IT WAS LIKE A FIERY million-degrees Celsius body temperature mixed with uneasy feelings all over my body – I thought I would die….
“I am not capable of loving,” I always say, especially when the topic falls under romantic love. I suppose not everyone in this world needs someone to share his sentiments with. Not everyone likes to see a text message in his cell phone asking, “Kumain ka na?” or “What ginagawa mo?” and the like…
As well, I never believed that I should give too much concern for others. I love the word “I” more than “you” and “us”. I love to cosset my self – purchase my needs, follow my desires, and do what I have to in order to live. The best person to love is, of course, my self. I seldom get emotionally attached with people.
Password-protected
What secrets do you conceal in your account at friendster.com?
OBSTINATELY SPEAKING, WHEN WE try to open others’ account on the internet, we get blocked by the “incorrect password-sign” flashing on the monitor. But is it really wrong to be naughty at times if it is fulfilling to learn how others “utilize” their account in the on-line social sites like friendster.com? On the optimistic view of it, perhaps, the discovery would be worth the feistiness….
OBSTINATELY SPEAKING, WHEN WE try to open others’ account on the internet, we get blocked by the “incorrect password-sign” flashing on the monitor. But is it really wrong to be naughty at times if it is fulfilling to learn how others “utilize” their account in the on-line social sites like friendster.com? On the optimistic view of it, perhaps, the discovery would be worth the feistiness….
The lesbian and the “policewoman”
“If she were a thief, she would have fallen for the policewoman who shot her…”
SLOWLY, THEIR LIPS TUSSLE. Being consumed by the fire in their bodies, they nuzzle, snuggle ‘till they unclad. They succumb to the bed with skin next to each other, finding nirvana on Earth amid all the worldly confusions. But they are both women in silky hair and sexy lingerie, and they’ve had a story that has been untold…
There was one afternoon in Nepo Mall when a brunette-haired woman knelt down, and then entangled the extricated shoelace of a lady. The latter was about a year younger than her, hair was black and spliced like a Chinese star on TV, wearing Chuck Taylor’s, and having a powdered-white face with astounding features. The former also offered her hanky to the beautiful lady when sauce smeared upon her chops while eating fish ball. Then, she coddled her while fixing her ruined hair.
SLOWLY, THEIR LIPS TUSSLE. Being consumed by the fire in their bodies, they nuzzle, snuggle ‘till they unclad. They succumb to the bed with skin next to each other, finding nirvana on Earth amid all the worldly confusions. But they are both women in silky hair and sexy lingerie, and they’ve had a story that has been untold…
There was one afternoon in Nepo Mall when a brunette-haired woman knelt down, and then entangled the extricated shoelace of a lady. The latter was about a year younger than her, hair was black and spliced like a Chinese star on TV, wearing Chuck Taylor’s, and having a powdered-white face with astounding features. The former also offered her hanky to the beautiful lady when sauce smeared upon her chops while eating fish ball. Then, she coddled her while fixing her ruined hair.
When walls DON’T become alive…
“I unlocked a secret door...Would you believe that I saw the living walls?” – Al Christopher Mendoza in “When walls become alive…”
MY STORY ABOUT THE walls becoming alive pertains to this thought:
Gossiping is truly an inevitable human phenomenon. When they say, “It is just between you, me and the walls,” be careful, because with one slip, your secret shall remain secret only in your memory. When you open the door of trust, beware of whom you share the key with, because the walls might steal it when they become alive! Or who knows? The ones you trust might be the living walls themselves...
MY STORY ABOUT THE walls becoming alive pertains to this thought:
Gossiping is truly an inevitable human phenomenon. When they say, “It is just between you, me and the walls,” be careful, because with one slip, your secret shall remain secret only in your memory. When you open the door of trust, beware of whom you share the key with, because the walls might steal it when they become alive! Or who knows? The ones you trust might be the living walls themselves...
Pit bull Confessions
CANDIDLY, I CONFESS THAT I heard there’s an honest politician who hired a lawyer to help him deal with politics. The former, however, is unaware of this purulent veracity: His lawyer is corrupt. People already tried to topple his administration because of his lawyer; still, they failed. The admin is unflinching.
