She was waiting for this day. The final interview to get the job. She did research and tried to be mentally alert despite the constant headache. She fixed her hair and makeup and tried to look good and neat. She tried her best to look decent and right for the job.

Once again, she was made to hope, received again a word of false hope telling her they will notify her after the process of shortlisting. But it’s just the same. She did not get the job.

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It was one of the usual nights from school, tiring and boring. Home is boring. School is boring. His feet were heavy as he stepped on the passenger jeep which will bring him home. One by one, passengers boarded. Some were staring, some ignored him.

Suddenly, his senses were kindled. Lo, a hot chic was boarding the jeep. She wore this rusty colored hot pants revealing a well shaped pair of legs and a brown tank top. Everybody seemed magnetized, too. All eyes were on the hot chick.

Reaching her destination, the hot chic called on the driver to stop the jeep. Everybody was shocked that the voice was that of a man.

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She was with her mother when she visited her ninang’s house. Her ninang was very happy to see her. It was six years already. Her ninang told her that she had already grown big. She did not mind at all.

What took her interest were the cobwebs in the kitchen. She spotted two of them probably playing or busy spinning webs. All of a sudden she took off her shoes and her socks. To her amazement, her mother asked her what she’s doing and tried to stop her. But she continued and after removing everything from her feet walked barefooted to a corner in the kitchen where the cobwebs are.

Horrified, her mother almost yelled and called her name. She just answered that there are spiders and she had got to catch them. Her ninang pacified her mother and told her it’s okay. She went to the kitchen, opened the cabinet, and took out a bottle.

“Here, you can put them here, “ her ninang smiled while handing her the bottle.

She gladly reached for it and put the two spiders lovingly inside the bottle. Then she roamed again to the corners of the house.

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A post about Blogsvertise interests me. The site has a very clear narrative about how the process works. It explains how to obtain a great opportunity and earn extra cash. I thought I can try the blog entries option where you write about the topic assigned to you in two (2) to three (3) paragraphs with three (3) text links to the advertiser’s page in your post.

My membership in Blogsvertise is yet to be approved. Of course I would want that my blog be approved. It would be another interesting dimension in photoblogging to earn extra cash, and to assist in the promotion of ads in one way or another. But it would be more interesting still to blog about photos and short stories and I hope Blogsvertise would assign tasks that I could blog about with enthusiasm and curiosity. What could be more engaging than to blog about things that one loves to blog about. So, here’s a toast to my new endeavor. Cheers!

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“What’s a delicate, fragile, little thing like you doing in a place like these?” he asked reeking with booze. He had had extremely huge fills of liqueur. His tongue hung like it was beat from those couple of hours drinking. His left hand, holding the liqueur glass, also looked like it wanted to retire. But his droopy eyes are fixed on that petite form of Isabela.

Isabela tried to smile. Her lithe body changed position by shifting her left thigh and leg over her right thigh and leg creating a crossed leg position. She looked around the bar before articulating the words. “What do you think might be the reason?” fixing her eyes on his droopy eyes. She was sick and tired of this whole thing.

“Oh, the hell! What do I know? Perhaps you are one of them,” putting in his tongue as he suddenly realized it was hanging. “Perhaps you are one of these chippies, ” lifting his seemingly heavy arm and hand, trying to point at the girls in the bar. “How much?”

“To tell you the truth, I do not get paid. I just wanted to have little fun. But poor you, you are not even a candidate in that state. Ha ha.”

“So, what are you then? A sex fiend? A loose woman? They are all the same! How can you be different?!? It’s all the same!” He sounded angry though he was not, radically pounding the bar table. Suddenly, as if the booze effect had all gotten unto him, he dropped his head on the surface of the table, never able to lift it up again.

“It’s an experiment. And you wouldn’t even know of it.” Her lips curved with an impish smile.

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