Disarming My Mentor

by Julianne Sto. Tomas

There are thoughts to ponder and places to see but my words deliver English lines in French. So, for days I kept my mouth shut never to disturb any blessed soul -- or cursed, for that matter.

After a few year’s time, I got smitten by a gidget. She told me things that transpired only in unusual black and white dreams. Thus, I declared myself once again a Child of God -- always and forever. We have attitudes that cause a common commotion. We both love writing, plus a humor that caspers through the funny bones of Webster.

When people praise a saint, I dare keep a cold war in an armory of cold shoulders. This time, I choose to let my wings down -- in order to see and hear what she has to say.

The fact that she’s a character creates the impression that her brain is multi-faceted. Like a clown, she laughs though in tears (read: Ahihihi). She’s emotionally-challenged but she tries hard to snap out of the rut. It’s enough that she has devoted seven years of her life to young collegialas in women’s bodies and transient boys who pop out of nowhere … like me.

It’s a cliché but I find myself identifying with her and responding like we share a similar milestone. Life’s a joke and it ain’t a funny one. Now she will go ahead and float in the sea of the Melting Pot. I hope she ventures well into another chapter of living life.

I guess, I’m just on the verge of creating the third volume of my saga -- and I grow in it. I want her to rediscover me again and again. She disarmed me with her praises and encouragement on the second volume of my book.

She may not be as influential as my Mom, but I do believe she was a mother-teacher in more ways than one. I’m not pulling her leg, but I sure am holding her arms.

Ma’am Arni, you are disarmed now -- with your mass media know-how and all -- because I have received your messages.

Don’t stop loving life. I hated it but you unconsciously helped me appreciate it -- for what I can do for myself and others.

Our characters are full of truth, but our stories are written in lies.

*This was written by one of my students in the Philippines before I moved to the US for good.

X Marks The Spot

A bout with bronchitis for a week made me check out this MTC

Being imprisoned by germs in my room, I’m glad I am now free

Cruising through different horny threads was fun for a while

Dropping by and staying in your room makes me wanna smile.

Every lengthy post you leave makes coming here worth it

Finding posts for verbal joust, sometimes stumbling into shit

Go signal flag is waving frantically to race on full steam

High I think I really am and in just a Sandman’s dream.

I think I’ll hang out for a while or till I wear out my keyboard

Just give me a nudge some time if you are becoming bored

Key to maintaining a following is to have the guts to be original

Letting loose lascivious lines work as long as they’re grammatical.

Minding one’s grammar isn’t elitist if you want to be understood

Numbskulls though would think that we are just in a dissing mood

Oh, look X, I’m almost done with my new ABC story

Pardon me if I ramble for a while or post “ahihihi.”

Quiet has been my pre-Christmas week and am still all alone

Rico Puerto went my family and left me on my own

So what can I do but bug you by almost flooding your thread

Tossing and turning never work when I’m alone in my bed.

Until when can we keep this up, Mr. Grammar Policeman?

Various members have posted that you really are The Man.

Way to go that you’ve been able to stimulate me mentally

X-rated versions coming soon or maybe just annually?

Yo friend, one more line to complete this ABC story rhyme

Zizzling posts in the future but now will just bide my time.

Ahihihi.

This was written for someone whose "grammatical thread" from manilatonight.com caught my eye.