“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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Two teenage girls were talking…

“I learned that in Japan, monuments, too, are built for cartoonists.”

“Really? By simply being a cartoonist?”

“Don’t look down on cartoonists, it’s a respected and noble job.”

(silence)

“Actually, I am thinking of becoming a Japayuki.”

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After that phone call, she felt exhausted. No, not really. She felt void of the actual feelings. Why does she have to talk to a stranger on the phone? Why does she feels excitement though she knows it is not proper to feel that way? Why flirt with another man?

It’s been a few months. She bumped into this stranger in one of those chat rooms. It was an exhilirating feeling to ‘type with’ a human being for the first time. The interaction was amazing. And then one night, she found herself chatting with the stranger again. Chatting and indulging.

Thanks for the inner sense we call conscience. She literally began to weigh things as she becomes indulged with the stranger. It’s conscience that impelled her to feel ‘weighty’ and start feeling empty.

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As the maid’s everyday routine, she dusted in Ali’s room and wiped clean the furnitures which had barely caught dirt (it seemed to her). No matter, she continued the work, wiping the tables, the chairs, the pc, the pieces of angular and funky-looking furnitures. She arranged the comics, the magazines and other reading materials on top of the table.

Then she stopped. Again, she saw that cabinet, standing against the wall but in front of Ali’s bed. It was begging her to look at it, desire it to be opened. The feeling was like when that boy next door seemed to want her to unbutton his tops. She had been here for sometime now, always looking at this peculiar cabinet but never attempting to open it, or at least try to open it. She felt she would betray Ali’s trust even in his absence.

But with unexplainable force of nature, she rushed and yanked open the two doors of the cabinet. (Never mind Ali.) Out spilled the contents of the cabinet - panties in different colors, lithe, skimpy, lace and all.

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