Everybody's Changing and I Don't Feel The Same...

I've just chatted with Nina (my high school friend) via YM..and she really, really, really wants to have a boyfriend. We belong in the same club actually. The Single Since Birth Club. Man..what a pathetic name! Haha..fits us perfectly though..along with my kabarkada's..well most of my kabarkada's.

Just a while ago, I came to thinking. I have this blockmate before who was sort of hitting on me. It wasn't very obvious though. Well, I saw him last Wednesday. I don't know what's up with him already. Then a few days ago, I've been answering surveys in Friendster then I thought to check out his account. He now has a picture of him and his girlfriend with his status saying: In a Relationship. He had quite a few testimonials, but he erased most of it, but he kept mine. Okay. Maybe it's just me, assuming I'm special or whatever but that is something, right? We're good friends. I mean, he didn't really court me formally or anything and we somehow managed to keep in touch. Incidentally, he texted me just an hour ago. He was asking me the place I told him about with this very nice skyline, Vivere. He once asked me where he could take a girl out for a date and I told him about that place. Then he even called me up just to ask if it's better in ATC or Filinvest with him calling me "Edelito", a name he and his friend use just to annoy me. Hayy...

Then I went to my high school guest book (which isn't really a guest book since we're the only ones who sign there) to update everyone with what's happening with our lives. One of my friends now has a new boyfriend. Good for her. Really, I'm happy for her.

Then I remembered my college friend. For this year, she's broken up with her boyfriend, met a new guy who became her boyfriend, broke up with that new guy and is now getting back with him. She has cried a lot of tears already and now, she's all happy again with their situation. Cute.

So what's my point?

Well..it's been more than a year since my blockmate. It's been almost a year when my friend was courted by her new boyfriend and my college friend did all of that for only a year. So it has been a long time. People had something significant or at least exciting happen to them and what happened to me? Nothing. Same old me. I've just been the shoulder to cry on during break ups. I'm the person to ask where to take their girlfriends for dates. Why can't it be the other way around? I'm so done being the Third Wheel. Why can't they be the third wheel? Hayy...life's a bitch. I'm not pitying myself. I'm happy for them and I'm in a happy state right now. I don't know why but I'm just happy. I'm worry-free and that's a good thing to be. But I believe I could be happier. Well things could get a lot better. I'm not complaining and I'm not asking for anything. If it comes, then it comes. I've grown tired of waiting. So in the mean time, I'll sweat it off in the gym and improve my forehand. That's the good part I guess..

Crazy Dancing

Mama's 70th birthday was celebrated, Saturday. Wow. 2 parties back to back! I had a great time. We danced all night with 60's music. It was really fun. I always thought I didn't know how to dance. I mean like, you can make me sing or do a monologue but dancing in public is just not my thing, choreographed dancing, that is. (Btw, Bamboleo wasn't my idea!). I guess that's just me. But dancing when everyone else is dancing is cool with me. My in-laws, Tricia and Jan were there and I think for the first time ever, I saw Tricia looked like a complete moron (and so did I), but clearly having fun. She kept doing the Itien dance that's just all butt. It was funny. I liked dancing to the 60's music. I didn't know the dance steps but I just did what everyone else was doing. Haha. And before we left, Tita Ruby's friend told me I was the best among all of us. REALLY?! And when I was watching her dance with her hubby, she was good! So that just makes the whole thing even better. Haha. That's new. That's probably one of the complements I'll never ever forget. But I'm still not for choreographed dancing.

I saw my second cousins that night. There's some tension between some of them and some of us. I've just had it with them. I'm not the type who'll just shut up but I'm also not the type to cause any comotion. I'll do it like I'm not doing anything to them. I'll just be my normal self. Then little by little, they'll realize, they shouldn't have messed with me. But I still don't get their problem. We used to be close but then they started to say stuff behind our backs. We're family for crying out loud! But since they're doing that to us, they'll regret ever doing that. Oh and yeah..the way she just wore that pleated skirt was just really bad. Miguel was right when he implied she looked like a majoret. Haha! I'll show her how to do it. Haha..

