Yaya Diaries: Yaya Babylyn Part 2

We all have a LOVE-HATE relationship with our Yayas/Helpers. They give us unending headaches and sometimes - heartache. I have written my fair share of headaches & heartaches - but well, what can I do? I need them in my life - and that's the trade off.

It's been quite a while that I've written about them. Nope, it's doesn't mean that I've found the *one* it simply means, I got tired of writing about them. But last night, I got a text message from Yaya Babylyn - it seems she forgot who I was. This is the second time she did that. And I wanted to share how brave and bold and direct they are - with the matters of the flesh.

The first time was this message: Please note the date.

How bold of her right? A bit of screw loose in the head? So I ignored her. But then I realized, this woman - gosh, she's really something. I mean to boldy ask someone to have sex with her? I guess sex in indeed a pleasure for her. According to my Sister in Law this Yaya Babylyn has 2 kids at least! Wow. And then again last night, I think she wanted to have another *thing* with the owner of my number - but then I replied to her and I guess, she was surprised? I dunno, what do you think?

Now, with that reply. I really wanted to know - ANO ANG DAPAT KONG INTINDIHIN? What should I understand? I was very confused - I mean, in her mind - what did she do? I think she felt that she didn't do anything wrong! What the hell right?

I don't want to be mean but then when we come across these kind of people, I cannot help but feel angry, irritated and confused because what didn't I understand about her situation? I'm fuming now - because as I recall, she asked for an advance from me so she could commute to my place and I willingly gave it to her. But what happened? She never showed up? She even told me that she'd return the money - that I don't rush her with it! It's been months but no news from her at all. I don't send her messages - I just let it be. Friends have told me to let it go - at least its just P1,000.00 - But still right? I could have just given this amount to my yayas instead - they're more deserving!

I've learned to accept the fact that the P1,000.00 will be gone forever. I don't think she will ever return the money. I just thought to myself that she needed the money so bad that she needed to *dupe* me. I just hope that when the time comes that she's really in need, karma won't bite her back.

I took to FB and found her. So I posted the link of my previous post. I got an inquiry from her neighbor asking if it was true - I told the neighbor to ask Yaya Babylyn herself. I knew she would deny it - to save face! But I can't believe it - I mean - for her to say *mababawi pa ba yung nilagay sa FB*? I did not concoct that story, why should I? Just look at the text message above - is there a way to make that up? I don't think so! I took a screenshot as proof because I had a feeling she will sing a different tune.

I know I will be mean but are these people's brains wired so differently? I don't understand why they feel so entitled? Did society do that? Make them feel entitled because of their status in life? That we owe them something more?

I am so very confused and irritated. Boiling mad even - I mean, the nerve!

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