Prudence I Write

This is a dead issue, I think.  But I just want to rant.  I don’t know if he’s reading my blog.  Whatever.  I don’t care.

It
was on the night of January 1st that the faggot bitch sent me the first
of a series of horrible text messages. But this first message wasn’t
actually horrible at all. But rather a harmless, innocent facade of the
person that I hardly knew but claims to be my boyfriend’s lover. Here’s
the first text message (I edited out the names of course):

Hi this is __________.
I’m ur bf’s lover.  Can we talk over d landline
just to talk things over?  Don’t worry!
I won’t bite.  I will not get him back
from you. I often go to their place to
his family.

I
was on duty that night and a bit toxic but I was curious as to who this
person was and how he got my number. So I called his sun cellular
number, which he provided (he used his globe number to text me in my
sun number. And yet he has a suncell number. Isn’t that weird?). He’s
got a nice voice actually and he wasn’t really bitchy at all. He just
asked when JP and I started the relationship and how we knew each
other. I thought he just wanted to satisfy his curiosity so I found no
harm in answering his questions. Then the call got cut (as usual in Sun
Cell) and that was our last phone conversation.

The next messages, sent during the next few days, were rather intimidating and some, downright horrible:

Hi Tess!  Do me a favor pls.
Kindly let him settle issues with me first
before ka umeksena.
Nakakahiya naman magiging image mo
sa common friends natin.  Isa pa
wala kang mukhang ihaharap sa family nya
dahil alam ng sis nya na kami pa.
Delikadesa lang.

Have you talked with him?  If you still feel
that this is not ur concern, ur relationship
will not last dahil may sinasagasaan
kayong ibang tao.

Hi! Okay na kami.  Payag na ako na magkaGF
sya.  At kung may makakatuluyan sya,
sisiguraduhin kong hindi ikaw yun.
Goodluck.  Dream on.

And
this last one really got me in mixed emotions. This one was written to
make it look like a missent message. I don’t know whether to laugh or
be boiling mad:

Ano ka ba?  Akala ko naman chubby lang.
E ang taba nun eh.  Mukhang agree na ako sayo
Peperahan lang yun. Nangungutang na nga eh.
Kunyari walang pera.

I
really have to fight the urge to retort to this shameless person. I
don’t even want to call him a bitch because the word only applies to
natural females and I think if I called him as such I would be
insulting the race of the true female bitches. I got control of myself
and just made myself think that if I respond to this person’s
tauntings, I’d be putting myself down to his level and I don’t want
that. I ignored his messages but I let JP read all of it. The faggot
even texted JP that I’m a career disaster because a gf should look
presentable and that he did not expect that he would make a career out
of a piggery business.

Hah! Piggery business?!?! Who? Me? I may
be fat but people would pick me as prettier and better over this
faggot. And to think he is in a such noble profession. He may be
intelligent but he isn’t smart enough to use it.

For anyone
who’s interested in seeing this faggot, please just email me or text me
and I’ll give you the email address so you could look at him yourself
at his friendster account or I could just email you his picture. You’ll
know that I’m telling the truth here.

So why am I blogging all these things here?  Wouldn’t it scandalize me and my beau to be putting up this story?

Maybe.
But I wanted the people around us to know that this faggot is
propagating lies and shouldn’t be held credible. He wanted to destroy
other people’s lives just because he couldn’t get what he wanted and he
wouldn’t care who gets trampled along the way.

So, faggot, if
you are reading this blog now, you are free to text me back, as I think
you’re too afraid to call or even talk to me in person. My beau tells
me to just ignore you and I did. But if you do something utterly
distasteful, humiliating, or dangerous to us and to people that we care
about, you’ll really get it from me. I’ll fight you back.