Almost a week has passed and what I did in Kuya's party's finally starting to sink in. Why do I feel embarrassed all of a sudden? Is it because I caused some of them terrible headaches and allergies? Haha. I really had a good time and I'd do it again. But but but...why do I feel like I shouldn't have done some of the things I did? Ahh..I really don't care. I'm still happy with my new crush. Hahaha!!! Gawwddd..Rain delay. My Marketing test today was postponed. Freaking rain delay. One of the things I'll probably never understand is.. Why is it that when classes have been suspended, the sun starts to shine?! What's up with that?! It's a good thing I guess, since I haven't really studied yet. But what's the point? It's the same thing.. I'll fall asleep while reading anyway. Haha.. Feeling good!

House Party

The feeling when you're drunk is probably one of the best things. That is when you're drunk because you're simply having a good time. Euphoria. When that happens, nothing else matters but that moment.

Kuya Nono's party last Friday was just perfect. Perfect timing, everything. This week's my finals week and a party with a bunch of people I barely knew was the way to go. It's been a while since there was a bash and it's also been a while since I met new people. I met a lot of new people actually last week. I went to Abby's Philosophy class then that party. (Come to think of it...I met Ateneans. But who cares!) So as usual, I got home early and by 2pm, they arrived. 1 van of girls and a 2 guys, one of which is my brother and the other well he looked like he was gay but apparently, he's not and according to Tricia, he's like the king of the nerds in their class. Haha! I have nothing against nerds because I'm a firm believer that they will have their revenge..eventually. Tricia even told Ate Erin and me, ahead of time that most of the people who will be coming will be "goody-goodies" who would never drink. But when we were in the grocery, Ate Erin and I were pushing them to buy "booze" (Ate Erin's favorite word). And they bought a lot. When we got home, they prepared the food for the party. Most of my brother's friends are from the province whose schools' names have Science in it. So they were the ones who cooked the food. And guess what?! I helped out. The TV in the family room was pulled out by the repairman so I had nowhere to go. Oh well. But by the time we're done, there was nothing to do. So finally, I schemed on putting something in their iced tea. And with Tricia's permission and with Ate Erin finding a bottle of brandy later... Well..nothing really happened. People knew there was something in their drink other than iced tea, so for the rest of the night, the 2 pitchers of what was supposed to be pure iced tea were left untouched.

I decided to go upstairs and take a bath since I smelled like olives. Then Ate Erin said her beloved Iraqi boyfriend will be coming over (Happy days are here again! The stars above are here again. So let us sing the song of cheer again, happy days are here again!) So I decided to just wait for him so I'll eat with them. So while waiting, I watched the Hoobastank special on Myx. Then he came, then we ate. But the guest of honors, the 2 French exchange students with a bunch of other people hasn't arrived yet. So we waited. And waited. After Catch Me If You Can on HBO, they were finally here. I almost forgot about the report I had to do but my groupmate texted me and said he wasn't home. Good. But Ate Erin and Jan were no where to be found. Fine. When I got into the kitchen, there was Chocolate Mousse. Great. Then Tricia came and said she's introduce me to the cute French guy. Oh no. I heard that guy sing Karma Chameleon..and it was just..really bad..with his voice coming from his French nose..it was terrible! Turns out that guy was gay and the other one was "good-looking" but didn't measure up to my standards. Haha! He's just white and tall..typical white guy. Nothing special. Then Tricia said she made the gin-pom already. Then I thought..finally! But it tasted nothing like gin-pom. So I put more pomelo and gin. At that time, the happy couple emerged out of nowhere and we all planned on doing something that I called 'rounds'. We mixed orange, pineapple, pomelo, gin and tequilla and everyone had to drink at least one shot and no one can say no. It was a cool way actually get to know Kuya's friends. And contrary to what I thought, he had normal friends. Haha. Probably about 1/3..not 1/4 were normal. So it was a success, I must say. Everyone's had at least one shot, some people asked for more and by the time we're done with the rounds, I've had a couple a shots myself. And before I knew it, Jan as his usual self, grabbed the mic and then everything seemed to happen so fast that I was singing Hit Me Baby One More Time already. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the people were cheering for me and the guy I was eyeing was really cheering hard. Haha! (Hayy..sarap magfeeling..pagbigyan na!) Then they asked the French guys to do the ocho ocho and bulaklak dance and that guy (he looked so clean!) was the one who demonstrated it to them. It was hilarious. He was cute. (I'm a girl with a crush! Haha!) That Karma-Chameleon French guy whose name happens to be Itien was very game.

