yOu'Re juSt a liNe iN a sOng

My dormmate is slouched on a chair, her legs spread at a wide V, her arms rigid and straight, her fists clenched, her head thrown back, and eyes tightly closed. She has been mumbling for quite some time now, ever since I told her to drink the last glass that’s waiting like a pink stump between us.

And then she growls, loud and clear amidst the ting-plunk-ting bars of Elton John, “Come on, tangina naman, vibrate!”

I hope she is talking about her cellphone.

Amazing, isn’t it, how a simple rippling of airwaves can have you going haywire?

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YM Conversation between a HS friend and I:

C: If you were a crayon, would you like to be used and blunt? Broken, with a lost wrapper? Or unused and pristine?

Me: We're talking about sex, aren't we?

C: Just answer the question.

Me: Broken with a lost wrapper. Mas poetic, haha.

C: Asus. It's subconscious. You just wanna be deflowered and naked daw.

Me: I thought we weren't talking about sex!

Pause.

Me: "deflowered and naked" Teka, in that order ba?