I, conversely, confess too that I know a smartalec professor who plays favoritism in class. He chooses his pet and prefers those who give him presents (”expected-surprise gifts” that would make him smirk). However, one of his student-pets is a backstabber – when the professor is out, the student becomes a dog, biting its master’s pillow. Also, the student never timely submits projects and asks the professor to extend the deadline. The professor can’t oppose.
I, conversely, confess too that I know a smartalec professor who plays favoritism in class. He chooses his pet and prefers those who give him presents (”expected-surprise gifts” that would make him smirk). However, one of his student-pets is a backstabber – when the professor is out, the student becomes a dog, biting its master’s pillow. Also, the student never timely submits projects and asks the professor to extend the deadline. The professor can’t oppose.
Somewhere in the Mind
“To balance a message with views of thy self, and place it on a scale in the mind…”
IT IS EXACTLY 10AM. You’ve been waiting more than an hour for a seminar that was supposed to begin at 8. Then the first speaker comes. He is wearing an odd coat made up of tweeds and tattered wools. He begins speaking… then he finishes his talk with the statement, “Students today don’t know how to think, read, and write!” Would you agree with him? Come to think of it…
If there is one universal truth in the world, that is, people judge the messages they receive. How do I know? Social Judgment Theory tells me so. Once people receive messages, they weigh its content based on their own opinion. If their opinion is the opposite of the message, it falls in the Latitude of Rejection. Meanwhile, if their opinion shares the same views of the message, it falls under Latitude of Acceptance. Or what if they don’t bother to care? Well, that would fall under the Latitude of Non-Commitment, or the Neutral Latitude.
IT IS EXACTLY 10AM. You’ve been waiting more than an hour for a seminar that was supposed to begin at 8. Then the first speaker comes. He is wearing an odd coat made up of tweeds and tattered wools. He begins speaking… then he finishes his talk with the statement, “Students today don’t know how to think, read, and write!” Would you agree with him? Come to think of it…
If there is one universal truth in the world, that is, people judge the messages they receive. How do I know? Social Judgment Theory tells me so. Once people receive messages, they weigh its content based on their own opinion. If their opinion is the opposite of the message, it falls in the Latitude of Rejection. Meanwhile, if their opinion shares the same views of the message, it falls under Latitude of Acceptance. Or what if they don’t bother to care? Well, that would fall under the Latitude of Non-Commitment, or the Neutral Latitude.
Dewdrops what?
A FRIEND OF MINE sent me a text message. He said, “Dewdrops yung cologne mo no” (Please don’t notice the punctuation errors since it’s just a text message).
I replied, “Sino, ako?”
He said, “Naamoy ko kasi sa polo mo.”
I contradicted. I don’t use cologne; I use perfume.
I remember I lent this friend my polo. However, as far as I know, that polo had already been hand-washed. So, I conjectured that he might have been doubting my honesty that it had been washed before I lent it to him. I asked him but he denied.
I replied, “Sino, ako?”
He said, “Naamoy ko kasi sa polo mo.”
I contradicted. I don’t use cologne; I use perfume.
I remember I lent this friend my polo. However, as far as I know, that polo had already been hand-washed. So, I conjectured that he might have been doubting my honesty that it had been washed before I lent it to him. I asked him but he denied.
The debut
GOOD LUCK TO THE person who shall carry my semi-formal polo adorned with blue stripes and unique contour of a uniquely designed frontal pocket.
Just be careful – one of its buttons, near the mid-section, is “drooping”…
Just be careful – one of its buttons, near the mid-section, is “drooping”…
Lending my clothes…
I DON’T LEND MY clothes to anyone. Today, however, I did. Perhaps, it’s because the borrower is someone I reckon as my closest bother…
Academic stress
AFTER THE LONG SUFFERING, after languishing the heat I encounter along the road, after of traversing from one building to another, after printing multitudinous copies of my documents, after revising and revising over and over again, finally…
I’m close to passing my thesis writing subject.
I’m close to passing my thesis writing subject.
From April and Mitch
(Picture to follow because of hectic schedule)
THIS WAS THE GIFT I received for my 21st birthday from April and Mitch. They handed it to me last night.
THIS WAS THE GIFT I received for my 21st birthday from April and Mitch. They handed it to me last night.
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