Bad trip. attack of the serial-liar gf.

I met her in the most unexpected time.
Three months after my graduation to be exact.
Idealistic brat, tryin to make his way.
A friend asked fer a favor,
“can you help me find a new flat?”
A bum in the couch, I said yes.
I was bored anyways.
Hmmmm.
Always thought tis gal had a crush on me. Lmfao.

“let’s drive by Jacinto to fetch my roommate”
-“sure thing”
It’s been ten minutes,
And I double parked.
Where the hell is tis roommate?
Almost lunch time then.
Out of the heavy traffic frontin ateneo gate,
Came tis chinita girl. Kaye.
All smiles, pouts.
Hint of apology.
Hmmmm.
A bit agitated coz of the dozens of cars congestin behind me.
She went into the car, then I drove off.

The scorchin heat of the sun got into my nerve.
We really din haf any destination.
Damn aircon is bein stupid too.
Argh.
“Somewhere downtown, near my school would be good”, Kaye said.
So we’ll be drivin around the entire afternoon. Haiz.
Around 5’2” in height.
The most cheerful personality.
All the while I was drivin, she kept sharing gory stories.
Of her exploits in the ER of the medical center.
Still grumpy, I glanced at the rear view mirror.
Hmmmm.
Oddly interesting.
Not a fan of stories involving blood. Hehe
My tensed expression turned into disgust.
But I was eager to listen though.
Bit by bit, I found myself attracted to her.
She was still wit her bf then, who was my arch nemesis.
Didn’t know.
To cut the story short, I bumped into her three months later.
Fortunately, she was unattached.
Realized she was into me, so we hit off.

A month into the relationship.
Out of absolutely nowhere,
She said,
“you should’ve met my dad, he was pure Taiwanese”
-“oh ok.”
Which later on waived, when I met her sister.
“tipid talaga yun si dad eh, kapampangan kasi”
-“oh ok?”
Not tat it mattered.
She was a caring girl.
Even saw myself bein wit her longer.
At one time she told me she also teached yoga at certain a gym.
-“oh ok.”
Which proved to be a lie, when I transferred to tat gym.
Haiz.
No tat it had any bearing.
Well aside from the flebility factor. hehe
Months passed and the white lies kept comin.
It seemed tat the lies are real to her.
I mean, it seemed tat these things are true to her.
Weird.
I would ask her where she is.
And she would tell me some location,
Tat I would eventually go to…
But guess what?
She wasn’t there.
Lies tat didn’t matter if it happened, or not.
She would make up a story right then and there,
My brows would meet, it’s obviously a lie.
Tis’ is tiring, I thought.
Annoying even.


We were in a club at one time.
It was her grad after-party.
Her ex was there.
Pissed, I told her,
“it’s gettin late, let’s go home”
-“one sec, gotta get my locker keys from Darl at the VIP”
Met her ex by the door.
I went in wit her, holdin her hand.
In the middle of the crowd, I felt her let go.
Tight crowd, I thought.
Saw her went up.
5… 10… 15 minutes.
What’s happenin up there?
“I’ll just go on home.”
“I’ll call her later.”
As I was bout to get into my car, she shouted,
“hun, I’m here.”
Raised her right hand, showin me the keys.
What the hell?
Those look exactly like her flat keys.
Key chain and all.
Darn furious, I was quiet the entire drive home.


Was thinkin of ending the relationship the next week.
Bumbed into Darl.
“Hey. Sorry wasn’t able to bump into you at POPS”
-“huh? When was tis actually?”
”Your grad night”
-“I went home. Spent time at our province”



Oh ok.
It’s over.


Tsk tsk.
Bad trip.