Then rain started to drop from the sky. Everyone was asked to come inside. Then people started to come up to me and talk..he talked to me! WEHH! For about a minute thanks to this weird looking guy with long eye lashes who all of a sudden started to talk about how happy he was and how grateful he was for the party. Oh right, it was his despidida party. He kept offering a handshake. And for that 10 minutes we were probably talking, I shook his hand for about 5 times. Weird! Then this other guy with his eyes all red and his hair completely messed up kept asking for more booze. Haha! Then they had the charades. Consequence for the group who failed to guess the right answer was that everyone's gonna have one shot each of either lambanog, tequilla or gin. And that was my job. And while pouring drinks, I was drinking too. So I guess I've had a lot that night. But it was fun. After that was the introduction part, ironically to sum up the whole night. I'm not really part of their block, but they asked me to join. And I was glad I did. They were even cheering for me again..who was cheering the loudest?! Haha! And after that, people started to go upstairs. They had their own game there. I on the other hand, sang 3 more songs before I decided to go to bed. I have a fan, I must say. This guy who looked like he'll lose his hair even before he reaches 40 and guess again..he kept shaking me hand. What up with those handshakes?! Then I was about to go up when Kuya Manny, with his shirt tucked in his high waist pants told me Max was missing. HUWAT?! So I spent about 20 minutes looking like for Max totally wasted. I even interrupted the game they were having. And guess again! He stopped the game and said "O? You want me to look for him?" Ahaha! My gosh. Of course, I said it was okay and he didn't have to do that. So I just went to bed hoping Max would come home, but I wasn't really worried. Told you..euphoria.

Then the next day, I woke up because my phone was alarming like crazy. I had to go somewhere. First thing I did was go down and see if Max was there. And he was. Whew! Then after taking a bath, I headed straight to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Most of them were awake already, still looked wasted. Hehe. After a few minutes, I bumped into him. He was still wearing his clothes from the previous night but he still looked like he smelled good. He looked so clean! Hayy..then after a few minutes, he got down straight from the shower. Aww.. Haha! And it just so happened that we were talking how Max got home. And guess what?! He's the one who saw Max! They were outside when Max appeared out of nowhere so once my cat got inside, he said they closed all the doors and windows. Aww.. I'm talking too much already.

Even my mom knew I had a crush on one of Kuya's friends! Goodness. Ate Erin thought he was gay and that made me think. Man..what's up with gays?! Am I gonna end up like Grace as in Will and Grace?! Haha!!! But according to Tricia and Kuya Nono, he wasn't. But when I asked if he ever had a girlfriend, they didn't know. Uh-oh! Haha! Mommy thought I liked the French guy. Uhh..no. So when I said it was the vegetarian..her reaction was: "O? Eh vegetarian un eh. Pano pag naging kayo?" Duhh...it's ONLY a crush. I'm not even sure if he's straight for heaven's sake!

The Events

Hoobastank put up a great show Tuesday night. I'm just soo pissed that the majority or the audience only knew The Reason. I mean typically for a rock concert, the bouncers and having chairs are no big deal. When Rivermaya was almost done with the opening act, people started leave their chairs and go in front. It's of course, the bouncers' job to keep us away but if people would just force themselves, the bouncers and the security can't do anything about it. BUT NOOO... they decided to follow the frikking bouncers and went back to their seats. Even Rico Blanco screamed "Ok lang yan! Di tayo Singapore!" As much as Abby (my ever loyal concert buddy) and I wanted to stay in front and stand there the whole night, we're the only ones left and it was soo easy for the bouncers to push us back to our seats. So wer really didn't have a choice. Fine. But what's soo fucking annoying was that when Hoobastank got out and performed. The people weren't feeling them AT ALL. Doug was trying to tell the people not to mind the chairs and just do whatever they like..again...NOOO. The people stood there like zombies. I tried to not care but it was just embarrassing. Humiliating. At least they were able to sing The Reason. Now I'd understand if they wouldn't bother coming back here. There's just nothing to come back to. It was so obvious they didn't enjoy themselves. But I did. They played Pieces and that was it for me. They're not the best band in the world but like I said, watching concerts like that is enough for me. I had a great time. I left Folk Arts really sweaty (not smelly!) with a big smile, (obviously a sign I enjoyed myself) a little deaf and thirsty but it was fine. I just love that feeling after watching a concert. Everything else is chaotic (it's hot and sweaty and some smelly people, everyone looking for the nearest vendo machine) but you know that it was an amazing show and everything else doesn't matter. Hayyy... Who's next?!

