cost of furniture and china isn't a problem at all, she can throw them all against the wall for a therapeutic release of anger. The sound of plates and glasses shattering against the wall would do wonders for her; it would be cathartic.

2. She can burn all photographs, letters, and gifts.  It might be hard to part with the engagement ring, but it would really do her good if she lets it go once and for all.

3. List down all the things that she abhors about him and have that list photocopied so she can paste them all over her room.   


Scratch number 3 - it might not be a good idea.  Having dealt with her for quite some time now, I'm positive she'd end up listing what made her fall in love with him in the first place. That would just send her back to that abnormal state of mind and she might end up falling in an irreversible catatonia.

I don't want to make her out as a hopelessly dim-witted cavewoman who is scarred for life.  I have an idea why she has resorted to cheap tricks and why she has probably dedicated her life to making us fully aware that we have wronged her.

She has to know that these things are unplanned. Angry words have been spoken and stupid things have been done. Bottom line: the person that mattered most to her has already issued an apology. It might not be enough for her to just let everything go and move on with her life but she has to know that even though she couldn't possibly sink any further, there's still room and time to heal.

Take a deep breath...and release some of the pain and anger as you exhale. Get a life of your own. And leave ours alone.

Errr....

For a person who's very adamant that she has moved on, and that she has slammed the door to the past with numerous suitors waiting for her to re-open it, my boyfriend's xgirlfriend seems pretty determined to make her presence known in one way or another.

1. The Acquaintance - this is a girl I knew back in college. Our exchange of words ranges from "hi" to "hello," and nothing more.  Then I moved here, and along she came on IRC chatting with me. She was very inquisitive but it seems innocent enough that I didn't deem it prying or intrusive. I was glad to be able to talk to someone and she was there. Little did I know that the xgirlfriend was using her to acquire information from me. How things unraveled...how I knew about their conniving friendship is such a long story that I don't even want to waste time writing about because I cringe at the thought that a fellow female can sink that low. I now have lots of blocked email addresses on my account to keep them from contacting me.

2. The Forwarded Messages - I don't think this would cease to amaze me.  Ever. Aside from being pointless, it was just plain stupid. I started receiving forwarded messages from the acquaintance. Sure, the messages contained absolute lies and disillusionment, and I should probably take it as a compliment that they exerted way too much effort to annoy me, but it still bugged me all the same. How a person can resort to shameful tricks like that is totally beyond my comprehension. It was something I just wasn't exposed to as a child given my upbringing - with class and dignity.

3. That Darn Friendster - She sent a request to be added to my boyfriend's list of friends and I accepted. I mean, it has been over a year. If she isn't over him yet, if their memories together are still vividly inscribed in her heart and mind, it would just blow my brains. I thought it was healthy and that it was nice that she would extend an invite because i took it as an indication that she has somehow moved on. Boy, was i wrong. I shouldn't have deleted the request because she once again found a way to get in touch, telling us to leave her alone.  And I would've loved to see the look on her face when I send her back the invitation she sent because she claimed she didn't. Friends don't just show up on your list, but that's how things go. The email she sent us went unanswered. You don't argue with a crazy person; you just ignore them. You also ignore the messages she asked her sister and her friend to send.

Insecurity --- insecure -in`se`cure ( n s -ky r ) ---

1. not sure or certain; doubtful 2. inadequately guarded or protected; unsafe 3. not firm or fixed; unsteady 4. lacking stability; troubled 5. lacking self-confidence; plagued by anxiety

Because she is in a state that commands pity more than annoyance, I take that word she accused me of being, with hopes that it would make her feel better. I wasn't the one who was left by my ex-fiance.  I am not completely without fault, so I'll let her do what she thinks would make her happy and us suffer.  She can say what she wants.  I know to whom that word applies to.

M-E

a proof that what you see isn't exactly what you get. a contradiction for being simple a bit complex. always walking back and forth at the thin line that differentiates childish and childlike.  


i'd rather stay home with a good book that go to a club - there's more to life than meeting random strangers and being sucked into useless conversations.  but that doesn't mean i'm unfriendly because i truly am.  but just because i'm friendly and always smiling doesn't mean you can walk all over me.  if you got to do it once, don't think you can do it again because the next thing you know, you're paralyzed waist down, getting your nourishment from a tube down your throat.  


kidding.


just try to remember i'm not a pushover. i'm not a monster. i'm sweet and can be such an angel but that does not mean i can't be a witch (with a capital "B".


my acknolwedgment of being a witch doesn't equal to an apology, though. it's hard for me to say sorry due to excessive pride, but please take my version of it even if it's pretending to be an insult.

my insults are too suble to register on tiny brains - that doesn't mean i can't talk talk.  i prefer to listen, though.  but just because i'm a good listener doesn't mean i take advices readily. but, really, i'm not stubborn.  i just have my own take on life.

i'm impulsive - i've gone bungee-jumping but i won't be caught dancing on top of a table drunk. impulsiveness isn't synonymous to lunacy. and just because swearing is as natural to me as breathing, don't think i don't mean it sometimes.

i'm such an easy-go-lucky person, taking one step at a time - but that doesn't mean i'm not thinking about my life in a larger scheme. i've moved to another country but that doesn't mean i 've left my values behind. i'm still conservative but i'd wear a shirt with a plunging neckline because i haven't forgotten to lay a palm on my chest when i lean over to pick something up.

i am an optimist who suffers from bouts of cynicism every once in a while, but i love life.  how can i not?  i have my family, my friends, and, for the first time, i'm truly in love.


life is good.