Tagged Conversations

The Line That Must Not Be Crossed

Another short conversation with a friend over Yahoo Messenger. Yoshke: Done reading? Friend: Aye aye. Sweet. Mushy. Yoshke: Should I say “Thanks?” Friend: lol. How come all your short, short, short stories are about friends falling in love? Yoshke: NOT ALL. Just the ones I post on my blog. Friend: Tell me, are you in love with a friend? Yoshke: No. ūüôā Friend: Don’t tell me it’s me. Yoshke: Whoah, is it just me or it really turned windy here? Friend:¬†You’re corny. Yoshke: And you’re presumptuous! Assuming much? Friend: So why the fascination? Yoshke: I just love writing about it…

How My Friends See Me: Twisted Impressions

Last week at the apartment… Glenn: Do you have a copy of the first three seasons of House? Yoshke: The first two are with Dohna. You’re addicted, aren’t ye? Glenn: Yeah. (He paused a bit and then continued talking.) Every time I see Dr. House, I am reminded of you. No offence meant. Yoshke: None taken. Haha. May I know why? Glenn: You’re both sarcastic. Yoshke: Damn, I thought you’d say we’re both brilliant. Hahaha. Laughter. Silence. Yoshke: But, you know, it takes wit to be sarcastic. So I’ll take that. Haha. … Last year in Robin’s car, on the…

Whatever Happened to Queue Courtesy?

I may be gay but I consider myself a gentleman. When another person and I happen to enter a building or a store at the same time, I give way and hold the door for that person. I do this because I believe I am a good person. And of course, whenever I practice such act and as common courtesy suggests, I expect a simple “Thank you.” If the person fails to thank me, I usually just shrug it off. Yes, I expect a tiny display of gratitude but I don’t really give a damn if their parents did a…

My Achy-Breaky-Flirty Tonsils

The past few weeks have been a bitch-ass on me. I struggled with tonsilitis, giving me hellish fever and excruciating time eating. For two weeks, I couldn’t get out of bed. The only time I went out of the house was when I decided to see a doctor. After all, this was my fourth tonsilitis this year and my usual meds didn’t seem to work this time. Ah, damn illness loves me so. Since our family doctor was somewhere in the South celebrating summer, I chose to visit a hospital. My mum went with me and yes, I let her…

Let’s Talk Pink

Everybody keeps¬†noticing my light¬†pink earphones lately. And they’ve been tormenting me, telling me¬†so¬†blatantly how¬†GAY it is of me to actually own them. Well, I AM gay. So, what’s their problem?! I don’t get it. # # # Last weekend I was with two of my close friends.¬†When Girl (obviously, name changed to protect our friendship, hehe) showed up, my initial reaction was look at Boy. His face was just as sour as mine. We then smiled, almost laughing. It’s because of Girl’s get-up. Girl was wearing a violent pink top and a sky blue skirt. So when Girl went to…