Wednesday, February 1, 2006

Nose matters

Paul and I were on the MRT. The train was like a can of sardines. It always is during rush hour. Between the sweaty bodies of people were small spaces comparable to intercellular spaces I see in my bio lab slides. This analogy, uhm, makes us the cells.

I was holding on to him, and he was holding on to a vertical metal pole so when the train would suddenly come to a stop, we wouldn't be thrown away. I suddenly whispered, "Paul, someone's smelling you."

He looked at me with shocked, disfigured eyes. And I knew at once that he became uncomfortable. Sometimes, I like making people uneasy, so I went on kidding him.

"Paul, someone's really smelling you."

"Hay nako, Lance."

I was giggling. "Paul, your scalp: it looks like a huge, spherical organ with lots of blackheads." "Paul, your head has a lot of moles. They can be cancerous, y'know?" I went on asking him questions like those until a huge part of the human population left when the train stopped in Cubao.

Finally, we got a chance to breathe. And sit.

Out of nowhere, he began giggling. "Lance..."

"Yes, Paul?"

"I think you need a nose job." People who heard him looked at my face, their eyes searching for my flat, olfactory organ.

26 comments:

  1. haha! funny entry... LOL
    I really can't imagine such scenario...someone smelling another in the MRT? eew! Haha.

    *I was referring to the URL actually...hehe..it's http://purrs-of-a-kat.blogspot.com
    it's c in your URL link..should be "k"

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  2. Paul asked me why I linked him.

    Answer: His blog needs some publicity...(it deserves).

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  3. His blog needs the publicity...(it deseves)

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  4. His blog needs the publicity...(it deserves)

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  5. His blog needs the publicity...(it deserves).

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  6. I've noticed that your writing is tainted with scientific terms like "molecular (carols)","cells","labs",
    "bio(lab)"....and the list goes on...

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  7. I think this means something.

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  8. Or does it really mean something?

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  9. My literature class teaches that we can interpret a text anyway we want.

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  10. And that it is alright to shove away the socio-historical context of which it has been written.

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  11. And that we are not restricted to one meaning.

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  12. Is it ok to have a different opinion on why a writer writes as such?

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  13. Is it ok to have another opinion from the writer's explanation on why he writes like that?

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  14. Is it hard to answer?

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  15. Do you think it matters?

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  16. It also baffles me, Richie, how interpretations can be made (and some being very deep) out of a person's work when all he meant to say were the things he wrote about.

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  17. I find your tagline funny! You really have an outstanding sense of humor.Keep it up. In case of fire (God forbids!), lets break bottles. Imagine a fire (God forbids!), and people are doing the most normal thing- breaking bottles to stop the fire(bwahahahaha). Funny isn't it? This kind of humor really is out of this world. Good Job!

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  18. I really find the tagline funny. In case of fire ( God Forbids!), lets break bottles. You really have an outstanding sense of humor. Keep it up. Imagine a fire (God forbid!) and people are doing the most normal thing-breaking bottles(bwahahaha). Funny isn't it? Your humor is really out of this world. Good job!!!

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  19. Hey bottle,
    really, this entry is an extraordinary one! why?...a simple as it seems but it shows your sensibility and maturity as a writer...hhhmmm...NOSE matters....yeah, really this small lump in our face makes a difference in other people's perception towards us. Pango= Pinoy/ netibo, matangos= foreigner= beautiful/ handsome (?) No wonder many of the celebs are having a nose job! (^_^)

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  20. Wahahaha! I applaud Paul. At last Lance, may nakabara na sa imo. :)

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