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3/01/2008

how to spell slut


years ago i was a high school cadet who loved to follow orders from my officer. whether it was to run the perimeter of the school quadrangle back and forth for at least thirty times, to roll over the ground and have myself baked at the mid-day sun, to run errands for the whole officer corps for no logical reason at all, or to do a hundred on the spot push-ups, i did it. who doesn’t? long before the trend of hair rebonding reached the mass media, she was already crowned with an uber straight hair that effortlessly emphasized the contours of her face, her strong jaw, her flawless skin, her rounded eyes, and her pouty lips. add to that the mesmerizing aroma of her hair that fills the air with a scent of fruity sweetness and the aura of innocence like those of freshly picked flowers. she disarms her army with her smile, which she does in extreme rarity that the act has achieved a status of a reward to those who wait in vain just to see it.

she carried herself with such a strong sense of discipline that despite the discrepancy of our age (she’s a sophomore, i’m a high school senior back then), she was able to command my mind, my body, as well as my heart. i fell for her.

back then, i admit i’m a dope who would carefully plan every detail of my move to woo her and catch her attention. the slowpoke soul in me wasted a month of evening phone conversations subtly stating my intentions, post-school meetings that usually ended up as a “my treat, anything for you!” session, and countless smiling moments every time i would get a smile back from her.

one day, when i got that gut feeling of expressing my intentions and feelings for her, she called me and told me with the spirit of a child, that she has just got herself a boyfriend. the guy courted her for an hour. she already had 29 boyfriends before that. i can’t believe i fell for her trap. sluts have great smelling hair.

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on the event that i was about to give her my valentine gift, (which was a singing dog) she sent me a message via myspace that totally barred me from making any form of communication with her.

HUY KUNG PWEDE NAMAN SNA WAG U MAG TXT SA CP KASE NAG AAWAY NA KMI NG BF K0H.. TSAKA YUNG SA FRIENDSTER.. PLSS LANGG.. YAW K0 LANG KSE NG GUL0

[hey, if possible, please do not send sms messages in my cellular phone because my boyfriend and I have been fighting…and the thing on friendster…please…I just don’t want any trouble]

how’s that from someone who dated you and claimed that she was single since the day you’ve met her at the church? almost every person in her clan claims that she’s single and that she’s available. oh come on, single my ass! why can’t some people just be real in the first place? i don’t care if she lives in a world painted with pink, i don’t care if she likes hello kitty very much, i don’t care if she’s a shopaholic who just wears abercrombie and victoria’s secret, i don’t care if her teeth are not properly aligned, i don’t care if her flabs are screaming wild like crazy under her shirt, i just wanted her to be honest.

don’t get me wrong, i don’t have any romantic intentions with her. i just wanted to be friends with her since my aunt referred he to me. if only she could have been more open and honest. oh well, sluts type in bold letters, ALL CAPS.

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under certain circumstances, i understand, that some people would do extreme measures to desperately satisfy their needs; whether you pick up a stranger from somewhere, or you date someone that you just met, or you engage yourself in quickies, it’ s an obvious act of desperation. anything that involves any act with a stranger beyond pure business talk is like opening a door to many possibilities, like the pit of desperation. you wouldn’t really want to involve yourself with a total stranger unless you wanted something more from him/her is it?

ok, out of desperation (maybe) i succumbed to her plan of tryst. she’s a total stranger, a stunner, and a driver of a hot sports car. i admit it felt special having a hot momma as your driver and as your date. it felt even more special when your date was being nosy about your commitments and relationships while leaning her body towards you for warmth. we spent a great night. she drove me home and we’ve been calling each other since she sent me an sms one night:

“hey, dnt get offended, may bf nko eh. pwede panama taung friends ryt?”

[hey, don’t get offended. i already have a boyfriend. we can still be friends ,right?]

a friend told me once that those people who date other people while under a committed relationship are just side venturing. what the hell?! why are you doing side ventures for? come on! you wouldn’t desperately meet up with a stranger if you have a boyfriend, or a functional boyfriend to the least. considering the context of this scenario, why can’t some people state it straight away if they do not want some people? come on. sluts can be friendly. they can drive hot cars. they can fuck your mind off till you get over with them.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

sometimes people do stupid slash bitchy/jackass things to feel good about themselves. they tend to make the opposite sex adore them for their own sick amusement.believe me...it took me 4 fucked up years to realize I deserve someone better.

klaubette

Anonymous said...

http://loveisacunt.blogspot.com/

Anonymous said...

Why do I have a feeling I'm the slut in the post...aaaahhh maybe because of the BOLD letters telling it's ME! It says "YOU" I'm not a slut I just can't help it lol! just kiddin'

Talamasca said...

Look who's bitter after having been rejected WTF WTF.

Seriously...

OMG! The sophomore kid had 29 boytoys prior to the 1-hour-courter guy!? What a prima bee-yotch!

That online venture of yours is just... OUCH!!!111

As for the "Beautiful Stranger," did you have sex? Wtf.

Ergo (WTF!), it seems like you're some kind of slut magnet even though you're a good guy with equally good intentions and all. I wonder why? Your world is weird, man WTF. Better get outta here before I get sucked into it WTF!

Seriously part 2, I'm all hoping that you get yourself a decent, non-multiple-timing gal. *pats Irvine on the back*

Kiks said...

these sluts are without souls. yet with loads of condoms at arm's reach.

Virginia said...

darn. good thing you didn't fall too hard for her. major slut.

bulitas said...

@klaubette: wah. hay.

@LA: haha. para kang naka-drugs.lols

@talamasca: uber thanks.

@kiks: hear! hear!

@virginia: yeah. dapat mas careful na

Anonymous said...

I don't understand women... I used to know a girl who maqny people think as a slut but turns out really nice. Sometimes, there seem to be something more beneath why some people act the way they do.

From my last work, there's this girl a lot people think is a slut. I really pity her coz a lot of guys just want to get in her pants and girls all call her a bitch for having an affair with a married man. I really didn't get to know her better, she's too busy with other men. Oh, well. She could have had a friend, then again, I might not be able to stomach her conceitedness.

zeus-zord said...

in our times, manipulation is so easy to execute that we can not really tell which is true from fiction. which is the real person and the intended to be kept personality one

hmmm, if i make sense you could get my point.

anyway, things do not usually go our way, we stumble few, or maybe a lot, of time to find the right one.

its just the way it is

Jaja said...

hey my hair smells good but I'm not a slut!

masyado namang feeling si ms straight hair.did u tell her u like her or intended to court her?

there are a lot of different sets of girls.unfortunately,u ran into the set of sluts!

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