I went to Ateneo yesterday. It was not planned at all. I was supposed to stay in school until there's a shift going home. But since my friends all had things to do, I decided to go to Ubay. Mom picked me up by the way and my commuting days I think, are over. Anyway, it was a Wednesday. I'm done with driving and I realized that I had nothing to do! Then it occured to me. Marga doesn't have classes Wednesdays and it's the perfect time for me to go to Ateneo so I could finally sit in on Abby's philo class. Haha! Her beloved prof is okay. He even made me as an example. I felt very welcome and it was nice. They were studying Philosophy of the Human Person or something like that. I just love philo and I enjoyed their discussion. It was fairly easy to understand..but most of them didn't get it. So when the prof asked me if I understood the lesson, of course I said yes. Now Eboy's making an excuse that he's pressured and I'm not. Haha! C'mon! It was easy...Ateneans! Tsk tsk! Haha..kidding. =) Then it was Abby's break. We went to their cafeteria. It was fun to see how it was there.

Marga and I also attended Abby's Spanish class which is very cool. I don't really know how to speak Spanish but it's very easy to understand since it's very close to the Filipino language. I've been planning to learn Spanish actually. I bought books and I wonder where they are now? (Hmm?! Ü) I prefer Spanish than French. Spanish can be understood by so many people, Mexicans and it's close to the Italian language.

Anyway, I had another encounter with Abby's pathetic sister. I just pity her, really. She was drunk. And for goodness' sake it was 5pm. Her friend brought her to the car apologizing to Abby that they got her drunk. And outside, she was giving us flying kisses like a complete moron. I sat at the back of the van knowing she'll be there and she happened to sit in front of me. And as always, she insulted me by inlcining her seat pretending like she didn't know I was there. Heller! She did a double take on me when she was giving those flying kisses. If I didn't know better, I would have said something that will get her out of her drunkenness. Then she was talking to Abby saying all these things that she just wants me to hear..worse, with her fake accent. "Uhhhte! I have beer belly! Look I have beer belly! I need to lose this, help me! I have two fashion shows in September!" Yeah, like I give a shit. It's like she's expecting me to be jealous or something. Jeez. She's like stuck in high school. Back then, I didn't even care, so why bother now? So I'd know that she has all these "friends". I'm just green with envy. Sheesh.

My Therapy

Another week has passed and the only thing I've accomplished is my driving lessons. At last I'm done with it. Hopefully by Friday next week, I'll get the test then after that, I'll have my license. That's about it. It's no big deal since I cannot like take the car and go anywhere. Not after the minor accident. Let's just say parking is a skill that I have yet to develop. Hehe.. No one got hurt and nobody's paying anybody for damages because there weren't any. Whew!!!

So for another meaningless week that just passed by, updating my blog is the perfect therapy. Instead of shopping (which I cannot afford by the way), a very effective way girls do to forget their problems and troubles, posting in this blog and thinking of the time that just passed is cool for me. For someone who likes reminiscing, this is good. For this week, I got sick because everyone in the house is sick. That means I wasn't able to go to the gym for one whole week and I've buried myself with food. Is that right?!?! Man..so now I'm hating myself everytime I look in the mirror and I see my big and flabby tummy that I've worked so hard to get rid of. I mean..I was getting there. My trainer even changed my frikking program! Now I'm back to zero. SHIT. So that's my other therapy. Going to the gym regularly and keeping myself in shape is good. Health is not really my concern of going to the gym but vanity. Hehe. I mean let's face it. A lot of people now go to the gym to have the body that Jennifer Aniston has. Seeing her in those magazines in her bikinis? Man..I'm surprised I don't have eating disorders yet. No wait..eating too much is a disorder!

I wanna be sporty! Eversince, tennis the only sport I've ever wanted and when I had my lessons, I didn't become very good at it because when I was just getting into it, the most tragic thing of my life happened, so I was forced to stop. But I'm happy to say that I'm back at it again. It's just a good feeling to hit the ball with all that you can and hear the really cool pop sound. Wow. And I wanna go surfing, wakeboarding, wall climbing and maybe I'd enjoy golf too. Just like in the X-Box Ad, LIFE IS SHORT, PLAY MORE. Haha. I love the banned ad for X-Box.

