I just got off the line with this disk jockey from a local radio station here in Cavite, I was asking questions regarding what time slots I might be able to request songs. I wasn’t entirely familiar with their format because rarely anyone listens to them anyway (and amazingly they get sponsors, one of which is one of the most popular vacation spots here), but then if I would have to call up NU 107 just to request something for the cost of P5 per minute, I guess I’d just stick to this one, since I’m prone to initiating long conversations with DJs.

And true enough, he didn’t let me off the hook. Maybe it’s the boredom, I mean, I used to get it too every time I was on board back on my second year when all the kids request non-stop variations of Salbakuta’s hit, S2pid Love, and unhitching the phone wasn’t applicable. His slot was more into churning out classic alternative rock, and he was apparently into indie-rock too, even putting in something from Orange and Lemons as a treat. Took about more than an hour just trying to get him to answer my questions, which he amazingly answers with the most sablay replies.

What pisses me off, though, was that 30 minutes after his slot he kept on weaving sex into our discussion, which I swiftly try to avoid. He was going, you don�t wanna talk about sex, do you? You just wanna talk about music, with almost this resigned tone on his voice. Hey, why are you making it sound like as if just because I don�t want to talk about sex I don�t know anything at all other than music? I mean, we can just talk about anything, I crossly reply. I drop subtle hints but he dismisses them, either pretending he doesn�t hear them or he brings the flow back to the topic. So how much do you masturbate in a day? he follows up, very nonchalant.

What is it, pervert�s day today? Like Independence Day is supposed to insinuate to every other Freudian-inspired guy to �free� their perversions today?

I laugh. Just because it�s a fact that women are supposed to have more orgasms than men, doesn�t mean we�re all the time horny like you are. I answer as a matter-of-factly. We don�t jack-off every minute, you bastard.

He pauses for this to sink in. So… he starts again, how many times do you masturbate?

Sick. Really. I think I�d rather shell out 5 pesos per minute na lang. What�s NU�s hotline number again?

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Ooh, ooh! Guess�who just got herself a digicam last Wednesday. Go ahead. Guess. *laughs manically*

Ahhh. Make way for the camera whore.

These two were taken in my classmate JD’s room, while he was trying to fix our hard disk’s Partitions. Couldn’t resist a few shots. He he.   ; )