AM/FM stereo

5 03 2005

I don’t know why women keep on assuming that we men have these built-in antennas to pick up cetain signals they’re sending? Maybe we do have one, but being the typical males that we are, we never bothered reading the manual on how to operate it, so it’s never functional anyway.

She keeps noticing the things I do in class even though she’s two tables away from me and her view is often obscured by this hefty girl, whose girth could probably block out the sun and cause a solar eclipse. Yet somehow she has this x-ray vision that could penetrate that much biological mass. Take for example the other day, I told her that I bought a stack of photo organizers to organize my picture slides and she told me she saw it. How could she have possibly seen it when I haven’t even showed her that? Then also the other day I told her that I fell asleep in class, and she said she saw me with my head buried under my desk. How could she have possibly noticed that when I couldn’t even barely see her from where I was sitting?

The funny thing though is that it took me 6 months to find out what her name was, and it only took her a few days to know mine. So I feel embarrassed when I see her around campus because she calls me by my first name and I just go “hey”. And get this, she even remembers the names of my unknown specimens last semester. Apparently, not only does she have x-ray vision but she also has some sort of clairvoyant ability. Now I’m beginning to suspect that she’s probably a mutant, one of the X-men with all the superpowers that she posses. And I dunno why she has a certain interest in what I do? Maybe she’s just really perceptive, which is a really good sign that she’ll be an excellent doctor one day. But what worries me most is that I dunno if those are some sort of signal telling me something. Because apparently I like her too and it would be a shame to miss out on the opportunity. So I guess it’s time to look for that manual then maybe I can figure out how this built-in antenna works and hopefully decipher those signals.





talk to me, tell me your sign…

1 03 2005

I don’t normally enjoy small talk because you always end up empty at the end of every conversation, no knowledge gained nor information acquired. But then again there is a saying that goes “beggars can’t be choosers,” so I make the most out of every opportunity I get with her. Unfortunately for me this is the only type of conversation that we engage in. So I pretend that we are having a scholarly debate, an intellectual discussion, a conversation of profound importance. Because quite honestly, all I want is to spend my 5 minutes with her and see that sparkle in her eyes everytime she says she’s gonna get a cup of coffee.