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:: complete and incomplete thoughts, daydreams and illusions ::

Movie Scene

So the first part actually happened to a friend of mine, and at first I got jealous, but then when I thought about it, I realized I would much rather prefer the second part of this scene because it's a lot funnier. At least, to me. Anyway, the second part didn't really happen and is just a figment of my imagination, when I was thinking "What If", and tried to apply what happened to my friend to my own life. Confusing? Just read on!

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Setting: Two girls waiting on the sidewalk. They are wearing their high school uniforms, and are very poised, which should connote that they are from private school, and belong to the upper middle class of the population. Behind them is their school, and several students, dressed the same way. Although they're standing side by side, they don't appear to know each other.

Girl 1 to Girl 2: Are you waiting for someone?

Girl 2 nods.

Girl 1: Me too. Who are you waiting for?

Girl 2: My boyfriend.

Girl 1: (nods) Me too.

Silence.

Several people come closer to them and are chatting loudly.

A silver jaguar comes up the driveway.

Girl 1: Ah, ayan na sundo ko.

The other students get noisier with "oohs and aahs", which imply that they don't believe her.

Girl 1: (looks at them weirdly) Hindi nga. (She opens the door to the jaguar, gets in, and the car drives off.)

The crowd is in awe.

Not a minute later, a tricycle comes up the driveway.

Girl 2: Ah, ayan na sundo ko.

The crowd behind her laughs, again, not believing her.

Girl 2: (looks at them weirdly) Hindi nga. (A guy peers out from inside the tricycle and gestures the girl to come in. She gets in the tricycle with him and they drive off.)

The crowd is stunned, not completely believing what they'd just witnessed.

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Ahehehe. In case it wasn't clear, the first part I was talking about was the one with the jaguar, and the second part was with the tricycle. And yeah, my friend's boyfriend drives a jaguar, and the guy I like is, er... Well he's not a tricycle driver, but he is far more likely to be seen in a tricycle than in a jaguar, hence, the weird scene that popped in my head. Ahehe. What's even weirder is that I like it that way. I can't imagine myself being in Girl 1's shoes, but I can definitely imaging myself in Girl 2's shoes, and having a good laugh.

by: distantorigin at 08:55 | link | comments

Chapter 1: The Mission

The mission was to find Mark a girlfriend.

It sounded simple enough, in their heads. There were many single girls around, just waiting to get swept off their feet. But finding them was one thing, convincing them to go out with Mark, was quite another, they found out as soon as they met him, and found him wearing shorts.

"Man, you can't wear shorts to a bar. They won't let you in!" Jacob said to his friend as soon as he saw him.

"Really?" Mark asked. "Well you know, technically, you never said that we were going to a bar."

Jacob rolled his eyes. "That's the problem with you. You always have to be technicall!" he said, and put his arm around him. "You know Mark, girls don't like technical people too much."

Mark shook his head. "If a girl can't accept me for who I am, then she's not the one for me."

This time, Jacob groaned. And he wasn't the only one.

"There he goes again," another friend of theirs, Adam, said. "Look Mark, if you really want a girlfriend, sooner or later, you're going to have to change yourself. Not completely of course, but you can't just stay that way forever."

"Why not? You guys like me this way."

"That's it. I knew you were gay," Jacob said.

Mark rolled his eyes. "Look, I just don't see the point of changing my entire personality, just to please some girl. Even if she happens to be the most beautiful girl on the pla--" he didn't finish. Instead, he found himself turning his head towards the direction of where a beautiful girl was walking to.

"You sure about that?" Adam asked, wiggling his eyebrows at him and Jacob.

The girl was beautiful--long hair, long legs, tiny waist, the works. She was also waving hello to an unbelievably pretty guy.

"Right," Mark said, as if coming to. He turned back to his friends. "I mean, it doesn't matter what I do, I'll never be like that," he pointed to the pretty guy. "So what's the point?"

Jacob and Adam both shook their heads. "Mark Mark Mark!" Jacob said. "Don't you know anything?"

"Those guys, their looks don't last. After a few months, girls will realize they're boring, and leave them for someone who won't bore them ever," Adam said. "That would be us, in case you didn't pick that up."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "And just how is that us?"

"Because we're geeks!" Jacob said. "We're the guys whose talents last forever. We're funny, we're smart, and seriously, if you take away all that Armani, those pretty guys have nothing on us!"

Mark shook his head in silent laughter. "You're only saying that because you've got girlfriends already."

"Right," Adam said. "And just how do you think we got ourselves a girlfriend?"

"Confidence," Jacob said.

"Perseverance," Adam said.

"Optimism," Jacob said.

"And the American way?" Mark quipped.

"Not being a smart ass," Adam told him and rolled his eyes.

"At this rate, you'll never get a girlfriend," Jacob said, again shaking his head.

"Whoa--hey now, don't talk crazy!" Adam said. "Nothing is impossible for us!"

Mark rolled his eyes. "All of this is crazy."

"Ha!" Adam laughed. "You say that now, but just you wait. Operation Let's Find Mark a Girlfriend is now on."

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by: distantorigin at 03:30 | link | comments