I went to this leadership training organized by the Philippine Junior Marketing Association the whole weekend last week and we watched a couple of the best advertisements in the world. It's such a surprise that a lot of entries came from Thailand. And I thought the commercials here were good. Man. How cam Filipinos can't think of commercials like those?! We're creative people and for sure, we can make better!!! Jeez.. I want to be a proud Pinoy..but seeing all these countries who used to look up to us get better in everything we do..it just makes us look so hopeless. Hayy..how depressing.It's Hoobastank's concert on Tuesday and I'm watching. Going to concerts is a really good therapy. Just being there bouncing with all the people, enjoying the music and screaming your lungs out..it's a good work out. Haha. No but really..I guess for someone like me who has a lot of angst..really works!

Mean Girl Feeling Sick

I'm feeling sick but not so sick. I have to get better ASAP. I have to attend this leadership training on Saturday for PJMA. I'm not sure if I'll be able to work out tomorrow though...But I want to...hayy..I hate being sick!

It's enlistment time, and my plans of having a TTH schedule didn't work out. I hate it! I've been bragging to all of my friends about my planned schedule and then this. Man. I want a TTH sched!!! I mean, I won't be having classes on Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays and Mondays! That's like almost a week!!! I could go to the gym, play tennis, go to the movies..I could do anything with that sched!!! How many times have I told myself not to plan ahead. Arghh!!! I get all excited but in the end, I'll just be sooo disappointed.

I'm home early today. I didn't go to Ubay. I had to do my project. Well it's partly because of that. I just wanna stay home and rest since I'm feeling sick. So all this time, I've been online, downloading songs and videos and oh yeah..The Sims! I've been wanting to have The Sims 2. Ever since I "worked" in Ubay, I've been addicted to The Sims. I actually didn't cheat. But it was the first version, so I got bored already. In The Sims 2, I'll be able to control them as in even in cooking and stuff. Hayy...how stupid is this? I'm excited over a silly game. This just shows, clearly there's nothing in my life now.

During the weekend, I got to see Abby, Ida, Kathy and Marga. It's been a while since I saw Ida and Marga. I've been spending a few weekends with Abby already..we even had this plan of teaching theater to the Dulaang Pilipino in STC. Wonder what happened with that. Anyway..it was the birthday of Abby's brother, Kuya Donny. Before that, we planned to have a kikay day. Marga had a haircut in Salon de Manila, I was too late, I didn't catch that but I went to David's with them because Ida wanted her hair cut there. I had my nails done. I wanted white nail polish. It looked so funky. But then I was wearing my new shoes. It was closed so my white toenails cracked. The one who did them wasn't really a pro. I didn't care at the time. I was just so psyched I had white nail polish. 1 day later, I removed it. It started to crack that same day. Man...what a waste of money. Anyway, Abby's evil sister was there with us. Gawwdd. I don't really hate her anymore, but she's just annoying. She's like trying to be someone she's just not. Really pathetic.

Abby and Chinky. They're like day and night. They're just so different you would never think they're related. Abby's a very simple and humble person. Chinky's all about looks and drama. (Hmm..like Imelda?!). She's modelling now for who knows what magazine, probably her ultimate dream, and all of a sudden she feels like she's all that. Shit. She tried to talk like a conyo person. That, I think's the most annoying thing. And she brags about her "friends". Haha.. that's rather funny. Last time I saw her, she bragged about going to Karel Marquez's party and how Karel fucked Lucky. "Ay..did you know that Karel fucked Lucky?!" And she said it like it was the coolest thing. For me..who gives a shit?! Who cares about their sex lives. Jeez. It was a good rumor though. Haha. Who would have thought... sweet-looking Karel. Well..never did like her much. Oh and last week, "Hey, do you want to buy a journal? With the leather cover, like the ones in Cruel Intentions?" My reaction was totally NR..but Ida I guess was trying to be polite. She asked why she was selling. And she said "Cos Mylene Dizon is selling eh." HAHAHAHAHA! That's her whole fucking point of bringing it up. Gawwddd. What did she expect? We're all gonna "oohhh and ahhhh" because she's friens with Mylene Dizon? Haha. That was hilarious. Again...who gives a shit? She even asked me if I knew a certain person. I totally forgot that person's name.

