this morning, i was irritated. now, i am fuming mad! i just got off the phone from an overseas call to my parents and i am still racking my brains for a memory of a certain fr. glenn cosico but bad as my memory is, i know i have never met a man of that name in recent history. this cretin went to my parents and told them an elaborately spinned tale that he’s going to take his vows at the end of the month and that i promised him estola which he should collect from my parents. to cut the story short, this “holy man” just swindled 9 thousand pesos out of my parents’ pocket. dammit. i don’t even know what the f*ck an estola is. and blame my parents’ trust for anything or anyone from the church. or allegedly from the church. grrrrr, they didn’t even bothered to confirm it from me before they handed the money over!!!!! my dad limply said, “he’s going to be a priest. he calls you ate ruth. he said you knew his father.” tales, tales tales! heck, if that low-life regularly reads this blog, he might even be able to map out my ovulation cycle for you. *shudder*

arrrgh! why am i such a liar-magnet these days?!?

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