two-trick ponyTEMPTATION (n) the act of giving in to a desire especially when misguided; something that persuades one to perform an action for pleasure or gain (money, power, etc.) overwhelming temptations can cause a person to commit crimes.
it was also, most likely, temptation that ensnared five mere mortals to employ themselves into special activities that hazy Wednesday afternoon: three of the SUPERFRIENDS (
tino, dana oreo and yours truly), and TWO FRESHMEN STUDENTS (one in yellow and black, the other in pink) who couldn't seem to get enough of each other.
Everything instigated on that fateful lunch period on the 29th of June. While the three of us (of whose forenames had just been asserted above) were feasting on a measly amount of strawberry-filled "Tini-Wini's," we all agreed to pass by the washroom on the second floor so as to grant command on tino's fancy of cleansing her face with her "incredible" facial wash. As lively as we persistently are, we ambled briskly, giving off jolly chortles as we shared both decent and malevolent gags. (*snorts*) Whilst we were verging ourselves on the assurance that nothing could possibly go off beam at that time, the precise moment that tino handed me her box of "Tini-Wini" (again, with strawberry filling) and flung the comfort room door ajar proved our supposition wrong.
Our ears and minds had not failed to elucidate what the resonance we just perceived right at the moment meant. There, obscured by a sabotaged cubicle door with graffiti such as "ang cute ni ____!" and "p...tng...na mo, ___!" were moans of pleasure and anticipation shared by two people in the same compartment.
P...tng...na. Nag e-fk (French kissing)
yata itong dalawang ito eh. Or worse..."it was at that precise instant that a voice echoed in our psyches to bring forth a message.
"Open the door you must... Open the door you must!"that very same voice reverberated within our minds for quite some time. We panicked and didn't know what to think about the tight spot we're in. We opted to just hang around outside the comfort room and see what comes out of our presumptions. While discussing the things and... er... stuffs we could've brought at that time to capture that "perfect moment," (we even wished that we brought a camera or tape recorder to trace the whole thing up as verification) the door unbolted.
Lo and behold! A freshman student in pink, flattening the creases on her top, went out of the cubicle, motioning herself frontward to scan the outer surface of their sham paradise for passers by who could've heard their whimpers of immoral bliss. (we were, of course, acting as if we never heard anything of their "hidden agenda" by putting on edgy beams and feigned grins) minutes later, she began beckoning a relatively squat Korean freshman in yellow and black ("Parang pambubuyog yung damit nya!" -Dana) who seemed to be her partner in their "love-making."
Glass. Incubus.If I had a dime for every time you walked away,
I could afford to not give a shit
and buy a drink and drown the day
But your pockets, they are empty,
yeah, and mine are times two
So why not make an about-face,
and accept the love I send to you?
You're never gonna be content if you don't try,
try to see outside your line.
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there's blinders on your eyes.
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains
your eyes?
Oh, did I crack your shell?
When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well!
Like a bottle with the cork stuck,
your true ingredients trapped inside.
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you,
I guess the hard shell represents your pride.
Oh, if only it could be different
we could uncover the you you deny.
Between two, a small discrepancy,
one complicates and one simplifies.
TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES.
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away,
you could bet your bottom dollar that
I'd be filthy rich by noon today