"You live in the village diba?"

"Yeah." DUHH! "As in Ayala Alab-ungg?"

"Yeah why?""You don't know her?"

"I only know the people from carpool. La Salle Carpool. Why?"

"Cos diba you have like your own world there? You have parties there eh. In the houses there."

"Ahh."

Riigggghhhhhtttt. Of course, it's about her party people "friends". The way she even asked it was so annoying like she knows what she's talking about. Frankly, I think she's a social climber. She wants to be like Tim Yap who goes to every "cool" party there is, to be seen with the who's who or whatever. How sad. I envision her when she gets old, she'll be all over the society page. A socialite. Haha!

And when we got to their house, of course there were people. Mostly old people who are friends with Abby's old brothers and parents. Abby was just wearing a simple tee and denims jeans with her slippers. But Chinky goes to her room, changes to a black halter and black mini skirt with her white high heeled sandals. Oh with her hair all blow dried. Jeez..even her nieces made fun of her. I guess that funniest thing was when she sat down with her old brother's friends who were drinking and smoking. And with her sitting with them in her get-up and her fully made up face..she looked like a hooker. As usual, we go up to Abby's room to hang. Ida was checking her Friendster account and I told her to check out my former crush. We were enjoying the moment when the hooker comes up and walks like she's so important. (Guess she got paid to leave!) And she asks "Are you done na ba?! Ako naman ah!" Well it just so happened that it was logged in my account and it so happens she's not my Friendster. "You're not my friend?!" Duhh. No. I'll never be in a million years. And she logs in to her account and shows us this girl. "Is she pretty?! Is she pretty?!" I wanted to say.. "prettier than you..by a mile!". I didn't really pay attention with what she said..something to do with the boyfriend and shit and that girl called her..blah. All about her of course. All those time, I just rolled my eyes with Marga. Haha! Then we went down for videoke. Chinky-Bitchy was there with her boys of the moment who were being sort of interrogated by her big brother. Haha! Kathy was supposed to sing, but she had to go to another party. So instead, Abby sang her song and then it was my turn. Ida's dad came so Ida and Abby had to go up because they were burning mp3's. Marga was left there with me with my song number, "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia. Out of nowhere, she appears trying to get hold of the mic, begging me to let her sing one verse. Was she kidding? Me, giving up the mic for her?! The world must be flat. But guess what? She started to tickle me like we were close friends sharing a laugh or something. Gawwd. PLASTIC AMPOOTAH. Seems to me like she was trying to make pa-cute to her guy friends. Urgh. "This is my song!" I kept shouting with the huge fake smile on my face. But she was decent to introduce us to her two guy friends and even made beso. Man! What a show that was.

What bothers me is why she kept on disturbing us. She didn't have her "friends" with her. She probably didn't have anyone to invite. During high school, everyone knew what she really was. She was one hell of a "mean girl" and who liked mean girls anyway. Well maybe those stupid girls who'd become her sidekick. Hehe. There was even a time I think her whole class hated her that no one went with her during break time. She really deserved that, I think. If they had a trust fall in their batch, no one will be there to catch her but probably her side kick.

Abby's one of my best friends, I know and talking about her sister like I just did, it seems wrong, right? Yes it's wrong but I'm human. I can't help it. I don't hate her. Believe it or not, I don't. I just don't wanna see her ever again so I'll never have to talk about her like this. I don't feel anything when I see her. I don't like her, I don't hate her. She's a person whom I'll never forget. When I get old and have kids of my own, I'll remember her and I'd tell myself I'll never ever let my children be like her. I'm sure she has her own good qualities, but I'm sorry I just don't see it. I dunno who's to blame with what she has become because their parents are amazing people. Abby turned out great, I have no idea what happened to her. It's a pity really. I've actually learned how to ignore her actually, but that particular day, I wasn't able to. I'm just glad my sisters aren't like that. Man! I'd go insane..I'd probably commit murder..or worse, I'll go numb.

All of us have inner mean girls. I am a mean girl, I know. Judging her is very wrong. Like Abby says, she's a good person if you get to know her. The thing is, I don't want to get to know her. It's not my fault. I've tried, believe me and I've had enough..more than enough.