(First posted here.) Comm 3 class, we were the oldest here. We had to bring in a famous personality to interview. I, of course, ever-loyal and perhaps as wonderfully self-absorbed as the rest of the future business moguls of this country (and by self-absorbed I mean that in the most scientific of ways, in that…

(First posted here.) “The term hacker has such a bad connotation, I find it depressing.” “Your talent, Keebs, is screaming I don’t belong in BAA! I’m a computer genius and I know it!” “It’s just that, I’m not sure why we can’t use spreadsheets in class. This is bookkeeping! This won’t help me learn to talk stocks.”…

(First posted here.) “I don’t think this is mean at all,” Keebs said. Dante finished spraying the sides of Mr. Sanchez’s table with bubblegum-smelling cologne. “E ikaw, Deej?” I sometimes called Nirvana Deej, short for D.G., her middle initials, for De Guzman. “I think carrying a tiny dog around in a basket all day is inhuman.” “This is…

(First posted here.) It was a little less clear from here. Maureen’s purple hair did nothing to dull her personality. She was getting people to dance together, picking couples at random, then judging the victims’ mutual reactions with either a new match or by leaving them alone. “She’s hilarious,” a guy named Lima said near…

(First posted here.) It was like popping the cork off a volcano. Nirvana’s outburst reminded me of Elfen Lied’s diclonii, pretty little mutants that can slice through human bodies like knives into butter. These creatures look all cute and waifish in their pink, laced camisoles wading through bloody remains of spontaneous dismemberments. I did not…

(First posted here.)   From Ding and Ferdinand Lancaster’s Search for the Great Uncanny, the hugely popular life blog maintained by Keebs, sidekick and partner-in-crime to trail-blazer and all-around it-man Danilo Bustamante, posted March 20, 2008: This is why strange girls rock. (cue in: kickass guitar riffs) Dude #1 (big man on campus) spends the…

(First posted here.) “Take for instance the seemingly inconsequential decision Keta makes outside the mock interview doors,” sabi ko kay Keebs. “I hate adverbs. They load words unnecessarily.” “And you would’ve made a stronger point by not using one,” sabi ko, quick to catch the slip. “Still. Continue.” I was demonstrating my powers to Keebs since this morning and so far have not been able to get my point across. This power to see the ramifications of people’s choices…

(First posted here.) Dante was staring at the lighted cigarette stick in his hand. And then, in a moment of lucidity he realized what he was doing. “Shit.” The vendor at the lagoon was taken aback at the expletive, having sold him the aformentioned cigarette just seconds before. “I don’t smoke,” Dante said. The vendor…

(First posted here.) Nirvana and I had just finished telling a freshman that we once smuggled some geese from the lagoon and into the BA library and was going to ask the neophytes to retrieve one come second sem. The truth is even stranger. We routinely smuggled geese from the lagoon as some sick competition about…

(First posted here.) In Which Dante Wonders Whether He Will Die   Part of me knew none of me was dry, or was ever going to be dry by the time this night ended. But I’ve been holding Nirvana’s hand for the last thirty minutes and could not let go. “You know how this ends,…