Episode Two: All Because of the Noob (everything went kaput)

Let me introduce to you my friend, the culprit.


She was a simple, fun-loving thirteen-year-old who loves being noisy, and couldn't help but cock one eyebrow at certain things. She's so simple that you could not tell that we're friends---or, we became friends. I've only had Scholasticans as my closest friends and it changed when I left St. Scho for good...only to arrive at a point where I began to realise that I have stooped upon somebody unworthy of attention.

She's Anna Brenda Romilla, the poor girl from Pasay, whose house is just above a "mini palengke" (their business) in the noisy street of M. dela Cruz. She's the girl with frayed, burnt-brown hair on a wide forehead, lips with fine "moustache" on it, and with "scary" hair on her legs, and "frog-like" eyes.


She always thinks she's pretty, having to subject herself to her own camwhore-ity (her eyes bulging out, lips protruding---a "pout" she calls it---, and her poses don't suit her, or those poses occur only in her "wildest" dreams. Anna Brenda thinks she's fit...NOT. There is absolutely no art in her, in what she's doing, or in what's she's trying to prove. What's annoying is that she claims that she reads poetry?!? Can somebody tell me when was the last time she wrote or appreciated poetry? She couldn't even write a proper composition! Her writing manner's like hell, a very good epitome of stupid.


Her ways to make herself recognised can be well-described as "desperate". It is frustrating to think that a girl like her surfaces after imitating others. Sadly, she tries too hard, too much to do photography, writing, and socializing. That insolent hag is at it again, and what she doesn't know is that her ex is calling her names behind her back...who's got the audacity to ban backstabbers now?