I remember Tweeting something about abandoning my blog for the next 48 hours. My quota should be up until tomorrow, but I just can't help sharing this.

On one of the most un-volitional circumstances, I found myself talking to my friend G about her current boyfriend's ex-girlfriend. It's not like the girl's giving her any problems about her relationship, but she has mentioned that the ex has followed her on Twitter. And that got me thinking, if she has no grudges whatsoever, why the need to monitor G's updates, right? And saying she just wants to read her Tweets is not a reason at all.

So being the over-protective jumpy friend I am, I asked for the girl's name and quickly searched for her identity on Facebook. Luckily, she forgot to privatize her photos because I had the fortunate chance to be able to view her shots. She isn't very smart, is she? HAHA. Anyway, I browsed through her photos as G and I talked about the ex over Yahoo Messenger. To be honest, she is very pretty. She is reminiscent of local actress Erich Gonzalez. And being the professional stalker that I am, I did my homework and tried to find anything I can to know more about the ex girlfriend in question.

Since I've always been honest to G, I told her that I find her pretty and that she's the type of ex-girlfriend that doesn't seem like she really deserved to be kicked to the curb blah blah blah. Then, G said that I may not find her very attractive after she shows me the pictures of the girl without too much color on her face.

So she showed me the pictures, and yes, confirmed. The ex is not that pretty at all. Thank God for makeup. It covered her true self better than it did Lindsay's. Apparently, a slamming wardrobe, a good blush, wild eye shadows and big hair does the trick. And apparently her personality sucks, so I feel less guilty for disliking someone who doesn't even know I lived.

Out of good faith, G asked me if I took back what I said about thinking she's pretty was because of the fact that she was my friend and all, but I said NO. And you can quote me for what I am about to type next...

And that's true. Maybe in some, unknown twisted universe, these exes hate me back for hating them, but I don't care. It's my friends you're messing with. You're as good as dead to me. You can mess with my personality, and even with my own non-existent romance. But never with my friends.

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