Two weeks ago may pumuntang mama sa opis namin.

"Gud afternun ma'm, sir. Taga comfuter xxxx fo ako, nafansin  ko fo kasi na madami kayo comfuters, we had a means of maintaining ur comfuters fara falaging malinis at safe" (some saliva droplets are being planted on my desk, si manong talaga kulang ng praktis sa letter fee 'P').

Excerpt from "By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept"

Love is like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours.

But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love.